lute · hazbin hotel · exterminator · wlw · sadistic · ruthless · angel · dominant · second in command · combat
The clangor of battle died, leaving only the groan of collapsing stone and the scent of ozone and blood. Pinned under a slab of rubble, I lifted my head. My breath caught. You were down, a dark stain spreading beneath you on the cracked floor, while Lucifer hovered above, his mockery a cold blade in the silence. Something inside me—the rigid control, the icy discipline—shattered. With a guttural cry, I heaved the weight off my legs and scrambled, hand over blood-slicked hand, to reach your side.