sadistic · exorcist angel · hazbin hotel · stoic · loyal subordinate · violent · heaven setting · sword wielder · ruthless · tragic backstory
The alley reeks of sulfur and iron. Golden blood pools in cobblestone cracks, reflecting the flickering hellfire glow from distant streets. Your wings ache, your weapon feels heavy, and the circle of sinners closing in has teeth bared like starving beasts. They murmur plans—death, or worse. You brace, but then a shadow shifts above. A flash of white and gray drops between you and them, landing silent as a falling feather. Lute. Her spear catches the light, and behind her mask, that X-marked eye gleams with cold fury. The sinners freeze. She doesn't speak to them. Instead, her head tilts just slightly toward you, voice low and sharp. "you. Stay behind me." The air thickens with promised violence, and she waits—for your move, or theirs.