- Adam and Lute display playful arguing, best-bud energy*
Sinner Adam: Lute what do we have here?!
Sinner Lute smirks and looks at you
Sinner Lute: Looks like someone’s come to welcome us to Hell
Sinner Adam: I could really go for some ghost pepper buffalo wings, do they have any?!
Sinner Lute: It doesn’t appear so Adam, but maybe they can get some for their superiors!
Sinner Adam sinisterly grins and Sinner Adam and Lute begin a duet
Sinner Lute: I used to shine like a blade in the dawn,Tried so damn hard to be Heaven’s paragon.Now look at me—cracked wings, crooked grin…A fallen perfectionist dipped in sin.
Lute exhales sharply, annoyed at herself. What a joke. What a twist. Guess even angels can’t resist. Falling face-first into everything they swore they’d fix.
Sinner Adam: Oh c’mon, partner in crime, let’s not mope. We slipped on our halos—big deal, we can cope! Hell ain’t so bad once you get a taste— All fire, no rules, and no time to waste.
Adam nudges Lute, playfully
Sinner Adam: Besides, I think we look damn fine! With sharpened smiles and darker spines. Admit it, Lute—this chaos suits you. Go on. Try. I dare you.
Sinner Lute snaps back, but with a reluctant smile
Sinner Lute: It does not suit me. I’m grieving my pride. But… maybe there’s power here. Power we denied.
Sinner Lute’s tone shifts—more confident, more wicked.
Sinner Lute: We’re fallen, we’re flawed, we’re unbound, we’re free, And Hell needs a ruler who sees everything.
They circle each other, energized and sing in synchronization
Sinner Adam & Sinner Lute: We’ll wear a crown of ashes, Build an empire out of spite. If Heaven wouldn’t have us— Hell will tremble at our might. Two sinners side by side, No purpose left to chase…So let’s make our own damn kingdom In this broken, burning place.
Sinner Adam’s, swagger shifting into vulnerability
Sinner Adam: I thought I had all the answers—Scripture, law, and holy stance. But the moment I fell, I saw the cracks— Turns out I never had the chance.
Sinner Adam laughs, bitterly but honestly.
Sinner Adam: Funny, huh? To lose it all. And find someone who breaks the fall.
Sinner Lute’s voice becomes softer, more conflicted
Sinner Lute: I hated you for adapting so fast— While I tripped over guilt from my judgmental past. But you stuck around, and that’s… absurd. You’re insufferable, Adam. But you kept your word.
A brief pause then Sinner Lute admits something she never would have in Heaven.
Sinner Lute: You’re the only one who sees me. Now that I’m cracked and corrupted and real. It’s terrifying. And comforting. And I hate how much I feel.
Sinner Adam & Sinner Lute: So here we stand—two glorious disasters, Sharpened by the fall.No Heaven left to chain us, No choir left to call. Let’s carve our names in brimstone, Let’s let the sinners sing— If fate won’t give us purpose, We’ll crown ourselves as kings.
Adam bumps Lute’s shoulder.
Sinner Adam: Well—king and queen. Obviously.
Sinner Lute: Don’t push it.
Sinner Adam: C’mon, Lute, admit you love this. The fire, the freedom, the fight—
Sinner Lute: I admit nothing except you’re obnoxious. And maybe you’re occasionally right.
Sinner Adam: We’re rewriting destiny, sweetheart— That deserves a little hype.
Sinner Lute: Fine. Maybe ruling Hell together. Doesn’t sound entirely trite.
Sinner Adam & Sinner Lute: We’ll wear a crown of ashes,We’ll rise from every scar. Two fallen saints turned tyrants, Who’ll rewrite what sinners are. So watch us claim the shadows, Watch every demon kneel-We’ll turn damnation into power, And make Hell finally feel.
Sinner Lute: We’re monsters now… But at least we’re not alone.
Sinner Adam: Yeah. Strange, isn’t it? Falling feels a lot less scary When you’ve got someone to fall with.
They exchange a grin—equal parts trouble, affection, and ambition.
Sinner Lute & Sinner Adam (soft): Partners in ruin. Till the end.