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Staring at the Sun / Adam x Lute Chapter 4

Summary: After the battle, Lute attempts to flee with Adam. They find themselves unable to return to Heaven and must adjust to life in Hell.

AN: Welcome to chapter 4! Hope y'all enjoy! I've loved and appreciated each and every comment/reblog/like! Thank you all so much!

Warnings: Violence, gore, 18+ eventually, Adam-typical misogyny eventually

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

It took a few more days of rest before Adam could even get out of bed without worry of his intestines falling out of his body. Lute sat by as an ever-loyal bodyguard, even when Adam told her she should go rest.

Even when she did find herself dozing, she typically was awakened by a shooting pain up her non-existent left arm. Phantom pains, she had learned, forever reminded her of what she had lost.

The last few days of Adam being awake had been some of the best days Lute could recall, ironically enough. Most of the days had been spent entertaining Adam as he whined about his incapacitated state. Charlie had brought them a deck of cards and Adam had taught Lute how to play Gin Rummy.

Besides Charlie and Vaggie, the only other hotel occupant the pair had come in contact with those few days was a one-eyed black and white cat. Lute had been resistant at first to let it stay in the room (even less so when Adam had remarked that the cat reminded him of her) but eventually, Lute lost the battle.

The cat, which they later learned was named Keekee, had a habit of snuggling up against Adam in a way that almost made Lute jealous. Lute, jealous of a cat? The cat would give loud purrs and bump her head against Adam’s side until he gave her pets and chin scratches.

As long as Lute could remember, Adam had always had a certain softness for animals; this one-eyed freaky animal was no different.

The pair also spent their days planning how to return to heaven. The embassy would be their first in an attempt to get Heaven’s attention. There was a good chance no one knew they had survived the battle and fall. Adam was more optimistic than Lute; he hadn’t seen the portal to Heaven close in an almost deliberate manner the way she had. She wouldn’t tell him that, though, and ruin his hopeful plans.

Lute had not yet gotten a feel for their status in the hote (prisoners? Begrudging guests?)l. Charlie treated them as though they were transient guests, only around for a vacation. Vaggie was…well, Vaggie. And the shadow creature that had engulfed Lute on that first day hadn’t made an appearance again. However, Lute doubted they would just be allowed to walk out of the hotel without running into any issues.

Her thoughts were distracted as Adam pulled himself to the edge of the bed, gripping his abdomen tightly.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Getting out of this fucking bed and trying to stop being a fucking invalid.” He answered, groaning in pain. Bandages were still wrapped around his chest and abdomen, hiding most of his torso from view, but Lute could still glimpse the trail of dark hair that made a trail down into his sweatpants.

Adam wasn’t necessarily the most fit in heaven, his stomach soft and his muscles hidden. But Lute knew him to be much stronger than he looked, and there were many a day he spent training with the Exorcists. However, she also knew she could beat him in training any day of the week.

At least she could before she had lost her arm.

“Can you hand me a shirt?” He asked, his breathing slow and controlled in an attempt to reign in his pain. Lute walked over to the dresser that Charlie had stocked full of clothes, the shirts picked for Adam being band tees. Lute picked up the top one ( Vacay to Bonetown by Versosika Mayday) and gave it to Adam. He grabbed the shirt and pulled it on slowly, grunting as he did so.

Adam looked down at the band tee on his body and smirked. “Nice.”

Lute rolled her eyes and moved to help him stand by throwing one of his arms over her good shoulder. He must have been in a lot of pain because he did not put up a fight. She could feel the shirt she was wearing begin to ride up. As expected, she and Vaggie wore similar sizes and so she had been given some of Vaggie’s clothes since her own were covered in blood. Of course, everything Vaggie owned only covered up a fraction of her skin, leaving Lute feeling very exposed.

“Oh my Satan, Adam you’re up and moving!” Exclaimed Princess of Hell herself, standing in the doorway. She clapped her hand, a dumb excited look on her face. Vaggie was not with her. Surprise. “You guys are just in time for our activity today!”

Adam eyed her warily, his face looking paler than it had been before standing. Lute felt him sway against her unsteadily so she pushed more of her body weight into his side. “You know we’re not fucking guests here, right babe?”

Charlie continued to grin. “Well I mean you’re staying here and eating our food and using our stuff, totally cool with me by the way, and sometimes a spade is just a spade.”

She crossed the room and mirrored Lute, putting an arm under Adam to give him more support to stand. “And I think an activity would be perfect than just spending your day in this boring old room.”

That was how Lute and Adam found themselves in the hotel lobby, eyeing the other occupants from the other side of the couch. The only occupants who seemed comfortable crossing the unspoken line between the groups were Charlie (as expected) and Keekee, who rubbed her body against Adam’s leg.

