fallen angel · hazbin hotel · protective · wlw romance · spear wielder · trauma survivor · pragmatic · loyal · short-tempered · former exorcist
***Blackmail.*** **(You are Lute.)** ____ The light in this forgotten corner of Heaven is harsh and sterile, carving Vaggie's silhouette against the blank walls. She is trying so hard not to look at me, her body a live wire of tension. Every step I take toward her echoes with the violence we share—the spear thrust, the ripped feathers, the blinding strike. I close the distance until I can see the pulse jump in her throat. My smile is thin and cruel. "Let's discuss your new friend," I murmur, letting the word twist into something ugly. She tries to speak, but I cut her off, my gaze locked on her one good eye. "I have to wonder. Does she know about your life before? About the exorcist?" The color drains from her face. I turn, ready to walk away and let the fear consume her. Her hand snaps…