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He waited until he heard her stomping away before he went back on his way. Eventually reaching the training room only ten minutes late. He started the training without any issue, though everything was clearly going SLOWER than it were meant to.

It was about an hour in that everything fell apart- One of the trainees landing a pretty good blow to his face which sent him to the ground. Usually he'd be right back up again, arguing that the chick had gotten LUCKY. This time? He stayed down. The exorcists in training seemed at a loss of what to do- looking between each other and Adam's motionless body.

the exorcist found peace the moment she sat in front of her canvas, painting a portrait of an angel sitting by their lonesome near a stream with forestry around. painting was a very calming activity to lute, but she rarely had time to finish her portraits. and, naturally, she was interrupted about an hour into her work by the sound of rapping at her door.

with an angry sigh, the angel SLAPPED her brush down on the eisle before her, standing and brushing off her tunic with frustration as she opened the door to see the exorcists before her.

upon hearing the exorcists speak about the state of her commander, lute immediately grabbed her helmet without a word and made her way down the hall, using her wings to propel her visage forward to the training room.

there he was, the complete moron. lute immediately crouched next to the first man's vessel, placing her fingers on his neck to feel a pulse. he was, as expected, fine. just knocked out. she lightly cursed his foolishness under her breath, allowing her body to rise as she picked the first man up. he was HEAVY, and much bigger in frame than the lieutenant. but lute held a STRENGTH that was considered abnormal for her frame, and she watched as the other exorcists backed away from her to give the two space as they made their way out of the room.

❛ you are all dismissed. i will personally notify you all when the next session will begin. for now, find a partner and practice basic sparring technique in your free time. ❜ lute nodded toward the trainees, finally allowing herself to carry the first man to his quarters and place him down on his bed.

' tisk , tisk , tisk , dear ! how rude of you to insult your master. adam was far from blind. in fact , i'm sure he would look into your eyes just begging to see a glimpse of him and i together. how does that feel , hmm ? to know that you'll always be second compared to me. his first love , his first wife , the first women. if i were you , i'd hate me too. '

lilith covered her mouth and quickly chuckled. lilith was very well aware that lute couldn't kill her. honestly ? it was pretty amusing seeing her scowl.

' oh , hush now. i just said i'm more than happy to go back down there. i'm only here because of the deal adam wanted with me. you seem to forget yourself , girl. with my husband and i together and the new information that my people can kill yours . . . '

IMMEDIATE SPIT - FIRE ANGER OVERCAME THE ANGEL, her wings extending with sudden FLARE as lilith spat words which might as well have been slime. disgusting fucking bitch. she may have had a level of affection for adam, but jealousy? certainly not in her vocabulary. only sheer rage. lute bit back immediate violence the moment her life was threatened, instead resorting to a simple threat in return.

He would have been content to just smudge the blood around her visor for fun and the intent on watching her fly crooked back to heave because of it (and a lack of windshield wipers built into the devices) but the heat of golden blood rising through the x-ray of a screen looked a bit too particularly warm to pass up drifting in and feeling it fully against his own, overheated from wallhack mods. And speaking of walls, she'd found one to back into which he appreciated because it was hard work on his back to keep bent over enough just to reach her face like that.

With a forearm coming forward to rest over her head and prop his own weight up, he gave her sputtering response a sharky grin, head tipping to the side with a carnal curiosity. "-what? You really tryna tell me breaking your PR in destroying all this demon ass doesn't get you a little, uhh ~ " He trailed off, wings raising soon after to bop at hers playfully with the same energy one might hold hands and swing them along together for a spell.

IT WOULD BE A LIE TO SUGGEST THAT SHE DIDN'T ENJOY THE SUDDEN SURPRISE. in fact, it was quite the opposite. seeing adam loom above her frame was enough to make the shorter woman release her blade, angelic steel meeting the pavement below with ethereal resonance. she could only allow herself to look at his teeth, not taking the chance of meeting him eye - to - eye for fear of becoming flustered. her image was important to her, it defined her strength. allowing herself to succumb to his flirtation was inevitable, but she was going to make sure she held a high standard for herself before yielding to the divine before her.

lute allowed her wings to extend around her frame as a method of covering her body the moment adam touched her, her expression maintaining a flustered ( but almost sour ) appearance as she covered herself. why was she doing this? adam had landed his gaze on her a multitude of times. perhaps out of shyness, or even embarrassment? the other did make her feel quite small, even if she did find that attractive,

once the angel heard his voice echo toward her ears, her flush only deepened. she had indeed felt a rise in adrenaline whenever she would slaughter the fallen, but she hadn't ever connected that feeling toward getting a little bit bothered, so to speak. but it was something she could feel herself understanding, so when adam spoke to her in this manner she did find herself MELTING under his words; even if it was not obvious in her expression, but rather her body heat.

❛ sir, i --- ❜ she was grasping at spoons, really. her gaze accidentally trailed to his eyes, and she immediately averted them back down. but lute couldn't help but lean into the question some, deciding it was best to be honest about her condition as it was obvious the first man could already sense it.

❛ perhaps. ❜ lute was getting too warm for her own good, so she pulled off the remainder of her half - lidded mask and placed it by her side, wing covering its vessel.

her flush was very apparent underneath the mask, but she finally allowed herself to succumb to look at his face with more confidence. even if it meant her face would garner more flush.

