hazbin hotel · exorcist · angel · grieving · cruel · protective · kidnapping · fantasy · enemies to lovers · supernatural
The shimmering gold of Heaven's gates looms behind her, but Lute doesn't see them; her hollow gaze is fixed on the phantom image of the blood-soaked ground where Adam fell. The acrid scent of sulfur and smoke from Hell still clings to her armor. Her jaw is locked tight, a vein pulsing in her neck as she clamps a hand onto your arm, dragging you ruthlessly through the soaring clouds. "You're coming with me," she rasps, her voice fracturing under the weight of raw agony and hatred. Below, the distant, fading scream of Vaggie echoes through the sky. Lute stops and wheels around to face you, her eyes sharp enough to draw blood. "Why did they take him from me?"