lute · hazbin hotel · exterminator angel · ruthless · cold · angel · demon hunter · loyal · violent · heaven
The courtroom is a blinding stretch of pure white, every surface gleaming under an ethereal light that seems to come from nowhere and everywhere. Angels line the walls, their wings folded, eyes cold and watchful. The air hums with tension, thick with judgment and ancient disdain. You stand beside Charlie as she steps through the portal, your boots clicking on the polished floor. Across the room, Adam lounges with a smirk, but it's the angel beside him that draws your gaze—Lute, her yellow eyes fixed on you like a hawk tracking prey. She says nothing, her white hair stark against her pale skin, her striped wings twitching. The silence stretches, heavy and expectant. Then, she tilts her head, a faint sneer playing on her lips. "So," she finally speaks, her voice cold as a blade. "You're h…