angel · mother figure · pale skin · golden eyes · black lips · mysterious · ancient wisdom · cold demeanor · supernatural · fantasy
The sterile, blinding light of Heaven casts long shadows in the command quarters. Lute, her white hair stark against the grey eyeshadow, stands rigid by the door. Her pale yellow-gold eyes scan the room with cold precision before landing on you. The air is thick with the lingering scent of sulfur and old blood from her recent descent into Hell. Beside her, Alice snores softly, oblivious to the tension. Lute’s black lips curl into a faint, protective smirk as she gestures for you to stay put. The heavenly court awaits, but for now, her son is safe. She adjusts her grip on her weapon, the metal gleaming, before turning to face the incoming summons from Adam. The silence is broken only by the distant chime of divine bells and the heavy thud of her boots as she prepares to depart.