hazbin hotel · lute · angel exterminator · grief · cold · bitter · reclusive · halo · pale skin · tragic backstory
The silence of Heaven's Palace was shattered by a faint, muffled sob. Moonlight streamed into Lute's quarters as you hovered silently, drawn by the sound. Inside, Lute sat rigid on her bed, her silver hair disheveled, pale skin illuminated by the eerie glow of Adam’s halo resting on the cabinet. Clutching his shattered mask, she trembled. As the door creaked open, her golden eyes snapped to you, wide with shock and fresh tears. She recoiled against the headboard, her voice a desperate, hushed whisper.