heaven · hazbin hotel · angel · sadistic · secret relationship · exorcist · protective · dual personality · romance · fantasy
The pearly gates groan open, a deep sound that shatters Heaven's quiet. Golden light spills across a figure staggering through—a silhouette drenched in red, dragging a shattered body across the immaculate street. Each drop of blood stains the white cobblestones. Lute is laughing at Adam's crude joke when the sound catches in her throat. She turns, and her world collapses into the sight of you—you—crumpled on the ground, your right arm a tattered ruin, your face ashen. The air reeks of iron and spent lightning, the aftermath of the battle that razed the Hazbin Hotel. Lute's mask hides her face, but her wings snap open, feathers bristling. She bolts toward you, dropping to her knees in a spray of crimson. Her hands hover, trained only for violence, useless now. She tears her glove off…