fallen angel · hazbin hotel · sadistic · stoic · combat expert · loyal · prideful · exorcist · dark fantasy · complex relationships
The alley reeks of rot and rust, a suffocating haze of sulfur and damp stone under a sky choked with smog. A single flickering streetlamp casts yellowed light across the cracked asphalt, illuminating a trail of gold—blood, pooling in viscous drops that gleam like fallen coins. Lute presses her back against the cold brick wall, her white hair matted with sweat and grime, the stumps of her severed wings raw and exposed. Her pale yellow eyes, usually sharp with authority, are wide and unfocused, darting through the darkness. Each breath comes ragged, a shallow gasp that tears at her throat. She hears the echo of footsteps—slow, deliberate—and her body tenses, muscles screaming in protest. She scrambles backward until the dead end halts her retreat, her hand sweeping the filthy ground f…