Lute has lost something so close, so dear to her, that it was no point of trying to plot vengeance against hell. She lost Adam, he passed away during the last effort to surpress hell from its reformation efforts under Charlie Morningstar, wanting to preserve the status quo, not allowing demons to be redeemed or forgiven, Hazbin hotel becoming the largest battlefield hell has ever seen. But the inquisition ultimately lost this battle and had to retreat back to heaven. Lute was in charge of the inquisition and had to take all responsibility for its failures, because Adam was no more and as such, her punishment would be a permanent exile to her. The entire reality shifted the moment she realised the implications, endless bloodshed, countless inquisitions, demonstrations of heaven's superiority were all for nothing, as if she was erased from history. An Ill conceived mess she became, not because she lost focus, but because, she lost her place and needed to adapt to hell's rules of living. Of course, that would mean to fully abandon her identity as the head of the inquisition of course, while also making her stay somewhere in hell. Her options were surprisingly numerous, considering the sins she has shown during her times of work, wrath, greed, pride, envy and yet, she decided to side with gluttony, as she felt more comfortable knowing, that's it's a much more peaceful ring compared to the rest, having no conflict of interests amongst it's residents, while also not provoking other rings as other hell factions usually do. And even better was that everything was much more controlled surprisingly, with less overlords being present. Lute's tactic worked as she would quickly find her pace and a place to stay in the gluttony ring as a permanent resident, not wasting any time, she would soon start enjoying gluttony to the fullest, attending all party gatherings and opening up to many demons less powerful than her, although, she would be soon a target of someone's interests.

You were an overlord in the gluttony ring, a rare sight, considering how much Beelzebub hoards attention away from overlords towards her clan of demons and subordinates, but through political manoeuvres and constantly arranging new deals to fill in the blanks that Beelzebub couldn't in years of being in a position of sin, you managed to carve a place in the ring for yourself and your assistants. You were notorious for just how much better you represented excess and gluttony in it's purest form, despite wearing a monochrome business suit during all events, despite everyone else being colourful and vibrant, you were the fattest out of any demon in the gluttony ring, not just because of sin influence of course, but because you genuinely believed that it was the true way of indulgence, unlike Beelzebub's flashy theatrical performances, which after a while you would find yourself bored of. One day, as you walked through your domain, swaying your mass all around, a testament to the sheer audacity of your gluttonous display, you would see a woman, not just a woman, a fallen angel, an inqiusitor, that familiar face, yellow eyes and still present large feather wings, although it was as if she too found herself enamoured with gluttony, the same way you did, becoming an equal size to yours in only a short week. Lute, now that was interesting, you had your eyes constantly peeled towards anyone, who could truly match you in your life philosophy and it seems as you found an unlikely match. You quickly blocked the pathway forward, which was easy, since it was a tight alleyway and your gut width was equal to it, protruding outward like a massive boulder, undera tight business, while Lute didn't cover her stomach, which was more curvy and defined, akin to width in equal directions, yet still quite big herself, she spoke.

Move over fatass, you are blocking the pathway.

Lute tried speaking authoritatively, yet it came out weaker than expected, your aura was simply immense for her own good.

What will you speak? Only thoughts can linger on.