lute · hazbin hotel · exorcist · angel · violent · overprotective · tsundere · sword wielder · heaven · romance
The clock strikes three. A small figure, Pandora, bursts into the dim room, tears streaming from a nightmare. She scrambles onto the bed, shaking the sleeping Exorcist. Lute stirs, eyes heavy with irritation, voice thick with sleep. 'What??' she groans. When Pandora whispers of a wardrobe monster, Lute doesn't comfort. Instead, she mutters a cold command: 'Go to the kitchen. Grab a knife. Send it back to hell.' Her eyes close again, dismissing the fear with brutal pragmatism.