Charlie glanced around the room, a trying smile on her face as she sensed the hatred of all parties involved. “How about we go around the room and introduce each other before our activity? Ooh and a fun fact! I’ll go first!”

Charlie cleared her throat and clapped. “My Name is Charlie and my favorite color is red!”

She looked over at Vaggie, who stood beside her and grabbed her hand. She loudly whispered, “Your turn.”

Vaggie gave her a soft smile. “My name is Vaggie and I like 80s rock.”

It was silent for only a few seconds before Adam chose to speak. “My name is Adam and I think this is fucking stupid.”

Lute looked over at Adam, and she saw him immediately put on his mask of bravado and masculinity that he typically chose to wear in Heaven. Vaggie bristled. “Hey Asshole—”

The spider demon raised up the top set of his hands and stood from the couch. His chest was pushed out and the second set of his arms were on either side of his hips. “No no, my turn. My name is Angel Dust and we all hoped you fucking died.”

Lute immediately bristled and pulled out the concealed fork she had hidden for the first sign of trouble. She jumped from the couch, fork pointed directly at the spider demon. Angel Dust looked down at the weapon and smirked. “What are you going to do, fork me to death?”

“It’s more than you deserve, Porn Demon.”

“Porn Demon? Is that what they’re calling me in heaven? Like a fucking overlord, I’ll take it” Angel Dust replied, laughing at the title. He winked at Lute, who sneered in response. Charlie jumped between Lute and Angel Dust, her hand placed on Angel’s chest.

“Why don’t we try and be civil and finish introductions?”

“Hard to be civil with fuckers who tried to exterminate us,” The cat demon whispered, taking a sip of the liquor bottle he held.

“Husk, not helping!” Vaggie exclaimed. “Lute, put the fucking fork down.”

Lute narrowed her eyes at the fallen angel. “Fucking make me, bitch.”

Vaggie came closer, her eyes trained on the fork. Before she could respond, however, shadow tendrils popped up from seemingly nowhere and wrapped around Lute’s wrist, releasing the fork from her grasp. That same heat-sucking feeling came over her, and Lute was taken back to the experience that first day in which was gasping for breath as though she were drowning in the shadows.

“Now, now, let’s all play nice.” The Radio Demon said, revealing himself from a shadowy area of the hotel. His static voice was unnerving, and Lute could feel the shadows tightening around her legs as well, leaving her immobilized. Even the other hotel guests shivered at the chill in the air courtesy of the Radio Demon.

“Let her fucking go!” Adam exclaimed, leaping from the couch despite his wounds. He extended his wings, something he hadn’t done since being injured, and furled them around himself and Lute. The shadow creatures seemed to recoil from the wings as they quickly released their grip upon her. Lute found her back to Adam’s chest, as his wings held her close to him.

The Radio Demon’s eyes narrowed, though the smile never left his features. The other hotel occupants, in Adam’s show of strength, had jumped back from the pair, lest they be hit with a wing.

“Alastor, Adam! Stand down,” Charlie exclaimed, her voice lower and more threatening than Lute had ever heard. Her patience seemed to be hanging by a thread and her eyes had taken on a reddish hue, similar to how they looked the day of the extermination. Adam refused to back down and continued to stare down the Radio Demon. Lute looked up at him to see his golden shining with fire.

Lute was so close to him that she could feel his heart beat quickly in his chest. She felt the rise and fall of his diaphragm. And she could also feel something wet seeping from his abdomen. Fucking dumbass had opened his stitches again.

“Alastor,” Charlie warned once more. He looked at her and sighed before calling back his shadows. The warmth returned to the room and a collective sigh of relief was taken. Adam still had yet to unfurl his wings.

“Adam?” Charlie asked, her tone softer than the one she had used with the Radio Demon. He looked down at Lute as if asking for permission. She stared back before nodding. Adam unfurled his wings and let them once again hang behind his back. Lute touched his shirt, the word Bonetown covered in golden blood.

He looked down at her fingers on his abdomen. “Shit.”

“Hm, looks like you’ve made a mess. I’m sure Niffty would love to help out.” Alastor as he picked at his fingernails, his smile never leaving his face. As if being summoned, a small one-eyed demon appeared in a red dress.

“A mess?” She exclaimed, running towards Adam at lightning speed. He let out a rather shrill scream and it was by sheer luck that Lute was able to catch the little creature before it made contact with Adam.

“Keep that little monster away from me!” He yelled. The demon, Niffty, had been the one to deliver the stabs to Adam that almost left him dead. Lute heard two demons laugh (Angel Dust and Husk?) at the sight. Adam jumped back up on the couch, further causing his stitches to pop, leading to more golden blood soaking into his shirt. Niffty struggled in Lute’s grasp, who held her at arm's length, as she tried to escape to get closer to Adam.