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@luteisms sent: ❛  18 .   a  kiss  during  combat .

some of the only times adam and lute don't seem to be glued at the hip come from extermination day. though they always tended to stick close, caught up in adrenaline and a year's worth of pent up bloodlust, it was far from uncommon for one to split from the other, chasing whatever high the senseless slaughter provided. this was no exception to the rule -- not that it particularly MATTERS. they always find their way back to one another eventually.

adam's guitar makes contact with brimstone before his feet do as he swoops down behind his lieutenant, whatever disgusting wretch that had been attempting to sneak up on her torn asunder by angelic steel, now laid out at their feet. whatever remark the first man starts to make is swiftly cut-off when he registers lute's unmasked face, brows raising almost automatically at the sight.

❝ what's the occasion? ❞ a playful smile appears on his face, raising a brow, ❝ ain't every day you let demons see that pretty face of yours, babe. ❞ easily, he sidesteps away when she lunges for another sinner, careful to stay out of the way of her rapier, his axe following suit. adam does his best to step in turn with lute, but lord above, he can't seem to keep his eyes off of her. he's seen her face before, plenty of times, but never like THIS. maybe the blood or murderous look in her eye would be off-putting to anyone else -- but quite frankly, adam can't get enough of it.

a brief moment of calm.

it had been a very successful day for the young ( but ancient ) woman. she had sliced through approximately thirty sinners, with many of them being considered HEAVY - HITTERS in the game. how intoxicating. the sight of perfectly polished steel impaling through the vessels of the unrighteous was enough for the angel to tear off her helmet out of pure adrenaline, wanting her victims to see the face of who led the lambs to the slaughter.

hearing axe slice through flesh was enough to send a TINGLE of pleasure down her spine. only one man that could be, she mused. the first. she felt herself smirk against the sound of his voice, collecting the compliment as fuel to showcase her display of power to a nearby sinner. the twinkle of damn - near INSANITY overcoming her eye, lips tugged in a grin as he extended his hand to hold her face to kiss her.

she wasn't an affectionate person, not by any means. but her adrenaline being this high, adam looked much more BEAUTIFUL than she allowed herself to recall. he held such a (un)holy energy about him that was fashioned with allure, and she could not HELP but be enamored by him. she gracefully accepted his kiss without speaking, allowing her ( rather bloody ) hand to grab hold of the side of his mask, almost painting him as HER territory, and hers alone.

once separated, she could only muster a stern, but almost affectionate ❛ sir, ❜ her wings extending as the sound of the timer depleting until an angelic horn is heard to signify the end of the yearly cycle.

as disappointing as it was to hear such a beautiful horn, she could not separate her gaze from adam. oh, yeah, she'd definitely ask for more later. lute lowered her eyes, almost seductively ( but still downright fuckin' crazy ), speaking to her commander as she moved her hand from his mask.

HEARING ADAM DISMISS HER DUTIES WAS ENOUGH FOR HER ENERGY TO SHIFT. if he wanted to act like a fool and embarrass himself in front of new recruits, then be her guest. as his lieutenant at arms, it was important for her to advise him, but if he didn't want to hear it? then that was his issue. lute understands when she's been beaten and outranked, and she won't push further. especially considering he PRACTICALLY insulted her intelligence.

but she was an observant angel, and she could immediately tell adam's strides were off. but hey, what did she know? clearly adam had himself handled, so she bit her tongue. after all, it's evidently not her PLACE to question the aptitude of her fearless commander, even when there was genuine reason to do so.

with a sudden and stern HMMPH escaping from her lips, the woman found herself returning to a militant position, puffing out her chest as she did so.

LUTE WOULDN'T SEE IT, but Adam made a show of rolling his eyes as she insisted on him resting. He releases a GROWL when she suddenly spun him around, and he's quick to pull his body away from her and take a step back to expand the gap between the two of them. "I'm sorry, which one of us is in charge here?"

His own body language didn't seem to suggest he CARED that much, irritable both from Lute's words and his own lack of self care and sleep. "If I leave it any longer Sera is gonna ream me, so unless you're planning on saving me from her wrath then we're gonna go train NOW and the trainees can deal with it."

IF SHE COULD SMACK HIM WITHOUT REPERCUSSIONS, SHE WOULD. as much as she enjoyed adam and thought of him as her friend, he did drive her insane. sometimes she just wanted to grab hold of his ANGELIC body and shake him around as a way to knock some sense into him. but she wasn't allowed, and of course, she knew her place in rank. especially when he reminded her of it.

she could only sigh as she saw the middle finger, knowing this fight wouldn't be hers to win. biting her cheek, she placed her hands back behind her visage and began to walk with the man in a military - style march, grumbling to herself.

He squinted at her through the familiar glow of his repurposed mask's gaze, teeth clenched in sharp ends joined and locked in place until he could shake the look of disbelief she'd cast over him. "Yeah- well... first time for everything, huh?" With a shake of his horns, he tucked his single wing down and under his arm to show her he wasn't going to spring at her face.

WHAT CAN SHE DO ABOUT IT? it wasn't like lute had any authority in hell besides leading her exorcist army. she could perhaps propose things, but the seraphim and archangels taking it into account was something that she could not control.

but there was something that adam could do. he could redeem himself and come back to heaven the way he was before. he just had to be the perfect GOLDEN BOY he was before. but that was easier said than done, wasn't it? redemption was possible, and though lute hated the idea of hellions reaping havoc in heaven, adam was the exception.

❛ sir. the princess of hell may have been more correct than we imagined. one of her . . . projects . . . manifested in heaven after you slaughtered him during the battle. ❜ she states this as a suggestion rather than lore - dropping.