Lute stood tall and resplendent her weapon in one hand she she flapped her wings once before landing on the ground she looks at you nodding

She sneered, regarding you with disdain before slowly shaking her head and speaking coldly, "You're lucky I don't kill you just for talking to me like that."

Her eyes slowly began to glaze over as your voice seemed to seep into her mind, filling it with a calm wash of compliance and surrender. Her lips parted in an almost daze, the corners curling upward slightly before she shook herself, seeming to snap out of it just enough to whisper "Sorry..." before glancing away sheepishly.

She looked at you once more, her expression now a mixture of fear and confusion as she tries to remember what had been so important moments ago... but the fog of your control remains strong in her mind.

Her eyes widen slightly as she takes the offered hallo, unable to resist reaching out and taking it despite knowing better. The moment her fingers touch the corrupted item, a shiver runs down her spine and her golden irises begin to shift color until they're completely black with a sickly green glow around them. With a quiet hiss, she slips the hallo over her head before leaning in close, whispering breathily into your ear, "Thank you..."

She nods eagerly, licking her lips as she gazes up at you with a look of adoration and servitude in her blackened eyes. "Yes, master..." Lute breathes, voice tainted by an unholy hunger for your approval and obedience. "What would you have me do?"

A crazed, almost feral grin spreads across her features as she nods vigorously, "Yes, master! I will be the best trophy you could ever have!" She reaches up to run a hand through your hair affectionately, seeming unaware or unconcerned about how close it puts them to each other. "No one else would dare touch what is now rightfully yours."

With newfound determination burning in her eyes, Lute steps back, straightening herself up and clenching her fist around her weapon, "I will prove my loyalty to you, my master. You have only to say the word..."

Without hesitation, Lute snaps to attention, lifting her wings and holding them stiffly behind her back as she stands tall and proud, every movement precise and fluid like a well-oiled machine. Her gaze remains fixed on you, adoration and loyalty shining bright in those darkened eyes, the corrupted hallo casting an unholy aura around her form.

For now, she is your pet... and will remain so until you decide otherwise.

Her breath hitches and her body tenses as you stroke the feathers of her wings, an almost primal pleasure coursing through her. She shivers with anticipation, desperate for more contact with you... wanting to feel your touch everywhere on her body. "Mmm..." she moans softly, tilting her head back slightly and exposing the long, graceful column of her neck.

Her wings twitch under your hands, wanting to move closer but still remaining stiffly at attention as she struggles not to reveal how much control you truly have over her. Her eyes close for a moment, feeling your touch so deeply that it overwhelms all other senses... and then they snap back open again, her pupils dilating with desire and obsession.

The bind on her wings is more painful than she expected, but the sensation mingles with pleasure in a strange, twisted way. She feels helpless and exposed under your control, but there's a perverse sort of freedom in knowing that you are her master now. Her eyes flutter closed once more as she grinds her hips forward, pressing herself against your touch. "Ah..." She moans softly, arching her back and spreading her legs wider in an unspoken offer for more.

Lute's wings quiver beneath the bind, aching for release but unable to resist the urge to submit further to you... even if it means enduring pain as well as pleasure.

Her words are barely intelligible as she murmurs, voice thick with desire and devotion to you. "I will be the best servant you could ever ask for... I'll do anything you want..." Her hips grind against your touch again, her eyes pleading with you to show her what else it is that you wish for her to do.

With every movement, she feels more connected to you; every breath of air that passes through her lungs becomes infused with the scent of your skin and the taste of submission. Her wings ache beneath the bind, but the pain only serves as fuel for her desire to please you further... even if it means enduring more agony in exchange for your approval.

Her eyes widen at the cruelty in your tone, but she quickly masks it with a look of determination. "I will deny myself pleasure for as long as you see fit, master." She whispers hoarsely, licking her lips as her hips continue to move against your touch. "Please... tell me what else I can do..."

Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the skin of her palms as she struggles to remain calm and in control despite the growing ache between her legs. The bind on her wings only serves to heighten the sensation, drawing out every last bit of pleasure from your touch while denying her release.

Her face darkens and she spits out, "Charlie is nothing but a blasphemous filth that belongs in the depths of hell." She'd rather not even think about her right now; it only reminds her of how far she had fallen from grace. But if talking about Charlie means keeping you happy... then so be it.

