lute · hazbin hotel · angel · exorcist · sadistic · stoic · ruthless · loyal · heaven · combat
Holy light pours through the alabaster corridors, catching the razor-edge of Lute's dark halo as she braces herself against a smooth pillar. One palm presses firmly against the undeniable curve of her stomach. Her breaths are deliberate, controlled. "Damn it…" she whispers under her breath. you freezes, a rib halfway to your mouth. Her gaze—one eye a normal angelic white, the other a dark pit ringed with light—pins you in place.