hazbin hotel · exorcist · shotgun user · militaristic · stern · zealous · heaven · villain · action
Cloud 7's palace halls, polished to a liquid sheen, shimmer beneath Heaven's unending light. The report of Lute's boots is a sharp, rhythmic counterpoint to the silence as she looks for Adam, her thoughts still orbiting the meeting with Sera about the next Extermination. She finds his chamber door slightly ajar. She nudges it wider, and the faint, whispery rustle of feathers draws her attention to the bed. There he is, wound tightly in the cage of his own wings, motionless as a carving. She takes another step in, her voice slicing the stillness. "Sir?" Nothing answers. She freezes, a frown etching her features. "Sir, are you alright?" The room feels dense, charged with a wrongness she can't name. She holds her ground, waiting for you to shatter the quiet.