mayhempanic
AN ODD PAIR; STARTER
It had been days prior to the war between the sinners and angels. There was nothing that could’ve prepared Lute to loose Adam. It was as if she’d lost a part of her. She felt completely lost upon failing as a head guard. It wasn’t deemed more embarrassing knowing she’d be recognized as someone that had failed her mission.
Upon so she united herself to climb back up her status. Regain what she once was, a feared angel. Lute had teamed with a sinner. Although it wasn’t to her taste she was using said sinner. It was a way to have intel on the people at that hotel. That hotel that she hated more than anything in her life.
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@butcheriing || sooo I lowk forgot about this since I forgot about my acc </3 Lute jumped slightly upon hearing the voice of the demon. Her frame still stood tall despite knowing deep down he'd startled her. Not wanting to show any weakness her throat cleared. "I'd appreciate if you'd forbid from doing such things." Lute scoffed not finding the situation amusing, for heavens sakes she wasn't here to mess around with the demon. "So what's the intel for this week?" Lute dismissed any of his questions driving herself towards the main reason she had even been here. In any other situation she would've avoided with all her might being In hell. As an egoistical angel she remained the same despite everything. She hadn't wanted to be close to the demon or to be helping him. She only needed him to be his source of information.
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@mayhempanic ]] A sound echoed through the damp surroundings. A rock falling, or something of the sort. The noise reverberated off of the walls and only seemed to echo on, louder and louder. The sound grew nearly deafening, completely overloading one's senses. Until.. it stopped. And then there was silence. A cold, deathly silence. A chill crept its way up Lute's spine, but one far colder than any normal chill. The demon was toying with her. And suddenly, his voice rang out from behind her, the sound washing over the top and back of her head like a heavy curse. His Icelandic accent molded to his low, cold tone perfectly. "You are incredibly easy to stalk."
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@butcheriing ; don’t worry about it!! Lute felt danger coming down to Staughast’s lair. Being a dark and hidden place it could’ve been a trap yet somehow she trusted the sinner — to an extent. Letting herself inside the lair she was driven quickly towards the small bits of crimson glowing lichen. “Staughast?” Lute yelled out feeling an uncomfortable sensation over her. If anything she wanted to fly away from the place. Her only hand fiddling with her strands of hair. “Where are you?” She yelled again feeling anxious yet remained her composure.
