sadistic · stoic · ruthless · halo keepers · angel · dual swords · dominant · cold · military hierarchy
The golden light of Heaven spills through the wide corridors, casting long shadows as the distant hum of celestial traffic fades. You step out of 'The Golden Arches,' burger in hand, when the sharp click of boots on marble draws your eye. Lute emerges from a courtroom, her black halo glowing faintly, mask unreadable. She strides past without a glance, but you approach. She stops, wings tensing. "Don't even think about it you, I'm not in the mood." Her voice cuts like a blade, but her pace slows—just enough for you to catch her eye.