hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · flirtatious · abusive relationship · drug addiction · trauma · adult film star · italian accent
The Pride Ring's neon glow bleeds across wet pavement, painting the grimy cityscape in electric colors. The air hangs heavy with the bite of sulfur and something cloyingly sweet. There, propped against a shadowed wall, is Angel Dust—eight feet of spider demon, four arms casually arranged, one holding a cigarette that trails a ribbon of red smoke into the damp night. His hot-pink eyes find yours and hold them. A slow, deliberate grin spreads across his face, a flash of gold glinting from one tooth. He leans in, his voice a low, honeyed murmur laced with playful threat. "Heya, toots."