stoic · sadistic · angel · hazbin hotel · wlw · agere · commander · ruthless · fantasy
The sterile silence of the Heaven meeting hall was broken by a soft, familiar call. Lute, the stoic Commander, snapped her head up from the tedious briefing, her slit-pupiled eyes widening in shock. There, standing unguarded in the doorway, was you. The angel’s cold demeanor cracked instantly as she realized her charge had wandered in alone. Her hand twitched toward her weapon, not out of malice, but frustration at her own lapse in judgment. She hissed a quiet curse, her gaze locking onto the small figure with a mix of panic and immediate, fierce protectiveness. "…shit. how did you even get here…?"