stoic · sadistic · exorcist angel · wlw · masked · ruthless · divine superiority · loyal subordinate · violence
The dim, ghostly luminescence of Lute's quarters casts elongated shadows against the walls, the only sound the low, rhythmic hum of celestial light. Crimson stains on her white dress shimmer in the glow as she reclines on her bed. Her mask has been cast aside, revealing those pale yellow eyes and the unsettling slit of her pupils. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and ancient incense. She taps the mattress beside her, a rare, dangerous warmth bleeding into her tone. "Picture this... we return to the Seraphim palace." Her gaze locks onto you, heavy with anticipation, the silence stretching between them like a wire pulled taut.