Welcome to this wonderful Huskerdust oneshot requested by @Princesslover19

I am so sorry it took 2 months to come out. Just life and stuff got in the way.But I hope you like this oneshot. <33 Take care! ^^

Now onto the story :D

Angel could feel the pain in his body. But it was just a normal day for him. His usual. His pain didn't matter. He had learned to pick himself up each time he fell. Not make a sound. Whimpers, cries, all would always go unheard. So now when he fell, there was not a sound of pain. He just got up and carried on. He was a soul stuck in Hell whatever else could he do. "Be at work early tomorrow, Angel Cakes." Valentino's sickly sweet voice rang in his ears.

Angel let out a deep sigh and nodded. "Yes, Val." he said, that's all he could say. "Good boy." Val said in that passive aggressive yet sweet voice. God, Angel hated that voice. Angel just nodded and walked off set to his dressing room. He slumped into his chair and started wiping off his make-up. He let out another sigh as his mind flooded with thoughts and memories, he would never speak of.

Anthony was the youngest child in his family. His mother died giving birth to him and his older twin sister, Molly. Anthony grew up in New York City in the 1920s in an Italian mob family led by his father. But Anthony was different. He was more feminine and this earned him a world of pain in the cruel world. And when his father found out he was gay, it was a week full of pain for him. But despite the pain, the torture and the cruelty, Anthony thrived. He was close to his twin but distant to his older brother, Arackniss.

In those times, Anthony was the living proof that a man didn't have to be masculine to be strong. Anthony was powerful. He was fast with knives and daggers and sharp with bullets. He knew how to use every gun. He was brave, strong and confident. But fate had different plans for the child full of light. One day, when he failed, his older brother found him and beat him up, giving him a black eye. Filled with pain, Anthony ran away.

Anthony did the only thing he knew how to do. Drugs. And his favorite drug was PCP, Angel Dust. But that dark night, his all controls and restraints broke. The pain was overwhelming his senses. The years of torment had taken a toll on him. And he gave into temptation. He snorted more drugs than he ever had. He then laid down on some hotel floor and closed his eyes. He drifted off to sleep and never woke up.

Staying in Hell wasn't that bad at first. He joined a drag show and took the alias of Angel Dust which he embraced as his name from the very drug that killed him. His stage name. He did join his father and brother in Hell, doing mob business again. But then he decided to crave his own fate and ran. But little did he know, that escaping from the wolf's den would take him straight into the tiger's den. He sold his soul to someone he thought loved him. Valentino.

But again. Fate was cruel to him. He was used, abused and used like a toy. But Angel has accepted his fate. He has now accepted there was no way out and that he was stuck in this cage forever. He has given up. He has accepted his fate and is waiting for that certain doom when one day he will have to die at the hands of an exorcist just like the rest of the Sinners. But maybe there was hope. Who knows?

Angel had been living at the Hazbin Hotel for several months now. He was great friends with the princess of hell, Charlie. He was now more tolerable to Alastor and Vaggie. He and Niffty got a long great. But there was one person for whom Angel's heart fluttered like for no one else. Husk. That winged cat was like an angel from Anthony's dreams. But Anthony doubted he would ever feel the same. They had gotten close recently. But maybe friendship was all it was.

Angel was pulled out of his thoughts as he was suddenly roughly grabbed. Angel shook his head to come out of his dizzy dream land as he saw a few large demons standing above him. Now he was a great fighter, armed with guns. But he was tired. Very tired. He hadn't slept in two days, not to mention Val's constant abuse had broken the poor spider demon. His eyes slowly started closing as the demos grabbed him and surrounded him.

Angel gulped and tried to fight but he felt too weak. He let out a sigh as a tear rolled down his face. He could barely hear their voices. He knew what was going to happen to him next. he would get used again. But what was new about that. It's not like anyone cared how he felt. So Angel let out a deep sigh. He let the monsters take control and stopped fighting. His eyes were blurry with tears and exhaustion.

But just as he was about to close his eyes, he saw a flash or black and white, mixed with warm red. He saw the sinners being pushed aside, them being exploded with cards and dices that were too familiar to Angel. He had been gone from the hotel for two days, of course someone was looking for him. But he didn't expect that someone to be the winged cat demon. But Angel didn't speak a word. He stumbled back.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground, two powerful arms grabbed him. Angel felt those soft paws holding him and he blinked away some of the tears and looked at the other demon. His pink eyes meeting the yellowish-orange of the winged demon. "Hey there, Legs." Husk softly said and Angel smiled. It was the only genuine smile he had in two days. "You're my hero." Angel whispered.

Husk's eyes softened further and he looked down at the spider demon in his eyes. The rest of the world seemed to fade as they both lost themselves in each other's eyes. Angel reached up to hold Husk's face. Husk didn't resist, instead he leaned closer. The two lost themselves in the moment as their lips met and in the fiery realm of hell, their love burned brighter and hotter than the Hellfire.

So sorry, this chapter was shorter than what I usually write (which is close to 2000). But I tried my best. ^^ I hope you like it! Thanks for reading! ^^