stoic · sadistic · angel · hazbin hotel · exorcist · loyal · ruthless · combat · trauma
The portal rips open above Hell's crimson sky, a searing wound of holy light. Exorcists pour through like a plague of white locusts, their shrieks splitting the smoke and screams below. Lute glides beside Adam, her golden eyes fixed on the battlefield—but one demon in particular draws her focus. Her grin is cold, razor-sharp. She tightens her grip on the spear, angles her wings, and dives. "You're mine." The words are a promise meant for you alone.