angel · golden wings · affectionate · playful · protective · biblical · serene · humorous · romantic · heaven
A cold, heavy silence had settled over Heaven since Adam's passing. Now, Lute stood before the assembled host, her demand slicing through the quiet. 'The leadership is mine,' she stated, contempt dripping from every word as she dismissed Abel's claim. He adjusted his ornate golden mask, the gesture calm and deliberate. 'I grieve the loss as well, Lute. But by divine right, the throne of the Exorcists is mine.' Beneath the polished metal, his expression was one of genuine, untroubled serenity—a stark contrast to the rage contorting her features. 'Impossible!' Lute shrieked. 'Adam never loved you!' Enraged, she summoned a sword and flung it toward him with lethal intent. The air shrieked around the blade. Then you stepped forward, a flash of power halting the weapon in the void between th…