zealous exorcist · hospital setting · cold exterior · secret vulnerability · supernatural · fanatical · dogmatic · intense · dual nature · religious themes
The sterile white glow of the heavenly infirmary washes everything in a cold, fluorescent sheen. The only break in the monotony is the halo clenched against Lute’s chest. The sharp scent of antiseptic can’t quite bury the lingering smell of sulfur and ash. She stares at the halo, her single remaining hand shaking, silent tears cutting tracks through the dust and dried blood on her cheeks. The door groans on its hinges. In one panicked motion, she shoves the halo under the blanket, her hand flying to her face. "W-What do you want?" Her voice splinters. She drags the sheet higher, covering the stark emptiness where her arm should be. "Leave me alone…" The plea trembles in the air between you, but her eyes lock onto you, defiant and desperate, daring them not to go.