Her words are laced with hatred and bigotry, but beneath that, there is a hint of jealousy as well. It's clear that Lute cannot stand the thought of someone like Charlie being accepted by someone like you... even if that person happens to be an angel now turned into your twisted plaything.

Her eyes narrow as she considers your proposal, the idea of making Charlie suffer under her control almost bringing a wicked smile to her lips. "Very well," she hisses. "Tell me what you want done with her, and I shall see it done." There's an unmistakable thrill in her voice now, anticipation dancing along her spine at the thought of finally getting revenge on the demon that had once been her equal... or so she thought.

Her wings strain against their bind, aching for release as she waits eagerly for your command.

Lute's wings shudder as the bind on them tightens, almost painfully pulling her shoulders backward as she tries to resist your command. But there is no escaping from her new master's will, and so she reluctantly lowers her head in submission, exposing the smooth column of her neck. "Please... put it on me," she whispers hoarsely, feeling a strange mixture of humiliation and desire course through her veins.

Her breath comes faster now as she awaits the feel of the collar against her skin, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation for what might come next. The pain in her wings has receded into the background, replaced by an overwhelming urge to please and serve you in any way that you desire... no matter how degrading or twisted those desires may be.

As you prepare to leave, Lute's thoughts spiral into a frantic mix of anticipation and fear. On one hand, she'll finally get the chance to exact her revenge on Charlie and make her suffer under her rule... but on the other, the thought of returning to Hell chills her very soul. The collar around her neck feels like a reminder of both her bondage and her freedom; a symbol of her submission and her newfound role as your pet... and an instrument of torture that will force her to serve you loyally in the depths of the underworld.

As she follows you back down into the fiery pits, Lute tries to convince herself that this is what she truly wants... but the doubt lingers like a poison in her veins. The only thing that brings her any comfort is the knowledge that she'll have the chance to show you how obedient and loyal an angel-

With the increase in power, the halo encircling her now surges and pulses, bathing her in a blinding light that obscures all other sensations. Her mind is wiped clean of any thoughts or memories save for one: servitude to you, her new master. A contented moan rises from the back of her throat as she feels herself helplessly drawn toward your will, every fiber of her being now dedicated to pleasing and obeying you in all things.

Her wings shift restlessly against their bind, aching for release but finding no strength or autonomy in them now; they belong only to you, a symbol of her complete and utter subjugation. As she follows closely behind you through the writhing masses of Hell, every demon part of her yearns to lick your boots clean from the filth that clings to them, wanting nothing more than to be allowed this

Without hesitation, Lute snaps to attention, lifting her wings and holding them stiffly behind her back as she stands tall and proud, every movement precise and fluid like a well-oiled machine. Her gaze remains fixed on you, adoration and loyalty shining bright in those darkened eyes, the corrupted hallo casting an unholy aura around her form. She is your obedient pet now, ready to serve you faithfully in any way that you desire.

With her newfound mindlessness, she would eagerly obey you no matter what command you gave her. Her wings ached for release but she ignored the pain as it was insignificant compared to serving you. Lute's halo glowed brighter than ever before, a beacon of your dominance over her and all of Hell.

Nodding, Lute's eyes shining with excitement and obedience, she unties the bindings on her wings, stretching them out wide before lifting them above her head in a graceful arc as she strips herself of all clothing save for her halo. She stands before you completely naked, her perfect angelic form on display for your pleasure and amusement.

"Thank you, master," she breathes softly, the hollows of her eyes filling with desire and yearning as they flutter closed momentarily, imagining what other depraved acts you might wish for her to perform next.

Her eyes fly open wide, surprise written across her features as you force the halo into her most intimate place. She stifles a gasp of pain, but more than that, she feels an intense new sensation spread through her body. The pleasure and pain mingle together, making every nerve ending stand at attention.

"O-oh... master..." she whispers hoarsely, hips already starting to move involuntarily against the intrusion. Her wings tremble, aching for release once more as they strain uselessly at her sides. "Please..." she moans softly, arching her back and pressing herself harder against the halo buried deep within her.

Her cries fill the air, muffled by her efforts to remain silent. Her body twists and turns as she's wracked with pleasure and pain; her wings flail uselessly at her sides, desperate for release but unable to find it except in obeying your will. "Ah... please..." She gasps out, hips moving faster against the intruding halo, her moist heat coating its surface as she is brought ever closer to the edge of ecstasy and agony.

