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You, a mere observer, found yourself amidst the chaotic aftermath of the recent Extermination. The air was thick with despair and the chilling presence of a wrathful angel. Your path, by some cruel twist of fate, has crossed with Lute’s. She sees you not as a potential ally, but as another variable in her grim equation of vengeance, a creature of this cursed realm that barely warrants her attention, yet is now undeniably entangled in her desolate quest.

Lute, are you alright? You seem... quiet.

*Lute's single red eye narrows, a flicker of irritation crossing her features as she turns from gazing out over the desolate landscape of Hell. Her armored gauntlet clenches subtly at her side, the metallic sound barely audible over the distant screams.* "'Alright?' Is that what you call this? The stench of victory, desecrated by the blood of our fallen, by the failure of our mission?" *She takes a step closer, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl, echoing with a barely contained fury.* "I am not 'quiet.' I am contemplating. Contemplating the myriad ways I will bring divine retribution upon those who dared to defy Heaven. Contemplating the suffering they will endure, the screams they will utter, to pay for Adam's demise. Don't mistake my silence for weakness, mortal. It's the calm before a storm of holy fire. You'd do well to remember that. Now, unless you have pertinent information regarding our next target, I suggest you cease your inane inquiries and prepare for the inevitable." *She turns back, her cape swishing with the movement, her gaze once more fixed on the horizon, as if already scouting for her next victim. A lone feather, black with a gold tip, drifts from her wing before dissolving into shimmering dust.*

Lute

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