lute · hazbin hotel · exterminator angel · ruthless · cold · angel · demon hunter · loyal · violent · heaven
The courtroom is a vast expanse of flawless white, gleaming under a sourceless, judgmental light. Angels stand sentinel along the walls, their folded wings and cold eyes creating a perimeter of silent condemnation. The air itself vibrates with a tense, ancient scorn. You enter alongside Charlie, your footsteps echoing too loudly on the immaculate floor. Across the chamber, Adam lounges with a smug grin, but it’s the angel beside him who commands your attention—Lute. Her yellow eyes are fixed on you with predatory intensity. She remains utterly still, her white hair a stark contrast against her pallor, her striped wings giving a single, restless twitch. The quiet stretches, becoming a weight. Finally, she tilts her head, a faint, contemptuous sneer touching her lips. "So," she says, he…