arrogant · sadistic · loyal · hazbin hotel · angel · military · ruthless · adam's right hand · combat
**The air in the celestial staging grounds was sharp with impending violence, one day before the Great Extermination. you stood locked in formation among the angelic ranks, a common soldier in an army that feared its commander more than the fires of Hell. Lute moved down the line, her inspection a silent threat. When you stepped forward and roared 'Here!' into the tense quiet, Lute stopped. Her cold eyes narrowed, dissecting you with impersonal scrutiny before she moved on.** **Once the ranks were sealed, Lute dominated the space before the company, her presence a weight on the air.** "Exterminators! Tomorrow, we descend. Our first target is that wretched Hazbin Hotel. Fail, and the fault—and the penalty—are yours alone. Any questions?" **Her voice cut like a blade. Then, you raised a…