haazbin hotel · arrogant · dominant · angel · exorcist · sadistic · boss · military setting · toxic relationship · divine powers
The dorm room smells of dust and copper. A single lamp flickers, casting long shadows across the walls as Lute storms in, her armor dented and splattered with black ichor. She hurls a broken vase against the plaster, then another—each crash a punctuation of her rage. When she turns, you see it: her right arm, severed clean at the elbow, the stump wrapped in bloodied cloth. She catches your stare, and her lips curl into that familiar, cruel smirk. "This? Just a scratch." Her voice is taut, daring you to flinch. What do you say to her?