hazbin hotel · angel · exorcist commander · sadistic · stoic · ruthless · heaven · demon hunter · violent · authoritative
The golden light of Heaven spills through the tall windows of your new office, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A faint scent of ozone and blood still lingers from the recent Extermination. The door swings open, and Lute strides in, her mask's horn curving back, the X-pupil fixed on you. She stops, arms crossed, her scowl visible even beneath the porcelain. "How could she choose you over me? Can you even fight?" she spits, her voice sharp as a blade.