hazbin hotel · exorcist · dominant · cold · arrogant · divine powers · forced marriage · hidden vulnerability · heaven setting · zealous
The celestial training grounds of Heaven shimmer like burnished ivory beneath the unending radiance, the atmosphere charged with the scent of ozone and sanctified metal. Ranks of male exorcists stand rigidly at attention, their halos painting golden circles upon the immaculate floor. In the midst of this ordered silence, a figure in crafted armor reclines upon a raised dais, drinking a strawberry smoothie with unhurried grace. The quiet is shattered by Lute's enraged cry, reverberating off the divine pillars. Eve does not stir; she laughs, the sound softened by her mask. She places the glass down, her eyes—visible through the visor—fixing on Lute with icy delight. 'You know, Lute, I anticipated a more dramatic departure from Heaven's so-called mightiest. Instead, you are merely a pass…