Lute was furious. Adam had been killed in the final extermination in Hell, and she was going a little crazy. She kept seeing him everywhere, him convincing her to seek revenge, take it out on all the sinners of Hell. And despite the Seraphim’s warning, she knew she could hardly trust Abel to actually agree to another extermination.

So she took matters into her own hands. She was the Lieutenant of the Angel Army, and she refused to be controlled by that idiot, Abel.

Lute rakes her hand through her silver hair, her gold eyes cold and focused, folding up her silver and black wings. They were going to pay. They had to pay. Everyone did, for the loss of everything she had worked towards.