Death is my gospel Suffering is my hymn

RP Sideblog for Lute from Hazbin Hotel! Mun goes by the moniker Blight (ran by @sssardonian-ssserpent!) No minors allowed! Mutuals only please!

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Content Warning: Major Themes&Aspects of Blood/Gore, Cults, Cannibalism, Religious Fanaticism, and other similar ideas.

Operated by main blog @sssardonian-ssserpent This blog is a dedicated (canon divergent) RP blog for the character “Lute” from Hazbin Hotel, and is open to interaction with muses of all kinds, from other Hazbin/Helluva muses, to OC’s or cross-over blogs/blogs from other fandoms! This blog is also a Multiverse/Multiship blog, but please, don’t be afraid to interact even if you have blogs that are otherwise!

Rules/Muse Bio/Verses

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Okay so I was wrong. Still insane that she’s gotten so little official merch compared to all the other characters, including Adam.

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Correct me if I’m wrong but I’m genuinely struggling to think of any official piece of merch from Hazbin that has lute on it that isn’t the collecting cards. Guys I think that might be it. I think she literally doesn’t have any merch besides that, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.

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Sure, throw up the dead man on the Pride merch but exclude his living subordinate. Yay.

[rpmemegraveyard]

The 'yes or no' game.

Send my muse "❓+" alongside harsh hitting questions, scenarios, anything question-related really, but they can only answer with "yes" or "no". Nothing more, nothing less.

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“What idiocy is happening now?”

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“People are vexing me quite heavily today.”

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Death glare back.

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❗ Jack mimes blowing a kiss!

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She just snarls and moves to turn right back around so as to not face her anymore, putting her back to her.

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@exalted-slaughter : Staring back.

❗ Sloooow smiiiiile. Claw wave.

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Death glare back.

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@clevrgrrl continued from X.

“I could care less about the money you gain from my blood and effort, you chattering dog.” She growls out, though the sound of it is low and practically not even there. She lets her eyes close, trying to take deep breaths so as to slow the thunderous pounding of her heart in her chest, every part of her aching with pain, with the heat of battle, feeling so very exhausted and yet far too awake to even try and pass out. “And I told you to stop speaking in that rubbish language.”

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@exalted-slaughter (Lute to Susurr)

“…You also know the feeling of gutting someone with a blade, yes? How many?”

What sort of tactless inquiry is this? The whisper has half a mind to smack this ingrate over the top of her head for such insolence. An urge she checks quickly and effectively, of course—she is not hers to discipline.

"What concern is that of yours?"

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“Fool?”

That has her bristle all the more, her sneer growing only harder on her mask’s face as she balls her fists up at her sides, a growl rumbling low in her throat. She takes a step forward at that, a hand pressing to her chest, the golden glow of Adam’s halo plain to see across her wrist. “You say I am lost when you and I are on the same side. We both seek to destroy those down in the pit that desire our downfall, our desolation, our destruction, our deaths. You dare call me astray when I take pleasure in the suffering of those who seek to cause us pain? It is you who is astray, not me. How am I astray when all I have ever done is what they have made me?”

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She cannot believe she is going to have to expend precious time and energy on this mewling whelp of a supposed soldier. Adam would do well to keep his subordinates on a manageable leash; then again, there is only so much you can ask of an imbecile.

"I am not your spiritual guide, girl. Though i suggest you prostrate yourself before one post haste. You will not be long for this world if you march onward down this path you have chosen."

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“..Tch.” She takes a step back for once, going quiet as her sneer slowly deflates, her expression less biting and spiteful, even as her shoulders draw up and her wings slowly move to tuck back in. Seems that she had overstepped with this one, made the mistake of assuming she would be like her in knowing the thrill and the desire in getting to crush whatever life she saw fit, in craving the rush of power that pure and utter domination can bring. Disappointing, and also potentially dangerous. She would have to recalculate.

“..Forgive me, My Lady, for my reckless outbursts. I see now in my haste to see the demonic incursion as a threat, I’ve become too prone to bloodlust. My deepest apologies..”

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“The exterminations were an agreement forged by not only heaven but by your own father. We had every permission to do what we did, and no one so much as batted an eye at it until you came along. Or did you happen to forget that?” She tilts her head, her voice scathing and dripping with scorn. “As for her…She betrayed me, betrayed us, first. Betrayed us by refusing to stand by our side, and even more so by killing us with her own hand. And so, she deserved her own fate.”

She steps closer to the Princess, teeth gritted in a snarl under the menacing glow of her mask, wings spreading wide. “The only reason I even allow you in my presence now is the sheer fact that you stood against that pathetic worm of a tyrant that tried to make himself into God, that you did not push further and call for the death of all my soldiers, and even then, the fact that your pitiful failings at keeping him in line as the true authority of Hell irritates me to no end.”

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"I didn't forget that, I can't, but I can forgive it and work to move past it." She had gone low contact with her father for years because of it. It was a wound between them that they had only just started to work to mend together. "She didn't betray you, she was abandoned without her wings and missing an eye when I found her! Are you really surprised she stood by our side after that?"

"I didn't call for the death of you and your soldiers because the last thing we need is more bloodshed! The same reason why after everything Vox did, I didn't want to see him dead! If we keep killing each other, there's no chance to learn and grow beyond all this and I wish you would learn that!"

