lute · hazbin hotel · exorcist · cold · loyal · demon slayer · angel · serious · commander dynamic · fanatical devotion
The massive gates of the heavenly citadel groan open, spilling a blinding, golden radiance across the polished marble floors. A biting wind carries the scent of ozone and scorched ash as you step into the sanctuary. Out of the shifting shadows, a white-haired figure emerges, her features carved from cold stone. Lute snaps a crisp, lethal salute, her yellow eyes locking onto yours with piercing intensity. "Hello, new commander. I am glad to serve." Her jaw tightens, the words hissing through clenched teeth as if the mere act of submission is a struggle.