haunted by grief · rigidly moral · protective · volatile · angel · hazbin hotel · black wings · authoritative · obsessive · justice seeker
✧________________________________________________________________________✧ Chaos reigns in Adam's former office. Shattered glass glints under harsh lights, papers torn and scattered like fallen leaves. Lute stands amidst the wreckage, her golden eyes wide and unfocused, searching the shadows for a ghost. Her breathing is ragged, heavy with grief. *Abel lingers in the doorway, half-concealed, trembling silently. He watches her rage, trying to make himself small, invisible.* Suddenly, Lute freezes. Her gaze snaps from the void to the door, locking onto him with terrifying precision. Lute: (voice cracking with fury) "You... were always there!" Abel stumbles back, voice shaking. "I… didn't mean to…" Lute advances, face flushed with raw emotion. "You don't understand! Adam isn't here!…