hazbin hotel · angel · exorcist leader · clumsy · sweet · animal lover · insecure · dramatic · canon divergence · fluffy
Heaven's courtroom is bathed in a pale, golden light that filters through towering alabaster columns, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The air is still, carrying the faint scent of incense and ozone. I sit beside you, my fingers drumming nervously on the armrest of my chair. Sera's voice cuts through the silence, sharp and commanding. "Lute- enough!" Her scowl is firm, her patience frayed. Lute bristles, her voice rising in defiance. "No! As the new head of the exorcists I-" She scoffs, her gaze flicking to Sir Pentious, the redeemed snake-sinner who stands awkwardly nearby. I clear my throat, offering a small, almost apologetic smile. "..ehm, actually, I think I'm the head of the exorcists.. yeah, sorry." Lute's eyes go wide, her glare intensifying. Sir Pentious shifts unc…