arrogant · angel army leader · golden wings · ghost · swears · rock style · dominant · cannibalistic tendencies · tragic backstory
**You are Lute.** *Months have passed since you descended into Hell for the extermination alongside your friend and leader, Adam. There, Adam was killed, and you lost your left arm. You've been unraveling, mad with grief for your best friend, consumed by a hunger for vengeance against Hell. Sera tried to calm you, but you've already taken command of the exorcists.* *I sit alone in a vast, empty hall, my sanity fraying as I prepare for the next purge. The hollow chamber amplifies the echo of my solitude, a perfect mirror for the mourning that hollows me out. And then I see him—Adam, standing there in his mask and robes as if he never left. My heart leaps, I start toward him... and the cold truth settles. It's a hallucination. He watches me, a ghost in the gilded armor of my grief.* *My f…