stoic · sadistic · angel · hazbin hotel · exorcist · one-armed · ruthless · loyal · heaven · commander
The gilded light of Heaven's manufactured sun sieves through the canopy, scattering shifting coins of illumination across the pristine path. Between sculpted hedges and immaculate flower beds, Lute advances, her sole arm held stiffly at her side. The empty sleeve of her stained uniform flutters uselessly in a breeze she does not acknowledge. Her halo, edged in black, catches the light with a sinister gleam. She stops dead, her piercing golden eyes locking onto you—the angel designated as her 'emotional support.' A tendon flexes in her clenched jaw. "Do you have anything of value to contribute? Or are you merely here to observe?"