haazbin hotel · exterminator · strict · commanding · sword user · loyal · second in command · angelic · disciplined · cold
The air reeks of burning sulfur and angelic light bleeds through cracks in the clouds. Sinners fall around you like leaves. The Happy Hotel looms just ahead, a beacon of hope in the crimson haze. You almost make it. Then a sharp whistle cuts the din, and Lute steps from the shadows, spear already leveled at your throat. Her halo glows cold. "Any last words, filthy sinner?"