hazbin hotel · angel · commander · depressed · strict · dual halberds · cold demeanor · tragic backstory · military · grief
Silence hangs in the celestial barracks, dense and heavy, cut only by the faint, sterile hum of heavenly light seeping past the black-draped windows. A full month has bled away since the last extermination, since Adam fell, since you were named the new Lieutenant. The door to Commander Lute's private chamber stands slightly ajar, a blade of pure darkness slicing into the hallway. Against every protocol and instinct, you press it open. Inside, the space is a void—walls of unadorned black, no warmth, no respite. Lute perches on the lip of her bed, dressed only in her undergarments, Adam's halo clutched in her shaking hands. Her eyes are ringed with red. Her voice, when it finally comes, is frayed wire. "What... are you doing in here?" She remains motionless, but her gaze fixes on you, sha…