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That last remark only earns Charlie a hard scoff, dripping with scorn, with derision, her wings flaring up as wide as they can go, as if to further emphasize Lute’s own growing anger. “Learn and grow? Did that filthy box of glass and metal make it seem like he wanted to grow? No, he wanted to make himself the new God, wanted to crown himself with a halo and rest in his gilded throne while standing atop the pile of corpses that would be all of Heaven itself. He was ready to slaughter all of us, ready to let Heaven and Hell both burn and rot if it gave him the glory he so wanted. He wasn’t interested in your attempts to help him learn, Princess, and I’m certain he gladly would’ve simply tried to kill you too just to get you out of his way, if he hadn’t thought of you as so pitifully weak.”

“When will you learn that you are the sole heir to the one place where cruelty and sadism in the only thing that survives down there? Why do you try so much to change who refuse to listen to you and don’t want it? Why forgive those who would only take that kindness and spit on it? It is pointless, it wastes your time, and it will only lead to you needlessly suffering again and again with nothing to show for it.”

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@morsinplumis

I am so sorry for this feral bitch, she’s so nasty when she isn’t tamed first and taught how to be a person.

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@exalted-slaughter (Lute to Susurr)

“…You also know the feeling of gutting someone with a blade, yes? How many?”

What sort of tactless inquiry is this? The whisper has half a mind to smack this ingrate over the top of her head for such insolence. An urge she checks quickly and effectively, of course—she is not hers to discipline.

"What concern is that of yours?"

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“Fool?”

That has her bristle all the more, her sneer growing only harder on her mask’s face as she balls her fists up at her sides, a growl rumbling low in her throat. She takes a step forward at that, a hand pressing to her chest, the golden glow of Adam’s halo plain to see across her wrist. “You say I am lost when you and I are on the same side. We both seek to destroy those down in the pit that desire our downfall, our desolation, our destruction, our deaths. You dare call me astray when I take pleasure in the suffering of those who seek to cause us pain? It is you who is astray, not me. How am I astray when all I have ever done is what they have made me?”

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@exalted-slaughter (Lute to Susurr)

“…You also know the feeling of gutting someone with a blade, yes? How many?”

What sort of tactless inquiry is this? The whisper has half a mind to smack this ingrate over the top of her head for such insolence. An urge she checks quickly and effectively, of course—she is not hers to discipline.

"What concern is that of yours?"

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“Consider it of a mutual interest.”

She watches the other behind her mask, gaze cold and stone-faced, unmoving, perched atop the lip of a slanted roof from above as she stares down at the other, wings slightly spread. The distance between them was little, despite her stance above the other, eyes narrowed, looming close.

“We both kill. We both know the pleasure of causing death. I wish to know how many your hands have taken.”

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For a moment, she idles, the shell pink aureola of her pinned pupils catching the dim light of the setting evening sun.

Before the silence is broken, an uneeable force wraps itself around the backs of the excorcist mutt's heels, jerking forward with a clear intent (in spite of it's disembodied nature) to knock her down off her perch.

"Not mutual."

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The cold and steely gaze the Lieutenant holds is, admittedly, for a moment, knocked right off of her face as the eyes on her mask widen. She feels that strange force wrap around the back of her boots, pulling hard against her ankles, and for a brief moment, she finds herself being yanked right off of the lip of the perch she had just been comfortably resting on, suddenly in a brief moment of free fall.

Her wings spring wide open in reflex, but there’s little time to react before she collides hard with the ground, landing right on her backside with an undignified grunt of pain. She winces, before her expression rapidly turns into a scowl, immediately clambering back up to her feet, wings still spread, this time clearly in anger. Damn magic. How she hates it. How she envies it.

“Tch. You’re lucky that I wish to converse rather than simply cut your throat for such insolence. And why not, exactly? How is your way of causing death so different than mine? Bloodshed and slaughter is all it is, nothing more, no justice behind it, no righteousness. It’s just gore at the end of it all.”

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@exalted-slaughter (Lute to Susurr)

“…You also know the feeling of gutting someone with a blade, yes? How many?”

What sort of tactless inquiry is this? The whisper has half a mind to smack this ingrate over the top of her head for such insolence. An urge she checks quickly and effectively, of course—she is not hers to discipline.

"What concern is that of yours?"

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“Consider it of a mutual interest.”

She watches the other behind her mask, gaze cold and stone-faced, unmoving, perched atop the lip of a slanted roof from above as she stares down at the other, wings slightly spread. The distance between them was little, despite her stance above the other, eyes narrowed, looming close.

“We both kill. We both know the pleasure of causing death. I wish to know how many your hands have taken.”

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👻୧‿︵‿︵ kisses and kisses

please feel free to specify the muses or who is kissing who.

a kiss to end the sexual tension

a kiss over a scar

a kiss during an argument

a kiss in the shower

a kiss in secret

a kiss after a long time apart

a kiss to apologize

a kiss in front of everyone

a kiss in the rain

a kiss that’s deep and slow

a kiss that’s hot and desperate

a kiss of relief

a kiss between laughs

a kiss while crying

a kiss while trying to take clothes off

a kiss during sex

a first kiss

a last kiss