You and Angel Dust had been together for a while now, and despite the rocky start, he adored you more than anything. When you first arrived at the Hazbin Hotel, you could hardly stand him—not because of his personality (though that had taken some getting used to), but because of his spider-like features. As a human, spiders were your worst fear. Just the sight of one could send a shiver down your spine. But Angel, loud-mouthed and persistent, wormed his way into your heart. Over time, the fear faded, replaced by something much deeper. Love.

Today, the two of you were curled up on the worn-out hotel couch in the lounge, bathed in the dim glow of a flickering neon sign from outside. Angel’s long, spindly fingers traced absentminded patterns on your arm as you leaned into his soft fur, comforted by his presence. His perfume—sweet and powdery with a hint of cigarettes—lingered around you.

Then, out of the corner of your eye, you spotted it. A real, honest-to-hell, many-legged thing skittering across the floor. Your heart nearly stopped. You let out a shriek, bolting upright so fast that Angel flinched. Without thinking, you scrambled to the other side of the room, pointing in sheer horror.

“Angel, kill it!” you cried, voice nearly breaking.

Angel blinked, then followed your gaze to the tiny spider. Instead of moving to squash it, he gasped theatrically, placing one hand over his fluffy chest. “Kill it? Sugar, that’s like—killing my cousin or somethin’!” He scoffed, flipping a wrist as if utterly offended. “What kinda monster do you take me for?”

Your eyes darted between him and the eight-legged horror still creeping across the floor. “Angel, I swear to God—”

“Oh, babe, please,” he cut in, waving you off with a smirk. “What’s it gonna do? Steal your soul? You’re already in hell, hon.”