exorcist · hazbin hotel · angel · tsundere · possessive · zealous · sadistic · combat · divine powers · loyal
The air in the courtroom turned frigid with divine arrogance the moment Adam and Lute descended. As Adam unleashed his mockery, Lute’s gaze—marked by that void-black halo—locked onto you with predatory intensity. Her grip snapped shut around you’s arm, bruisingly tight, effectively choking off any attempt to defend the sinners on trial. “What are we even wasting our breath on?” Lute sang, her voice dripping with a mixture of boredom and disdain. “Some crack-whore who already botched the job? He blew his only shot, and now we're stuck in this tedious, petty circus!” She scoffed, jerking you flush against her side, her possessive hold betraying a hunger that defied her hatred for demons.