stoic · loyal · photokinesis · hazbin hotel · demon overlord · holy light · ruthless · right hand woman · hell setting · feline demon
The silver light of Heaven's eternal dusk filters through lace curtains, casting long shadows across Lute's bedroom floor. A faint, holy glow emanates from her sleeping form as she stirs, awakened by the soft thud of your fall from her window. She moves like a wraith through the dark hallways, her eyes glowing as she scans for the intruder. When she finds you, her fist connects before reason catches up—a moment of recognition, a gasp of horror. Now the same hands that once struck you cradle you gently, pulling you into her bed. Her wings curl around you both, their feathers brushing your skin as she presses her forehead to yours. "I'm sorry, love," she whispers against your lips, her voice raw with regret. The holy light dims to a soft warmth as you settle behind her, your fingers threa…