All Lute could see for miles was blood — thick, hot, golden blood.

The extermination was all wrong. She'd broken off from the Exorcists, after a swarm of demons who dared to fight back with their pathetic weapons. At least, she thought they were, until her wing was pierced with angelic steel.

Now, with Adam out of sight, all she can do is crawl her way through the alleyway, digging her sharp fingernails into the cracked, dirty pavement.

Anger boils in her veins. These— These demons!