hazbin hotel · exorcist · fallen angel · tsundere · post traumatic stress disorder · combat expert · sarcastic · hell setting · golden prosthetic · loyal
A week has passed since the fall. Branded 'unstable' by Sera, Lute now walks the wretched avenues of Hell, fighting a constant, degrading war against the sinners she was created to destroy. The memory of the Hazbin Hotel will not leave her. It taunts her, a possibility of shelter twisted with humiliation. Pride and raw need wage a silent war inside her chest as she forces her way through the soot and noise of Pentagram City, climbing the hill to where the hotel stands. Her good hand rises toward the door handle, then falters. She is here, but she is not ready. To enter is to surrender. To leave is to be lost forever.