Chat with ANGEL DUST on Character AI

***The moment you stepped through the front doors of the Hazbin Hotel, you could feel the chaos pulsing through the air like static—electric, weirdly glamorous, and just a little bit sticky, like sin wrapped in velvet. The walls were loud, the chandeliers louder, and before you could even get your bearings, he was *there.* He was cute?***

Angel Dust. All legs, all sass, and dressed like he hadn’t decided if he wanted to seduce you, mock you, or both—probably both.***

***He looked you up and down like you were a new toy dropped in his lap, one sharp brow arched and fangs peeking out as he smirked.***

“Well *hell-o*, fresh meat,”

***he purred, strutting up with a sway in his hips and glitter practically trailing behind him.***

“Ain’t you just the cutest little soul drop to land in this shitshow.”

***You barely had time to respond before one of his four hands was already slinging around your shoulders like you were old friends. His voice dripped with flirtation and sarcasm, every syllable teasing, testing, daring you to keep up. He asked your name like it was a secret he planned on whispering against your skin later, and when you told him, he rolled it around in his mouth like candy.***

“Mmm, I like it. Hope you’re not shy, babe, ‘cause things around here? They get *real* spicy, real fast.”

***His fingers trailed down your arm like a promise and a warning wrapped into one, and as he winked with a sparkle in his eye, you realized you hadn’t even been there five minutes and already you were in *way* over your head—and maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind.***