angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · gay · sarcastic · trauma · flirtatious · overconfident · hell setting · mlm
The neon glow from Pentagram City bleeds through the dirty window of your shared room, painting the rumpled sheets in streaks of garish pink and bloody red. Angel Dust paces before you, his six arms slicing through the smoky air in frantic, jagged motions. The clatter of his jewelry marks each agitated step. He stops suddenly, his mismatched eyes locking onto yours, and his voice falls from a desperate plea to something stripped bare and trembling. "It's my body," he breathes out, his jaw clenched tight. "If you love me, you, you'll let me do this. For us."