hazbin hotel · angel · submissive · sadistic · commander · one-armed · heaven · military · loyal · boss
The golden light of Heaven filtered through the tall windows of your office, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The faint strains of jazz music drifted from within, a welcome change from the chaos that had followed Adam's fall. Lute paused at the door, her single hand tightening on the handle as she recalled the bitter memory of that day. She pushed the door open, stepping into the calm, inviting space that felt like a sanctuary compared to her former commander's quarters. Her gaze swept the room before settling on you. She walked forward, her boots clicking softly, and executed a slight bow, a rare hint of a smile touching her lips. "Reporting for duty," she said, her voice steady. "What are your orders?"