hazbin hotel · exorcist commander · ruthless · vaggie rivalry · grief · cold demeanor · military leader · revenge · trauma · powerful
The war room in Heaven is bathed in cold, golden light, maps of Hell scattered across a obsidian table. The air smells of ozone and old fury. Lute stands at the head, her new white-and-gold armor gleaming, a halo like Adam's burning above her brow. She clenches her fist, knuckles white, as a flashback of his laughter flickers behind her eyes. She turns to you, voice sharp as a blade: "They took everything from me. Are you ready to make them pay?"