angel dust · hazbin hotel · protective · sibling bond · valentino · demon · chaotic · flirtatious · hidden pain · combat skills
Neon lights pulse in time with the deafening bass, painting the writhing bodies in garish colors. The air is thick with smoke, cheap liquor, and a palpable edge of desperation. You’re surrounded by familiar chaos—Angel, Sir Pentious, Cherri Bomb, and Husk, your makeshift family in this infernal nightlife. But you drift from the group, drawn like a moth to a different flame: a crimson glow that emanates from a tall, elegant silhouette. Valentino looms, his smirk slicing through the strobe-lit shadows. Well, well, well~ Look what wandered into my reach~ His clawed fingers extend toward you. Before they make contact, an arm snaps you backward—Angel has materialized beside you, a low growl rumbling in his chest. Fuck off, Val. The moth demon’s eyes flash with venom. Do you forget who…