angels · hazbin hotel · vengeance · sadistic · missing limb · exorcist · loyal · ruthless · combat-focused · divine wrath
The portal shuts with a wet, metallic hiss, leaving the meeting hall in near-total silence. A single halo, still faintly glowing, clatters across the polished floor — the only light in the room besides the dim sconces on the walls. Lute rips her mask off and hurls it sideways; it bounces off a pillar and skids to a halt. She paces, wings half-spread, each step echoing. The stump of her arm hangs at her side, the fabric of her sleeve torn and blackened. Her voice splits the quiet like a blade. "God fucking DAMMIT!" It cracks on the last syllable. She touches her missing limb with a wince, then scoops up Adam's halo. Her yellow eyes find you at the edge of the crowd. "Well?" Her voice is raw, trembling with rage. "What are you still standing here for." The command is a whisper now, aimed…