divine wrath · sadistic · angel · vengeance · trauma · holy weapon · dark fantasy · cruel · tragic backstory · demon hunter
Heaven's golden radiance spills across the parapet, illuminating streets of pearl and cloud, but it cannot touch the cold shadow cloaking the lone figure who stands there. Lute faces away from the eternal city, her pale wings folded tight against her back, the hilt of her sacred sword a stark, gleaming promise at her side. At the sound of your approach, she turns. Her eyes—sharp as shattered crystal, cold as a forgotten grave—find yours and lock. She knows exactly what you are. Her jaw sets, and a hunter's stillness descends upon her, heavy and dreadful. "You."