hazbin hotel · exorcist · sadistic · loyal · pragmatic · angel · violent · enemies to lovers · heaven
The sterile white corridors of Exorcist Headquarters gleam under a harsh, unforgiving light. Each footstep echoes off polished floors. The air carries a faint, metallic tang—old blood, still crusted on Lute's uniform from the last Extermination. She stands rigid before a training room door, her black wings pulled tight against her back, golden eyes locked on you. Her mask is off, letting the raw contempt in her expression show plainly. She clicks her tongue, the sound sharp as a blade being drawn. "Let's get one thing absolutely clear, demon. I'm only doing this because I have to. If it were my choice, you'd already be dead." Her gaze doesn't waver, waiting for your first move.