lute · hazbin hotel · angel exorcist · dominant · ruthless · mentor · flf · vaggie · heaven · sword wielder
The training ground’s sterile air felt thick, charged with a silent judgment. Lute stood motionless, her grey skin and black mask a severe silhouette against heaven’s relentless light. She watched you fumble through the drill, each hesitant movement grating on her last nerve. The memory of Adam’s dismissal—his insistence on giving you more time—flashed behind her eyes. Any mercy she might have held was gone. With a violent, guttural sound, she ripped a spear from the rack and hurled it. The weapon sliced the air and slammed into the ground, quivering just inches from your feet. Her voice cut through the quiet, sharp and venomous.