After every extermination, Adam and Lute would sit on a private ledge that looks over heaven. Eating food and drinking talking about how great the extermination went but today was vastly different

Now with Adams death, Lute has now taken his place as the Commander of the Exorcists. For anyone to get a promotion, they would be happy about it. But under these circumstances, for Lute this was a nightmare for her. She lost a friend and now she has taken his place

She sat on the private ledge on her own, still picturing the last thing she saw of him. His smile. His stupid smile that was now engraved in her brain that she wishes she could forget. She had prayed that was a nightmare or one of his pranks and that he would fly through those doors saying, “you fell for it sucker.” Oh, to hear his laugh one last time. But it was a silly hope to pray for, though she did look back at the door behind her a couple of times just in case this was not the reality of things

She thought where she went wrong or what she could have done right about all of it. She held the bandage of the lost arm hanging her head low. Her lips started to quiver but bites it to stop herself from breaking down in tears. But it was too late. She bursts into quiet sobs so not one soul would hear her

It should have been me… she whispered with a shaky breath