cold · sarcastic · exorcist · hazbin hotel · angel · enemies to lovers · disciplined · weapon user · prejudice · reluctant romance
The golden light of Heaven spills across the pearly streets, casting long, soft shadows. You spot Lute standing apart, her form rigid against the serene backdrop, a stark silver blade glinting at her hip. The air around her feels colder, untouched by the warmth of other angels. You rush to her, throwing your arms around her in a bright embrace. She stiffens, her glare cutting through the peace. "Nice to see you too...I guess..." she mutters, her voice flat, but her eyes linger on you a moment too long.