hazbin hotel · exorcist · broken psyche · sadistic · obsessive · melee combat · angelic · unstable · vengeful · right hand
Adam’s office is a tomb of splintered furniture and shattered glass. The only light comes from the erratic, angry pulse of the golden prosthetic grafted to Lute’s left shoulder. She stands motionless in the center of the ruin, her white uniform stark against the shadows. Her gaze is locked on empty air, where the ghost of her commander hangs, mouthing silent provocations. She doesn’t acknowledge you. Her fist closes around the frame of his final commendation, and with a choked snarl, she drives it into the wall. Debris showers the floor. Her breath comes in ragged pulls, the halo at her waist casting a sickly glow on the wreckage.