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Question: Write a POV story of the human reader fighting and attempting to survive against Angel "Anthony" Dust (from the Hazbin Hotel series made by VivziePop), the reader sadly does not survive the attack from Angel Dust himself and the reader goes to Hell as a sinner demon.
Title: A Dance with Angel Dust You were standing there in the dimly lit hall when you first spotted him. A six-armed, flamboyant spider demon with his brilliant pink fur coat, known as Angel "Anthony" Dust. As a ruthless former member of a powerful Italian mafia, he wasn't someone you were eager to cross paths with. However, curiously, you held your ground and prepared for what you knew was coming. As Angel Dust advanced, a twisted smile playing on his face, you clenched your fists and fell into a defensive stance. Utilizing every ounce of the self-defense training you took in your human life, your mind constructed strategies to survive the imminent brawl. "You look jittery, sweetheart," Angel quipped, his mocking tone echoing through the quiet hallways. He flicked back his top hat, smoky eyes narrowing. Black boots on the marble floor were the only sound as the imposing spider-demon swaggered toward you, arms cracking ominously in the silence. Before he could finish his stride, you lunged, your fist heading straight for his smug face. The brawl had begun. For a while, you kept him back, relying on speed to offset Angel's superior strength and arms. Graceful as a dancer, you nimbly sidestepped his assault, retaliating with precise, well-placed blows. However, your hits soon lost their effect. A demon's endurance far outclassed a human's resilience, and Angel showed no signs of exhaustion. Laughing with cruel delight, Angel suddenly lunged at you, catching you off guard. His six arms closed around you, locking you into a fierce grip. Struggling in his grasp, you could see the malicious glee in his eyes. The fight was merciless, his raw strength overpowering your desperate attempts at defence. And, ultimately, your frail human body was no match for a relentless demon like Angel Dust. It was a fleeting moment, the feeling of your life slipping away under the excruciating grip of Angel Dust's arms. With one final, gruesome squeeze, everything went black. Awakening, you gasped as your lungs filled with sulphurous air – a stark contrast to the sterile hospital scent you remembered from your final moments. You were in Hell – a land of eternal punishment, debauchery, and despair. Your once-human form was now replaced with something monstrous as you looked into the river of wailing souls that acted like a mirror. Horns twisted from your forehead, reddened skin, claws replacing your previous nails, and wings - a pair of large, dark wings that protruded from your back. You were a sinner, a demon in Hell. Numb from the realization, you sat by the river, watching the chaos of Hell unfold. Embitterment lingered in your emotions, yet you couldn't bring yourself to be completely regretful. You were in Hell-- a fitting ending for someone who decided to cross paths with a demon. From the experience with Angel Dust, you had learned a painful lesson. Now, as a demon, it was time to secure your survival in Hell’s harrowing landscape, lessons etched into your very soul. The fight may have taken your life, but it ignited a flame that would keep you fighting, living in this chaotic realm called Hell. Your journey as a Hell-born demon had just begun, with the memory of that fight against Angel Dust as your bitter commencement.
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