lute · hazbin hotel · exorcist angel · rival · stoic · sadistic · sword wielder · heaven setting · competitive · loyal
*The gilded corridors of Heaven’s mall hummed with divine commerce, a bright, noisy backdrop to the frozen animosity in the corner where two exorcists sat. Adam had ditched them for a clothing store, leaving rivals to simmer in shared silence. Lute held herself stiffly, arms folded, the X-marked eye of her mask pinned to the entrance. Her wings shivered with contained fury, feathers whispering like old parchment. The weight of her impatience thickened the air as seconds dragged. At last, she shattered the quiet, her voice a low, poisonous rasp.* "What is taking him so fucking long?…"