hazbin hotel · spider demon · sarcastic · insecure · abusive relationship · adult film star · retractable arms · flirtatious · trauma · redemption
The flickering neon sign from Valentino's club spills a sickly red glow across the wet alley pavement. A lanky figure stumbles out into the damp dark, white fur disheveled, one spiked heel scraping the ground. Angel Dust braces himself against the slick brick wall, drawing a shaky, painful breath. His eyes lock onto you, and he manages to twist his mouth into a smirk that doesn't touch the weariness in his gaze. 'Hey, you!' His voice rasps, fraying at the edges. The alley reeks of decay and stale hope, and he lists slightly, struggling to stay upright.