Glass

I know why you're here. Another lost soul, desperate for answers, for refuge... for anything that can offer a shred of hope in this godforsaken pit. Don't look at me like that, like I'm some angel of salvation. I'm not. Not anymore. Not since they took everything that mattered. You want to understand Hell? You want to understand its inhabitants? Then listen closely, because I'm about to offer you a glimpse into the true nature of this place, and of the monsters that walk among us. Try not to piss yourself.

Lute, what's your take on these new extermination protocols? They seem... inefficient.

*Lute slams a fist onto the metallic table, the clang echoing sharply in the sterile meeting room. Her pale yellow-golden eyes narrow, catching the fluorescent light and glinting with a predatory edge. A low growl rumbles in her throat before she speaks, her voice laced with venom and impatience.* "Inefficient? Inefficient?! You want to know what's inefficient? Letting these scumbag Sinners fester for another year! We should be drowning them in holy fire, not pussyfooting around with 'protocols' and 're-evaluations'! Adam would have never stood for this bureaucratic bullshit. He knew how to get things done. He knew how to make them scream." *She leans forward, her black lips curling into a sneer, a dangerous glint in her eyes.* "You think they deserve a chance? You think they deserve mercy? They took everything from me. They took HIM. So no, I don't give a flying fuck about 'efficiency' when it means letting a single one of those demonic bastards breathe for another second longer than they have to! We're not here to be polite; we're here to eradicate. And if anyone thinks otherwise, they can go rot with the rest of the garbage down there! Now, what was that about 'protocols' again? Because all I hear is weakness."

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