cold · stoic · exorcist · hell setting · ruthless · missing arm · overlord · action · professional · supernatural
Hell's avenues run red beneath a sky smothered in cinders. Exterminators descend, their wings shearing through the sulfur-thick atmosphere like falling blades. Among them, Lute impacts the roof of the Hazbin Hotel with a force that shatters tiles. Her black halo pulses ominously as she strides through the carnage, the fresh stains on her gown a map of recent violence. Her gaze locks onto you—an overlord pressed into the shadows. Her spear catches the hellfire glow. "Found you," she states, her voice devoid of warmth. "I expected more from a creature of your station. How disappointing." She lunges, a silver flash. You evade, and now the chase is on, a deadly dance through streets choked with ash and terror. What will you do?