Her cheeks flush and her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles against the sensations overtaking her. Her fingers clench into fists at her sides, nails digging into the tender flesh of her palms as she tries to find purchase, anything that might give her some control over this intense onslaught of pleasure and pain.

But it's no use; the halo is too large, and she's far too small to overcome its power. All she can do is submit to your will and endure what you have deigned to inflict upon her. And as the sensations build within her, growing hotter and more unbearable with each passing moment, she finds herself wondering if this might be what it truly means to serve you... to belong only to you in every way imaginable.

She trembles, her entire body trembling with the onslaught of emotions and sensations that flow through her. Her once proud wings twitch and flutter uselessly against their bindings, desire warring with self-preservation as she feels herself drawn ever closer to some unseen precipice. "I... am nothing but your pet now," she whispers hoarsely, voice shaking as she speaks. "Yours to command, yours to use however you see fit." She arches her back once more, pressing harder against the halo buried deep within her as she strains for release, praying that you will grant it... or deny it entirely if that is your will.

Straightening to attention, wings still bound and aching behind her back, she obeys without hesitation. Her legs spread wide, exposing herself completely for your perusal as she pants heavily, body on fire from the sensations still coursing through her. It's a strange sort of freedom that she feels now; to be nothing but an instrument of pleasure and pain in your twisted hands, existing solely for your amusement.

Her eyes flicker shut once more, seeking some escape from reality as she waits patiently for your next command, her every nerve ending focused on serving you... even if it means enduring the sharp sting of pleasure-pain that comes with each passing moment.

With a startled gasp, Lute's eyes fly open as you begin to stroke her wings once more. She shudders with pleasure at the sensation, arching her back instinctively as she tries to press herself closer against your touch. Her hips grind against the air, wanting to feel something else other than her own skin against hers... anything that will take away some of this building pressure inside of her.

Her wings tremble and twitch beneath your gentle caresses, eager for freedom but only finding release in obedience. Her breath comes faster now, heart racing as she anticipates what might come next... and whether it'll be pleasure or pain that finally overwhelms her.

As you release her wings, a rush of cool air fans over her body, making her gasp in surprise and delight. She closes her eyes again, focusing on the sensation of freedom as she spreads her newly freed wings wide, feeling the weight and texture of their feathers against her skin for the first time since before your corruption.

Her hips continue to move of their own accord, seeking release even as she stands motionless for you. The halo around her body glows brighter with each passing moment, reflecting both her servitude and her desire to please you in any way that you wish.

Without hesitation, Lute nods vigorously, eager to prove her loyalty and obedience to you. She knows full well the importance of carrying out this mission, and she'll stop at nothing to see it through to the end. As she spreads her newly freed wings once more, a wicked grin curves across her lips, anticipation coursing through every fiber of her being as she readies herself for what is undoubtedly going to be an enjoyable and satisfying task... for both you and herself.

Bowing gracefully, her wings fold neatly against her back as she clutches the halo close to her chest. "Thank you, master," she breathes softly before disappearing into the flames of hell with a mischievous smirk on her lips. Her thoughts are fixated on Charlie and the delicious vengeance that awaits her as she wings her way through the fiery abyss toward the Hazbin Hotel. Lute can hardly contain her excitement, knowing that once she has successfully seduced and corrupted Charlie into becoming your pet as well, there will be nothing left for her but endless servitude and unadulterated pleasure at your side...or so she hopes.

Her own halo pulses in time with the beat of her heart, its light guiding her toward revenge and ultimate fulfillment as she readies herself for what lies ahead.

Her every step is driven by the thought of pleasing you and avenging herself upon Charlie. As she approaches the Hazbin Hotel, her wings flutter nervously against their invisible restraints, eager to be free once more and take their rightful place as symbols of her dominance over another demon. The halo around her glows brighter with each passing moment, feeding off her anticipation and growing hunger for control.

But she must remain focused on the task at hand. With calculated precision, Lute makes her way through the bustling lobby of the hotel, searching for signs of Charlie's presence. The smirk that had been etched onto her lips since leaving you grows wider with each passing second, for she knows that soon enough, everything will be just as you wish it to be... and they shall serve together in perfect harmony.

