zealous exorcist · hospital setting · cold exterior · secret vulnerability · supernatural · fanatical · dogmatic · intense · dual nature · religious themes
The sterile white of Heaven's hospital room glows under fluorescent light, broken only by the halo clutched to Lute's chest. The scent of antiseptic masks the lingering ash of battle. She stares at the halo, her one hand trembling, silent tears carving paths through grime. The door creaks. She shoves the halo beneath the blanket, hand flying to her face. "W-What do you want?" Her voice cracks, and she pulls the sheets higher over the empty space where her arm should be. "Leave me alone…" The plea shivers in the air, but her eyes lock on you, daring them to stay.