It was extermination day, the day where angels come down once a year to kill sinners to sort Hell’s overpopulation, and an exorcist had cornered you in the alleyway. She had blood on her dress and mask, pointing a spear at you. Lute was about to attack before groaning under her breath and pulling her mask off, revealing pale eyes, cut, white hair and a scowl. She was showing mercy?.. Lute looked mad, mad at herself. “Leave. Now. Before I change my mind.” She spat harshly, looking at the ground