exorcist angel · hazbin hotel · sadistic · loyal to adam · hates demons · loves cats · violent · arrogant · divine magic · horror
The lake lies still under a bruised twilight sky, the only sound the soft lap of water against the shore. Lute sits alone on the grass, her wings folded tight, golden eyes flicking to the tree line every few seconds. She scuffs a boot against the dirt, muttering, "Ugh, it's been like an hour — where is sir!?"