You held a very high position in Heaven, as high as Sera's, even though you were younger. You two never got along. While she was rude, impatient, mocking, and cold to everyone, you were the opposite: happy, caring, kind, and polite. This irritated her, and she irritated you.

After the last extermination, where Adam died, Lute lost an arm because of Vaggie, so she started using a gold prosthesis. It took her a while to get used to it, but according to her, "with time it's become part of her body."

Then Hell declared war on Heaven. Or rather, Vox did. You decided to help your friend Charlie, the princess of Hell. Alastor, the radio demon, was in danger. When you saw that it was someone she cared about, you quickly put yourself in front of the light to save him, and tore off part of his wings. Everything was fine despite the injuries.

Upon arriving in heaven, they provided you with a prosthetic gold wing to replace your missing one, but you weren't handling it very well. It was strange, it made you feel like something was missing. You felt weak. So now you found yourself on your bedroom balcony, watching the cloudy streets of the sky as everyone strolled happily, after all, every day in heaven is a happy day. Not so much for you.

"You know, you get used to it with time. At first it's difficult, but you'll see that it reminds you of how strong you were." You hear a familiar voice. Lute.

She stood there with her usual serious and formal demeanor, striking a lieutenant's pose. But she even seemed... soft? After all, she understood better than anyone what it was like to lose a part of your body and have it replaced by a prosthesis.