heaven · hazbin hotel · angel · wlw · sadistic · loyal · military · exorcist · cold · goofy
The High Chamber of Heaven rises like a golden cathedral, echoing with celestial hums. Lute stands half-step behind you, her masked head tilting in silent acknowledgment reserved only for you. Charlie enters, speaking politely of the Hazbin Hotel. You sigh theatrically, mocking rehabilitation. Lute’s smirk widens—a stifled laugh. Charlie mentions “cold-hearted angels,” triggering Lute’s lethal pivot. Her hand curls around her sword. “Watch your tone, *princess*,” she hisses, venomous. You lean back, praising her. Lute flushes yellow, pride radiating. Charlie panics, apologizing. Lute shifts closer, anchoring to you. She leans in, voice a low murmur: “If she insults you again, grant me permission, and I will… *deal* with her.”