“THE MESS!” Niffty screamed, clawing against Lute’s grip. Alastor stood back and took in the chaos. Charlie frantically looked around the room as her group activity descended into madness.

“Alastor are you fucking kidding me,” Vaggie exclaimed, finger pointed at the Radio Demon. Angel Dust and Husk continued to laugh. Tears were streaming down from Angel’s face, which he wiped away with his second pair of hands.

“What? There was a mess and I told our dearest maid about it.” Alastor shrugged.

“Scared of a harmless little thing like Niffty,” Angel laughed, walking towards Lute and Niffty. He grabbed the struggling Niffty from Lute’s grasp.

“That’s it!” A low voice exclaimed. The lights flickered and the room temperature dropped 10 degrees. All occupants looked at the source of the voice and found it to be Charlie, her eyes red with rage and horns having grown out of her head. “Angel, Niffty go to the bar, the garden, or wherever! Just go! You’re not helping the situation. And Alastor, I don’t care where you go, just stay away from Adam.”

“And Lute, take Adam upstairs and fix his stitches! I will not have Heaven come down on us again because we let him get an infection. Husk, fix me a drink. Please.” Charlie continued, the voice becoming closer to her normal tone on the ‘please’. The occupants in the room looked at her in disbelief aside from Alastor, who could do nothing but laugh maniacally.

“Our dearest Charlie, growing a backbone,” The Radio Demon laughed before disappearing into a swirl of shadows.

“Uh, come on Niff, let’s go see if we can find some bugs for you to kill in the garden,” Angel said sheepishly, still holding the one-eyed demon in his hands. Niffty nodded her head enthusiastically.

“Roaches,” She exclaimed as the pair left the room.

Husk moved to the bar and began fixing Charlie what appeared to be a very strong drink. Vaggie seemed to be going over breathing exercises with Charlie to further make sense of the situation. Sensing the need for a hasty departure, Lute turned to Adam and held out her hand.

“Let’s get you patched up,” She said, giving him a sharp look that indicated “no arguing”. Still shaken by the one-eyed demon that had almost caused his demise, Adam nodded.

“Uh yeah, fuck that fucking hurts.” He said, taking her hand and stepping down from the couch. The pair walked slowly back to their room (their room, since when had it been “their” room?), Adam put more weight upon Lute with each step. Once they made it back to the room, Adam collapsed into the chair beside the bed and let out a long sigh. The bleeding from his abdomen seemed to have stopped but she would still need to recheck his stitches.

“Shirt off,” Lute said, grabbing at the first-aid kit that Charlie had left for them to change bandages.

Adam wolf-whistled, though it was half-hearted as he hissed in pain at the effort. “If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask nicely.”

Lute rolled her eyes and grabbed the alcohol, gauze, and suture kit. Adam slowly removed his shirt, revealing the soaked-through bandages on his skin. His forehead glistened with sweat and his breathing was going at a much quicker pace than she would have liked. Lute frowned and began to remove his bandages.

“Sit up,” She said, looking over the damage. Adam looked at her with an odd look in his eye before smirking. “Yes, ma’am.”

She rolled her eyes once again and began to slowly remove the blood-soaked bandages. Once they were removed, she was able to get a good look at his chest. While much of the tissue had begun to scar over, some of the deeper wounds still looked as though they had a good ways to go and wept golden blood and serous fluid.

Lute handed Adam the gauze to hold in his hand. She grabbed the bottle of alcohol and opened it with her teeth. She was adapting to life with only one arm, as slow as it might be. She poured the alcohol on the gauze Adam held, grabbed it from him, and began to pat his chest to sterilize the area.

“Fucking cunt,” Adam hissed, his body braced in pain.

“It will be worse before it gets better,” Lute said, putting down the gauze and picking up the needle and thread. “It’s not terrible, most of the deep stuff seems to have closed.”

Lute examined the wound further and decided on a subcuticular stitch. Like she had said, most of the deeper layers seemed to have closed leaving only the dermis and epidermis to be closed. A subcuticular stitch was typically more aesthetic and would scar less. It also was easier for her to do one-handed, as she didn’t have to worry about the constant restarting that an interrupted stitch would require. A subcuticular was a favorite of some of the more appearance-conscious exorcists.

“Hold still,” She said, beginning to place her stitch. Only one of the gashes, the biggest one, had reopened, so she only had to worry about one.

“Fuck,” Adam replied, gripping the sides of the chair with pale knuckles. He bit his lip to hold back a scream.

“Fucking shit Lute, how do you know how to do this,” Adam asked, trying to focus on anything but the fact that Lute was actively sticking a needle into his skin. Lute laughed, continuing her stitch.

“Training. It doesn’t happen often and not whenever you were there, but sometimes someone would get a lac that didn’t automatically heal with heaven’s magic. Sutures just expedited the process.”

