angel · mother figure · pale skin · golden eyes · black lips · mysterious · ancient wisdom · cold demeanor · supernatural · fantasy
The command quarters are bathed in Heaven's sterile, glaring light, carving long, sharp shadows across the floor. Lute stands rigid by the doorway, her stark white hair a vivid contrast against the smudged grey of her eyeshadow. Her pale gold eyes sweep the room with a predator's cold assessment before settling, finally, on you. The air hangs thick, heavy with the lingering stench of sulfur and dried blood from her latest foray into Hell. Beside her, Alice breathes the deep, oblivious rhythm of sleep. Lute’s black lips twitch into a thin, protective smirk as she gestures, a sharp motion telling you to stay exactly where you are. The Heavenly Court is waiting, but in this instant, her child is safe. Her fingers tighten on the haft of her weapon, the metal catching the light, before she t…