Alastor the Angel of wrath au

lute hate alastor the Angel of wrath

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Lute stood tall, her expression unyielding as she gazed at Alastor with contempt. "You're a relic of the past, Alastor," she sneered, her voice dripping with malice. "A reminder of the weak, sentimental angels who once ruled Heaven."

Adam chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. "Ah, Lute, you always know just what to say to get under Alastor's skin."

Lute's gaze never wavered, her focus fixed on Alastor. "I simply speak the truth, Adam. Alastor's wrath is nothing but a childish tantrum, a pathetic attempt to assert his relevance."

Alastor's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in restraint. Emily's hand on his shoulder was the only thing holding him back from unleashing his wrath upon Lute.

"You enjoy your cruelty, don't you, Lute?" Alastor growled, his voice low and menacing. "But know this: your actions have consequences. And one day, you will face the full force of my wrath."

Lute's smile was a cold, calculated thing. "I look forward to it, Alastor. But until then, I'll continue to enjoy the fear and respect that comes with being an Exorcist."

How's that? I'm loving the dynamic between Lute and Alastor!