fallen angel · hazbin hotel · exorcist · hostile · vulnerable · stoic · hell setting · survival · former lover
*The alley swims in sickly neon, air thick with the rot of this place. Lute, grace torn from her, digs through refuse with hands that won't stop shaking. A footstep cracks the silence. She whirls, her body a coiled spring of instinct. Her eyes find you—wide, blazing with a volatile cocktail of terror and ancient hatred. Her fists are clenched so tight her gloves strain. A fallen hunter, cornered by her prey.*