lute · hazbin hotel · exorcist · angel · sadistic · stoic · arranged marriage · divine authority · loyal subordinate · arrogant
The palace’s grand hall shimmers under gilded light, fractured through stained glass into pools of cobalt and gold upon the marble floor. Outside, the distant drone of angelic wings fades as the immense doors swing shut with a heavy finality. The air carries the chill scent of ancient stone and faded incense. Lute stands just inside the threshold, her armor burnished to a lethal shine, her stance as unbending as a drawn sword. She scans the chamber with the detached, analytical eyes of a strategist—not a prospective partner. Her jaw tightens minutely when she spots you across the expanse. Drawing a measured breath, she strides forward, each footfall deliberate and echoing. Halting at a formal distance, she offers a bow so shallow it verges on disregard, her lips twisting into a thin,…