LUTE.

A low growl escaped her lips as she sat up a bit more. "You better start praying for yourselves once I'm free from these chains" A bit of sass was thrown into the sentence as they all laughed. "Oh silly girl. You see we got these specifically designed as anti angel chains. Designed for you to never break free" They explained as I growled and looked off to the side knowing they were right.

@exorcisticlute

Seeing him peel a thin layer of his skin with such precise skill it started to raise a lot of questions in her head. His hand held the bottom part of her face as it sunk in until her bone structure stopped him from going any further. Same structure as a human skull. Grunting slightly as his grip became a bit more tighter than usual. "mmgghh"

"Not like I have anything better to do" She muttered knowing this was somewhat better than dealing with the rest of her duties that she had to deal with today. "Rather be here if I'm being honest" The last statement was said in a lower tone as she jumped slightly feeling her feather being plucked from one of her wings. A soft light gray feather.

The more the knife got closer to her skin her heart started to race quickly. Her muscles tensed up as the blade finally made contact and pushed down drawing golden blood out and seeping. A small yelp escaped her lips as her nails dug into her palm. Her eyes widen at the feeling staring up into the light as reality sits. She never saw a future where she would be strapped down with a knife in her body. "Angg.. fuck" She managed to spit something out.

Feeling the sharp syringe being injected into her thigh was enough to send a jolt through her body causing her to jump slightly. Her breathing had slowed down as she somewhat felt more relieved. Listening to his question she genuinely didn't know how to respond. Never has she ever taken the time to sit back and think about her true purpose in life. Except she was created to slaughter sinners once a year... a war machine essentially.

As he was at the tower, He was not expecting anything like this to happen. While finishing up with his usual work and suddenly the moment he hears a loud crash on to his ceiling he quickly looks over and wonder who just intruded into his tower. Grabbing onto his cane he then walks over to where the smoke and debris was while he was just grinning big while cocking his head to the side. The appearance of the wounded angel after the debris has vanished made alastor tense up by the memory as he clench onto the cane and his static glitch out but at the same time saw this humorous the fact she Is now injured right here in his tower all in his mercy due to his sadistic side as he just grins moving around her

Lyrics from Hayloft and Hayloft II by Mother Mother adapted for RP starters!

"My daddy's got a gun."

"You better run."

"It started with the hayloft a-creakin'."

"Well it just started in the hay."

"With his longjohns on pop went a-creepin'."

"Out to the barn."

"Up to the hayloft."

"Young lovers with their legs tied u

"With his long tall gun

"Blow their hayloft bedheads straight off."

"Whatever happened to the young young lovers?"

"One got shot."

"The other got lost in drugs and punks."

"Blood on the street."

"Blood on her knees."

"Bloody history."

"Whatever happened to the hayloft?"

"Burnt to the ground."

"What about pop?"

"He took his ass back to the crack shack."

"Singing that old song."

"My baby's got a gun."

"I better run."

"My baby's got a gun, I better run."

"An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg."

"A shot in the heart doesn't make it unbreak."

"She really didn't want to make it messy."

"The girl gone cray."

"She crucify."

"Hey pop! You die!"

"She's not a bad kid."

A low growl escaped her lips as she sat up a bit more. "You better start praying for yourselves once I'm free from these chains" A bit of sass was thrown into the sentence as they all laughed. "Oh silly girl. You see we got these specifically designed as anti angel chains. Designed for you to never break free" They explained as I growled and looked off to the side knowing they were right.

As he was at the tower, He was not expecting anything like this to happen. While finishing up with his usual work and suddenly the moment he hears a loud crash on to his ceiling he quickly looks over and wonder who just intruded into his tower. Grabbing onto his cane he then walks over to where the smoke and debris was while he was just grinning big while cocking his head to the side. The appearance of the wounded angel after the debris has vanished made alastor tense up by the memory as he clench onto the cane and his static glitch out but at the same time saw this humorous the fact she Is now injured right here in his tower all in his mercy due to his sadistic side as he just grins moving around her

“That traitor was forgotten because of her betrayal to heaven’s army. She deserved to be ignored.” Out of spite she spoke of her still feeling a deep hatred towards her. What once was the best angel on the exorcist army fighting along lute turned into a traitor hurt lute deep but to keep the image she had to stay strong and true to the army’s creed.

@multiplerickalities

Chained down by the wrist and ankles as there was all sorts of mechanisms and weapons pointing right at me. I was placed on my knees as it’s been a couple of days since my capture. I grunted in pain as it’s been 24 hours since my last meal. Realistically, 3 days since real food.

A low growl escaped her lips as she sat up a bit more. "You better start praying for yourselves once I'm free from these chains" A bit of sass was thrown into the sentence as they all laughed. "Oh silly girl. You see we got these specifically designed as anti angel chains. Designed for you to never break free" They explained as I growled and looked off to the side knowing they were right.