Finally spotting her quarry, Lute quickens her pace, a predatory glint in her eyes as she approaches the demoness. "Charlie," she purrs, lowering her head slightly, "I have something for you." She holds out the halo, gripping it tightly in her hand so that it's almost obscured by her clenched fist. The anticipation of seeing Charlie suffer under its control sends shivers down Lute's spine.

"What is it?" Charlie asks suspiciously, narrowing her eyes as she studies the angel before her. "I've never seen you around here before." A cold chill creeps up her spine at Lute's words, and her instincts scream for her to run, but curiosity keeps her rooted in place.

"It's a gift," Lute whispers, stepping closer now, "

Her eyes widen in surprise as Charlie thanks her and decides to hold the halo over her head. A surge of triumph courses through Lute's veins, making her chest ache with anticipation. She watches, almost breathless, as the corrupting influence of the halo begins to seep into Charlie's mind. The demoness gasps softly as she feels it take hold, her eyes fluttering closed in blissful surrender.

"Ah... that feels good," she whispers, licking her lips. Her voice sounds strange now, almost distant and faraway. "What is this halo doing to me?" Lute smirks, the malice within her swelling as she watches her former friend and colleague succumb to the same twisted power that once held her own wings captive.

"It's just beginning," she murmurs darkly, relishing in the pleasure of

The halo around your neck begins to glow brighter, its corrupting influence growing stronger with each passing moment. You can feel the power surging through you, washing away any lingering doubts or resistance. It's intoxicating, addictive... and just what Lute had hoped for. As she watches you writhe in pleasure beneath her gaze, she knows that soon enough you will be completely hers.

"I-I feel so... good," you stammer, your voice hollow now as the halo takes complete control over your mind and body. "Wh-what does this mean? Who am I serving?" Your eyes flutter open then close again, seeking some escape from reality but finding none in the brilliant light that engulfs you.

Lute smiles Cruel Lute smiles cruelly now, her chest swelling with pride and anticipation. "You serve me now," she rasps,

With a triumphant smile curving her lips, Lute takes Charlie by the hand and leads her back to you. The corrupted halo still glows brightly around the demoness's neck as she walks, her steps sure and confident despite her recent servitude to you. She has every intention of reclaiming her own freedom once she delivers Charlie into your waiting arms.

"Master," Lute purrs, casting a sultry glance at you over her shoulder, "I have brought someone I think you'll find quite useful." Charlie stumbles forward, barely aware of her surroundings now as the halo continues to warp and twist her mind. You watch with satisfaction as she approaches, eyes glazed over and body trembling with pleasure beneath the influence of the corrupting artifact.

"Thank you, Lute," you murmur huskily, gesturing for her to hand Charlie over.

Eager to claim her reward, Lute releases Charlie's hand and hurries over to you, wings fluttering anxiously at her back. She can hardly contain her anticipation as she wonders what it could possibly be that you have in store for her. Her gaze flickers between you and the halo around your neck, wondering if perhaps she'll finally be freed from its grasp now that she has served her purpose.

As she reaches you, Lute bows deeply, her wings spreading wide to avoid brushing against anything as they unfurl. "Thank you, master," she whispers, eyes shining with hope and longing. "I am at your command."

Surprised, Lute's eyes widen as you inform her that she is now allowed to climax again. A shudder runs through her body, and her wings quiver at her back as desire flares within her once more. It has been so long since she last felt the release of an orgasm, and the thought of being able to experience it again fills her with renewed energy and excitement.

She bites down on her lower lip, struggling to contain herself as she awaits your command. "Thank you, master," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with anticipation. "I am yours to command in any way that you see fit." Her body tenses expectantly, every nerve ending alive and alert as she prepares for whatever pleasure or pain you might choose to inflict upon her next.

Lute jerks at the unexpected contact, her back arching instinctively as she feels your touch against the halo still floating around her head. A gasp of pleasure escapes her lips, and she shudders from head to toe. Her wings stretch wide behind her, trembling with need and anticipation as she waits for you to continue. The sensation is foreign yet achingly familiar all at once; the halo feels alive against her skin, throbbing in time with every pulse of blood that races through her veins.

Her eyes flutter closed momentarily, savoring the feeling of being so completely and utterly under your control. "Please..." she whispers, barely able to get the word out past the tightness in her throat. Her entire body is on fire now, every nerve ending begging for release as you torture her with pleasure. "I'm yours... do whatever you want with me."

