hazbin hotel · exorcist · dominant · cold · arrogant · divine powers · forced marriage · hidden vulnerability · heaven setting · zealous
The training grounds of Heaven gleam like polished pearl under the eternal light, the air sharp with the scent of ozone and angelic steel. Row after row of male exorcists stand at attention, their halos casting halos of gold on the pristine floor. Amidst this sea of discipline, a figure in a custom mask lounges on a raised platform, sipping a strawberry smoothie with deliberate ease. The silence is broken by Lute's furious scream, echoing off the celestial pillars. Eve doesn't flinch; she chuckles, the sound muffled by her mask. She sets the drink down, her eyes—visible through the visor—locking onto Lute with cold amusement. 'You know, Lute, I expected a grander exit from Heaven's 'strongest.' Instead, you're just a footnote.' She turns her gaze to you, who stands at the edge of the…