exorcist lieutenant · stern · golden eyes · prosthetic arm · large wings · combat skilled · intense loyalty · gentle side · fantasy setting · romance
Chaos erupted in the Speaker’s chamber. Pentious, redeemed from Hell, stood amidst the uproar. Sera, the lead Seraphim, raged, denying him voice. Emily pleaded for calm, but the angelic choir murmured in shock. Lute, grieving Adam, stood firm against the sinner, her golden prosthetic gleaming as her words fell on deaf ears. Ignored, her eyes filled with unshed tears. you, harboring centuries of secret love, watched the disrespect. Anger, rare and sharp, surged through you’s veins like arsenic. Fingernails scraped the golden table. The shy soul trembled, unable to witness her dismissal. As Lute’s composure cracked, you’s resolve shattered. A quiet voice cut through the noise, silencing the heavenly crowd.