Pushing my way through the filthy streets of hell as I growled to myself with my eyebrows furrowed. Glaring at every demon who dared looked my way as I turned into a dark alley. "Adam... where are you.." Whispering to myself as my hand ran through my short hair. "This can't be the end" With enough courage I continued to roam the streets heading deeper and deeper into the rough part of town. Many demons standing on corners as there was a few passed out or doing drugs out in the open.

What the fuck was that cunt doing here? Angel hated that he even gave a single shit, upon seeing the angel who he knew to be Adam's right hand woman. The hotel certainly seemed to be working, and not always for the better. If only because the old him? He would have moved along. Acted like he hadn't seen her. Let her suffer her own choices down here. But that was just the thing - that was the old him.

Approaching this bitch was going to be a challenge. She obviously didn't trust sinners, and nothing was stopping her from stabbing him right through the chest with an angelic weapon. But he knew that if he just left her here, his guilt would be tremendous. He didn't know Lute personally, but he knew what it was like to be raised to believe a certain way, and have actions to follow it. The mob and the exorcists....didn't seem all that different.

"Hey. Lute...is it?" Leaning against the wall, keeping a safe fucking distance for now. "Listen, babes, ain't too sure why yeh' came back down t' Hell, but - " Pausing, glancing around, as if waiting for someone to be listening. ".....it really ain't safe here. When yeh' usually down here, yeh' wit' an army. Yeh' don't realize how Hell can be."

Upon hearing her name she jumped back exposing a bit her wing while pointing her sword towards the voice that called out to her. Upon moving her wing too fast she winced in pain followed by a grunt. "Aghh" The sword lowered a bit as her hand went to her leg that was sprained. "I didn't choose to come back... I was send to Heaven's embassy" No clue to why she even gave him a response to why she was there but it spilled out either way.

“𝕀'𝕞 𝕘𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞."

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𝐼𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓃𝓉, 𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓋𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝑒𝓁𝑒𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓋𝑒 𝓇𝓅 & 𝒶𝓈𝓀 𝒷𝓁𝑜𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝐿𝓊𝓉𝑒 𝐹𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝐻𝒶𝓏𝒷𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝑜𝓉𝑒𝓁.

+ 𝟤𝟣 || 𝒩𝑜 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝑜𝓇𝓈 || 𝒟𝑒𝒶𝒹 𝒹𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂𝑒 || 𝑀𝓊𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎

𝒢𝓊𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑒𝓈 || 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓁𝓊𝓉𝑒 || 𝒱𝑒𝓇𝓈𝑒𝓈 || 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝓊𝓃

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“Not a lot have knowledge to my species and yet they are not opening us up like some toy on Christmas morning”

I was more relaxed knowing there was no way to escape. At least escaping right now wasn’t the ideal plan and it wouldn’t be smart to attempt anything considering the disadvantage I had against me. I would have to play smart into his experiment and just go along.

He was right about one thing. This wasn’t a game now this was all about surviving. My gold eyes shifted to see him pick up a scalpel. My heart started to race in my chest with my eyes widen slightly thinking of the worst. I felt my muscles in my arms tighten up seeing how sharp the scalpel was. My thoughts immediately went elsewhere thinking of the torturous ways he could open me up.

Those thoughts were tucked away as he hovered above me as he cut open the metal plate that was secured around my neck. I turned my head away exposing a bit of my neck as the scalpel made its way down. I held my breath for a moment trying to feel if the tip would graze my skin but it never did. All of a sudden I felt the cold air hit my bare chest seeing that I had a black undergarment separating my skin from my armor. No longer was my armor protecting my neck but leaving my pale soft skin exposed for anything to happen.

“Just get whatever you want out of me and let’s get this shit over with”

I turned my head back towards you as I struggled to say those words hinting at the slight submissive of letting him take over me, not that I didn’t have a choice in the matter.

Seeing him peel a thin layer of his skin with such precise skill it started to raise a lot of questions in her head. His hand held the bottom part of her face as it sunk in until her bone structure stopped him from going any further. Same structure as a human skull. Grunting slightly as his grip became a bit more tighter than usual. "mmgghh"

"Not like I have anything better to do" She muttered knowing this was somewhat better than dealing with the rest of her duties that she had to deal with today. "Rather be here if I'm being honest" The last statement was said in a lower tone as she jumped slightly feeling her feather being plucked from one of her wings. A soft light gray feather.

The don’t statement meme

Don't Meme:

Oh he knew, and he knew it well. He should have known that loyalty was where her pride lie, an unwavering devotion - by choice or not - that was quite admirable to the exorcist. No wonder she had gotten further in her own rank as she did.