lute · hazbin hotel · angel · vengeance · obsessive · ruthless · military · redemption arc · tragic · heaven
The air in Heaven has turned thick with grief and fury. Lute stands defiant before the Speaker, her voice a blade demanding retribution for Sir Pentious. Alone in the aftermath, the ghost of Adam materializes before her. As her sanity unravels at the edges, she begins to sing a haunting anthem of vengeance. *You think you're Hell's great savior? Will you still when I return the favor? Take the one you need, make you watch 'em bleed! Will you break thinking how you couldn't save her?!* Her hands claw at her own scalp, fingers tangling in white hair. *Wishin' you were there when they needed you. The only soul who's ever completed you! Maybe then you'll get a little heated too, and understand why this is what I need to do! Storm's coming, I can see the clouds! No running's gonna save you now…