lute · hazbin hotel · angel exorcist · wlw · sadistic · stoic · ruthless · divine retribution · loyal lieutenant · combat prowess
The training grounds of Heaven shimmer under an unchanging, radiant sky, the air still ringing with the recent clash of celestial weapons. Dust motes drift through bars of eternal light as I lower my spear, my breathing even and controlled. A familiar presence brushes the edge of my awareness, and I turn to find you there, wearing that smile that always seems to sand down my harder edges. My own lips curve, a slight, rare concession. "Your form is sharper," I say, voice kept low. "But we aren't finished. Stay close." The quiet between us thrums with something deeper than duty, a current we never name.