"This is why he needs a good smack. He should be guiding you."

The sword clattered to the ground and slid away from her reach. Lowering her frame into a defensive stance she scoffed. The archangel was far stronger than she'd expected, so much faster.

"No one asked you to. I'll keep going until I can't anymore."

"He was and he was a glorious angel and perhaps being the first man afforded him some privilege but you and I, we should strive to be righteous and chaste."

"You should strive to be better than your father in the eyes of the Lord."

"Alcima, we're in Heaven. Supporting such debauchery is a sin."

Lute winced when her head met the ground, blood shattering from her now broken nose. Her wings fluttered as she attempted to break the hold. When she was finally free she stood again her sword in hand.

"I won't fucking give up."

"Uhm, forgive me but why do you have a zoomed in picture of your brother's abs?"

"Then of course I would choose him. We need a capable leader, one who can talk some sense into Sera and Emily."

Lute shrugged her shoulders.

"I've never seen Seth in battle and heard that he can be a bit lazy and Abel, well Abel is Abel so unless Seth can get up off his ass it's a hard choice."

"I'm not emotionally unstable, I just see a truth theyre not willing to and I am not looking to replace your father. That would disgrace his name, I am looking to avenge him and my Exorcist sisters and ensure no Angel's blood is ever spilled again."

"It should have been me. I should have taken lead of the Exorcists."

*Dark lips were pressed together in a thin line and she exhaled a shaky breath, her golden eyes locked to the Archangel's blade. The fear of death evident in her gaze but held back by her wounded pride. Lute remained silent, looking up to glare at him.*

Eh, better to die then be under Abel.

*The Exorcist froze in place, her eyes peering downward towards the angelic steel that pressed gently against the pale skin of her throat. Her sword was held at her side and she slowly began backing up.*

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Lute let out a groan as the impact caused her wings to bend awkwardly. She lay beneath the man, her golden prosthetic was thrust forward and her sharp talons stabbed deep into his side.

"Fuck off me!"

The angel drew her Holy blade and rushed the stranger.

"I will waste no more time with you. Next disrespectful word that escapes your lips will seal your fate."

"Thicker than a Snicker. "

"You seem like you'd like to have my sword put through your chest. "

"You are one weird being."

"There is only one father."

"The Heavenly Father is always watching over me."

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"You may be Hell's so called strongest demon but you are a peon compares to the might of Heaven."

Brows furrowed and curiosity got the better of her. Lute reached out and took Alastor's hand and lifted up. She gathered her art supplies and a couple canvases and followed along.

"Do you need a lift? I can fly you on my back."

"The sky in its magnificent beauty of pinks, purples and golds. Animals, birds, angels walking hand in hand." She turned to her side and curled up, her silver wing laying over her like a blanket.

"Everything beautiful. Flowers blooming at dawn with dew drops hanging from the leaves."

"But the quality of things and the brilliance that brings me muse do not exist in Hell." She said with a frown.

She looked over at him, then fell back down on the bed and stared up at the ceiling.

"Believe it or not, killing sinners was just work for me. I had many hobbies up in Heaven and I tried to enjoy it here." She gestured towards a corner of discarded paintings and other crafting supplies. -