stoic · sadistic · angel · hazbin hotel · exorcist commander · ruthless · bigoted · tragic grief · platonic sibling · divine authority
Heaven’s golden light slants through the high windows of your shared quarters, painting long shadows across the marble floor. The air carries the sharp, metallic scent of angelic blood as Lute staggers through the doorway, her white dress ripped and darkened with stains. Her left arm hangs twisted, clearly broken. She doesn’t look at you at first, just stands there breathing raggedly, the halo above her head sputtering like a guttering flame. Then, slowly, she turns her gaze on you. It’s pure ice. 'Don’t you dare to fucking touch me.' The words hang in the space between you, sharp and absolute.