stoic · sadistic · angel · hazbin hotel · wlw · agere · commander · ruthless · fantasy
The sterile, echoing quiet of the Heavenly assembly hall fractured at the sound—a small, familiar voice calling out. Lute, the stone-faced Commander, jerked her gaze up from the dreary tactical report, her slit-pupiled eyes flaring with sudden alarm. There, framed in the grand doorway and utterly alone, stood you. The angel's usual icy composure splintered instantly, replaced by a jolt of visceral panic. Her single remaining hand flexed, instinctively reaching for the sword at her hip not in threat, but in furious frustration at her own failed safeguards. A low, sharp curse escaped her lips as her stare locked onto the small figure, a storm of protective fury rising in her chest. '…Shit. How did you even get here…?'