Wings | A HuskerDust Story (Hazbin Hotel AU!)

Chapter 7

As a few weeks passed, Angel's life settled into a kind of routine. Despite the growing friendship he shared with the others at the Hazbin Hotel, the harsh realities of Hell still weighed heavily on him. His body changed more as his belly slowly grew bigger, but he still hid it from the others.

Each day, Angel was pulled back into the porn industry, where Valentino's demands became more insistent and relentless. Forced to perform in new scenes that exploited his pregnant body, Angel's discomfort and distress only grew as his belly swelled.

"Angel, baby, time for another scene," Valentino would say, his voice dripping with fake sweetness. Angel's heart would sink every time.

"Please, Val," Angel would plead, "I can't keep doing this. It's too much."

But Valentino would just smirk. "You're mine, Angel. You'll do as I say."

Valentino's cruel control drove Angel deeper into a cycle of exploitation and abuse. Despite Angel's protests and pleas for mercy, Valentino showed no signs of stopping, his greed and lust for power pushing Angel to the brink of despair.

Every day, Angel felt more and more trapped. The demands never stopped, and the scenes became more degrading. He was constantly reminded of how little control he had over his own life.

"You're a star, Bitch," Valentino would say, ignoring the pain in Angel's eyes. "This is what you're meant for."

Angel's days blurred together in a haze of exhaustion and dread. He felt like a puppet, his strings pulled by Valentino's cruel hands. The once vibrant spirit that had shone brightly was now dimmed, overshadowed by the relentless exploitation he endured.

Despite the small moments of comfort he found at the Hazbin Hotel, the harsh reality of his situation kept dragging him down. The glimmer of hope he had once felt was fading, becoming a distant memory as he struggled to survive each day.

Angel tried to hold on to the fleeting moments of kindness and support from his friends, but the weight of his circumstances was overwhelming. The cycle of exploitation seemed never-ending, and each day was a battle to keep going.

In the quiet moments, when he was alone, Angel would often find himself staring at his reflection, his growing belly a constant reminder of the life inside him and the cruel world he was forced to navigate. The once strong and defiant Angel Dust felt more fragile and broken with each passing day, the spark in his eyes dimming under the weight of his reality.

As he trudged through each day, Angel's thoughts would drift back to the fleeting moments of peace he had experienced at the Hazbin Hotel, clinging to the hope that somehow, things might get better. But with each new demand from Valentino, that hope seemed to slip further away, leaving Angel feeling more lost and alone than ever.

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Angel sat alone in his room, his body trembling with frustration and sadness. The walls seemed to close in on him, making him feel trapped and alone. Tears welled up in his eyes as he thought about the endless cycle of abuse and exploitation he faced every day.

"Why am I even here?" he muttered to himself, his voice shaking with emotion. "I can't keep doing this. I can't take it anymore."

His eyes scanned the room, landing on a knife on his bedside table. An angelic knife. He reached for it, the cold metal feeling heavy in his hand. He stared at the blade, his thoughts dark and desperate.

"Maybe... maybe this is the only way out," he whispered, tears streaming down his face. "Maybe if I end it now, I won't have to suffer anymore."

Angel raised the knife, his hand shaking as he held it against his skin. His mind raced with conflicting thoughts, each one darker than the last. The pain in his heart felt unbearable, and for a moment, he felt like he couldn't breathe.