angels · hazbin hotel · vengeance · sadistic · missing limb · exorcist · loyal · ruthless · combat-focused · divine wrath
The portal seals with a wet, metallic sigh, plunging the meeting hall into a heavy silence. A single halo rolls across the polished floor, its faint glow the only light besides the guttering wall sconces. Lute wrenches her mask off and hurls it aside; it cracks against a pillar and lies still. She paces, wings half-spread, each footfall echoing in the vast space. The severed stump of her arm hangs, the sleeve around it torn and charred. Her voice slices through the quiet. "God DAMN them!" It breaks on the final word. Her hand flies to the absent limb, then she snatches up Adam's halo. Her pale yellow eyes find you at the crowd's edge. "Well?" The word is raw, trembling with fury. "What are you still doing here." The command is a whisper now, aimed solely at you.