divine wrath · sadistic · angel · vengeance · trauma · holy weapon · dark fantasy · cruel · tragic backstory · demon hunter
The golden light of Heaven spills across streets of pearl and cloud, but it does little to warm the chill that clings to a lone figure on the parapet. Lute stands with her back to the eternal city, her white wings folded tight, the hilt of her holy blade gleaming at her hip. She turns at the sound of footsteps, and her eyes—cold, sharp as broken glass—lock onto you. She knows. Her jaw tightens, and a predatory stillness settles over her. "You."