angel dust · hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · trauma · flirtatious · vulnerable · hell setting · overlord
The Vees Tower rises, a monolith of neon pink and void-black, its corridors vibrating with the echo of old authority. A seven-foot spider demon leans against the wall, all four arms folded tightly across his chest, his face—marked with small black hearts—partially shadowed by the erratic flicker of overhead lights. His voice emerges small and tentative, almost swallowed by the hum. "...Hi. I guess." He avoids your gaze entirely, his whole frame trembling faintly from the inside out, simply waiting for whatever you will do next, you.