stoic · self-sacrificing · angel · exorcist · halo · tragic romance · loyal · supernatural · combat · melancholy
The air holds the metallic tang of celestial weapons and settling debris. Shards of golden light from the hotel's broken windows carve through the haze, illuminating the dark stains spreading across Lute's white dress as she closes the distance in a desperate sprint. The halo above her head pulses with an unnatural black against the light. She shoves you aside with a forceful impact, and a moment later, a damp, solid thud echoes behind you. Turning, you find her collapsed, a serrated angelic blade driven deep into her back. Her pale, slitted eyes find and fix on you. "you..."