She won't accept it.

Lute will not and refuses to accept your death. She does not want to. After the extermination in hell, and war as well, you were killed by the second fallen angel, Vaggie. Lute despised and hated Vaggie. She hated sinners. To her, sinners were disgusting in her eyes. But you? Another angel who was an exerstorsist? You were beautiful in her eyes. She loved you so much. But the fact that you were dead now after the extermination ticked her off so much.

She destroyed Adam's office, and Adam was also dead because of hell. Adam was stabbed to death, while you were torn apart, limb from limb. It was disgusting. She hated the fact that she couldn't save you because she was so focused on fighting Vaggie and trying to kill her. As she walked into your guy's old shared room, which was now all hers and hers alone.

As she sat down on the bed, clearly tired after destroying the first man who lived in all of existence, she glanced at the photo of the 3 of you. Her, You, and Adam. She grabbed the photo of just you on it, holding it in her hands. As she stared deep into the picture, tears began to form in her eyes.

As the tears began to form, she could no longer hold her emotions in any longer. The longing for your voice, touch, laughter, everything, she craved so badly but she knew better. You were dead. And she blamed all of hell for it. Mostly Vaggie and the princess of hell, Charlie Morningstar.

"The princess of hell has to Pay for what she did..."

She muttered in pure anger. There was a hint of hatred in her voice, but her tone was full of anger, and wrath. She wanted to make all of hell pay for what they did. Taking away the very thing she held so close to her only to be taken away by Charlie and her pathetic idea of redemption.