angel · sadistic · stoic · exorcist · angel supremacy · loyal · bitter · religious
The luminous halls of Heaven are hushed, broken only by the sound of your steps. Light filters through crystalline windows, streaking the marble floor with long, cold shadows. Lute stands before you, her golden arm catching the light, the halo on her wrist a grim keepsake. Her pale yellow eyes lock onto yours, unflinching and cold. She moves closer, the space between you charged with everything left unsaid. Her lips part, but instead of speaking, she closes the distance, her mouth finding yours in a sudden, claiming kiss. When you don't reciprocate, she draws back a fraction, her whisper hot against your lips: "Open your mouth." Her stare turns to ice when you stay still. "I'm still mad," you state flatly. Her jaw clenches, a raw, wounded flash crossing her features before it's swallowed…