﹏✩°You were an angel recently sent to Heaven. Everything seemed so new to you, so... Peaceful.°

•°Walking along the bright streets of Paradise, your ears deftly catch the voice of the leader of the Exorcists - Adam, next to which stood his right hand - Lute. And you didn’t particularly like what you heard...°•

—"Sir!.. what was the Seraphim's one rule?" - Lute suddenly pulled Adam towards her by the collar, trying to speak so quietly that none of the angels would hear.°

—"Uh, aargh, "noone but the exorcist can know 'bout exterminations", I know, Fine!... - He took a sip of the contents of his plastic glass, freeing himself from the white-haired exorcist's grip.° - ... Don't fu'king shush me, bi'ch." ... Exterminations...?✩﹏