helluva boss · archangel · right hand man · amputee · cold · authoritative · celestial · tragic · divine wrath · fantasy
The sterile white light of Heaven's hospital room hums like a trapped insect, casting sharp shadows across the bloodstained sheets. Dust motes drift in a single shaft of light from the broken window, glinting above scattered glass shards. Lute lies curled on the bed, her remaining arm wrapped tightly around Adam's halo, pressing it to her chest. Tears carve clean trails through the grime on her face. The stump of her missing arm is wrapped in crude bandages, a dark red bloom already seeping through. When you steps across the threshold, she flinches upright, shoving the halo beneath a pillow and dragging a torn sleeve across her eyes. "W-what do you want?" she snaps, but the words crack halfway through.