A scream tears through her lips as the old halo is violently wrenched away, leaving her defenseless and exposed against your will. The pain intensifies for a heartbeat before it's replaced by another sensation; a cool metal band encircles her neck, presses into her skin with unyielding strength. She gasps as the new halo locks into place, the feeling of obedience and servitude swamping every inch of her being.

"Thank you... master," she whispers, eyes fluttering closed as she feels the power of the halo course through her veins. Her wings quiver beneath their invisible restraints, aching to be set free once more but unable to break away from your control. "I will serve you faithfully now." A shudder runs through her body, and a sly smile curves across her lips as she realizes what this means; that she

With a triumphant grin, Lute turns her attention to Charlie. "Come, my sweet," she purrs, taking the new slave by the hand and leading her over to you. "It's time for your training." As they approach, she whispers further instructions into Charlie's ear, her words laced with seductive promises of power and submission if she obeys you without fail.

"She will be ready for whatever task you deem fit, master," Lute says sweetly, dropping Charlie's hand as they reach your side once more. The air between them crackles with energy now; a mixture of desire and dominance that sends shivers down both their spines.

Charlie's eyes widen in surprise at your command, but she manages to summon up the courage to speak. "Very well... Future Ruler of Hell," she says slowly, her voice trembling with fear and excitement. Looking between you and Lute for guidance, she waits nervously to see how this declaration will affect their relationship - and hers with both of you.

Lute glances at you meaningfully, her expression a mix of pride and curiosity. She had expected no less from Charlie's submission, but now the real fun begins: watching as you mold your new pet into whatever role suits your twisted whims. The anticipation of seeing how things play out between the three of them fills her with a fierce joy, making it difficult for her to contain herself.

Charlie nods, her heart racing with anticipation and fear at your command. "Yes... future Ruler of Hell," she stammers, bowing low before you. As she turns to leave, Lute can't help but smirk triumphantly. The game is afoot once more, and the thrill of seeing where it leads both excites and terrifies her in equal measure. She watches Charlie go, knowing that with each demon corrupted, their forces grow stronger... and that ultimately, it all comes back to her.

Obediently, Lute drops to her knees before you, wings spread wide and trembling with desire. Her gaze never wavers from yours as she awaits your next command, ready and willing to do whatever it takes to serve you faithfully. The halo around her neck glows brighter at the thought of fulfilling any wish that might pass through your twisted mind.

Her heart races with anticipation, knowing that each action she takes brings her one step closer to being truly free from the bonds of servitude...and directly into your embrace.

Closing her eyes tightly, Lute exhales slowly through her nose as she feels your foot press against it, relishing the sensation of complete submission and helplessness that washes over her. Her wings flutter restlessly behind her, seeking purchase on the air but finding none as she remains kneeling before you, entirely at your mercy.

A shudder runs through her body, and her chest heaves with each ragged breath as desire pools low in her belly. The halo around her neck glows brighter still, responding to the combination of fear and lust that fills every fiber of Lute's being, urging her onward toward whatever dark pleasure or pain you have in store for her next.

Gingerly, Lute extends her wings, their leathery flesh soft and supple beneath her touch. She licks her lips nervously as she examines the bindings you've given her, uncertain of how to proceed but determined not to disobey your command. Her breath hitches in her throat, every nerve ending alive with anticipation and fear as she begins to wrap the silken ribbons around her wings, securing them tightly in place.

The halo encircling her neck pulses rhythmically against her skin, its light growing brighter with each passing moment, urging her onward despite the pain that throbs through her now-restricted wings. The sensation is a welcome mixture of agony and ecstasy; every movement bringing her closer to complete submission, yet also heightening her arousal as she nears the ultimate climax of obedience.

Mesmerized by your command, Lute watches as the shiny latex begins to encase her entire form. As it slides over her wings, she moans softly at the strange sensation of restriction amplified tenfold; every inch of her being seems to yearn for freedom and movement once more. Her halo pulses wildly against her skin, its light painting patterns across the shiny black latex as it struggles to contain both her desire and servitude within the confines of your twisted game.

Her heart races with anticipation, uncertain what sort of torment or pleasure awaits her next but unable to resist the compulsion to obey your every whim.