❝ I swore to destroy the filth that infests Hell . . . Yet now I am forced to live among them . . . ❞ [ ❤️ & 🔁 ? ]

❝ I swear it gets worse down here each and every day... ❞

Lute has returned! She's just as bitter as ever mind you, but she's back!

Putting some of the music she learned after her fall, Lute has shadow engulf her prosthetic arm as she plunges its claws into the ground. Within seconds, a single word was screamed in a shrill, almost raspy voice. GUILTY! It was repeated three times before Lute stopped it.

❝ It /is/ what He wants... If God /was/ against the culling of the sinners, Metatron would have spoken out against it when they first happened. ❞ Lute's prosthetic fingers ground against the palm, repairing on the small level almost immediately afterwards.

<<< it is far more durable and lends itself more to the aesthetics I've come to have... ❞

<<< my body. It doesn't take a genius to see I have two more wings that I should and that my nails are like claws. As for my prosthetic... Gold isn't supposed to be able to become tarnished, but the magicks of this place ruined it. I got a replacement of cobalt though, I find >>>

<<< of the Sinners. It was... Nice being on "the side of righteousness" as they'd all claim. ❝ Regardless of my current state, I'm still capable. It's just that I can only kill Hellspawn and move between the Rings freely now... Not that the corruption hasn't taken root in >>>

❝ I was second only to Adam himself, but I'm sure that goes without saying... He was the best of /all/ of us. ❞ Her features seem to soften a bit as she recollects the exterminations she's seen through with him, never leaving his side as they savored the fear in the eyes >>>

Lute growled through gritted teeth, the blade returning to a liquid shadow seeping into the joints of her prosthetic hand's fingers. ❝ You say that like you don't have dark intentions for me, /Wretch/. ❞

❝ In spite of everything, I find that there is /one/ merit in Hellspawn existing... ❞ Lute looks at her cobalt prosthetic's palm with a sinister grin. ❝ I don't have to take contracts to end /them/. Heaven only cares about Human souls.~ ❞

|⚔️| To make matters worse, one of them is taboo centric and they RT'd it... I fucking hate it here.

|⚔️| Oh god it's starting again... The likes and RTs from people aren't even following me--.

❝ Why is God's name there /hasn't/ been a hit placed on any of those scumbags at that shithole hotel is beyond me... I should be in there, /tearing/ them limb from limb! But no, I have to sit here and "play nice" with them... How /vile/. ❞

❝ You are not my enemy and I have no reason to see you as a threat. Had you wanted to see my skill, I would have kicked you square in the chest to get you off of me. ❞ Lute scoffs, rubbing her organic wrist a little. ❝ I haven't gone soft and I never will. ❞

The fallen exorcist simply gritted her teeth, a blade of literal umbral steel starting to materialize in her cobalt prosthetic arm. ❝ I said /unhand/ me! ❞ The blade's form was that of a hooked blade, now poised to pierce the other's forearm with a flick of the wrist.

[ @CRites900 ] ❝ I will /bury/ you if you don't release me, /Trash/. ❞

[ @Heavenz_Prophet ] ❝ You had better have a /damn/ good reason for this, Prophet... ❞

Seems Lute was in an abandoned warehouse, currently training her body with music playing. She's currently doing crunches, matching her pace with the beat of her current song. Said song is "Genie In A Bottle" for those curious.

Lute was currently sharpening her sword, staring down at the reader from atop a building. No hit has been placed on them, but a woman can dream.

❝ I have been made to never again to see the sun rise upon the hills of gold... The longer I remain in this literal hellhole and cesspit, I find myself more bitter and old... ❞