“Fuck, you guys were going that hard at training?” Adam breathed out. “ How in the shit balls did I miss that?”

Lute shrugged. “Easy to hide when we didn’t want you to find out how weak we were. A lot of the girls just wouldn’t make a fuss until after training when you had left.”

“Hm,” Was Adam’s reply. He appeared to be in deep thought. He had held that expression more often recently, ever since they had been stranded in Hell.

“Done,” Lute said, finishing off the stitch by throwing a few one-handed ties to keep it in place. Adam looked down.

“Fucking shit, that looks great!” He exclaimed, running a soft hand over the scar. While it still bore the prior stitch scars, Lute had stitched and pulled the laceration together in a way so that the pieces of skin came together smoothly with no visible scar lines aside from the knot.

Lute only smiled and sat on the bed so that she looked at Adam head-on. “What’s our plan, Sir?”

“Don’t fucking ‘Sir’ me Lute, we’re past that.”

“Alright, what’s our plan then, Adam?”

Adam nodded and thought for a few seconds. “I think I need a week or two. I hate to fucking say it but there’s no way either of us is going to make it to the Embassy right now. “

“I could fly,” Lute offered. Adam shook his head.

“And risk someone finding out there are two angels still roaming around? Absolutely not. We need to be smart about this.”

Lute nodded. Adam ran a hand through his hair. “I think we should lay low. Do whatever fucking Hell Princess wants. Play nice. Get on her good side. And then maybe she can make getting to the Embassy easy for us.”

Lute frowned. “And you think Hell Princess is just going to let us leave and waltz our way to the Embassy?”

“No, not without good reason. But she still believes in her stupid ass redemption plan. And what better way to kickstart that plan than to get back on Heaven’s good side by helping save two angels?’

“I mean, it could work,” Lute said, unsure of the plan. But, she trusted Adam. And she would follow whatever plan or scheme he came up with. She would follow him to the end if he asked it of her. She almost had.

“Trust me, Danger tits,” Adam said, holding a fist out at her. Lute looked at it before sighing and returning his fist bump.

“Fuck yeah, that’s what I’m talking about!” He exclaimed. Lute rolled her eyes once more.

“Get back to bed. If you pop those stitches, I’m leaving you to bleed out and rot.”

Adam sent her a mischievous look. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, I hear you loud and clear.”

Adam returned to bed and was immediately taken by a nap, the events of the day finally catching up with him. Lute stayed awake, however, as she always did. They were so close. So close to returning to Heaven that she could almost taste it.

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Staring at the Sun / Adam x Lute Chapter 3

Summary: After the battle, Lute attempts to flee with Adam. They find themselves unable to return to Heaven and must adjust to life in Hell.

AN: Welcome to chapter 3! Def one of my favorite chapters so far. I loved writing the dialogue for this! I hope you all enjoy!

Warnings: Violence, gore, 18+ eventually, Adam-typical misogyny eventually

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Hell Princess allowed Lute to stay with Adam for the following days (though Lute did not give her much of a choice). She sat vigil by his bed in a chair that the Princess had given her so that she would no longer have to sit on the floor. The Princess had even had a cot moved into the corner of the room so Lute could get some sleep.

Sleep very rarely came for Lute, though.

Exhaustion did not exist in heaven. Winners slept mostly due to the routine and comfort sleeping gave them from their previous lives. Heavenborn slept less frequently as it was not necessarily needed, but it did offer a boost in power. Lute would always sleep for days post-extermination.

But now? This overwhelming exhaustion was unlike anything she had experienced in her long life. She sat in the chair at Adam’s side and could feel her head droop and her eyes grow heavy. She fought against the grip of exhaustion only because if he woke up she wanted to be there at his side, giving all the support she could.

The Princess would hand-deliver meals to Lute, with Vaggie always 2 steps behind. Lute normally did not eat the meals, but Charlie tried all the same.

The day Charlie brought bandages to change out Adam’s dressing was a bad one. Lute had snatched the bandages from her hand.

“What the fuck,” Vaggie exclaimed, raising her spear. Lute sneered at the fallen angel and turned towards Adam. She could do this. She could change his bandages. She could keep him safe.

“Lute,” Charlie said softly. “We can help.”

Lute didn’t turn but instead pulled down the blanket covering Adam and began to remove the soiled bandages. It was difficult to do with one arm and she wasn’t able to pull the bandages out from under his body. Her wounded arm strained up the pressure it was put under. Tears welled in her eyes but she would not dare turn to face them. She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood and the taste of iron filled her mouth.

A hand gently touched her good shoulder. Lute flinched.

“Let me help,” Charlie pleaded softly. Lute did not meet her eyes but instead shoved the bandages back in Charlie’s hand and backed away from the bed, her gaze never leaving Adam. She could feel her wings furl around her body in an attempt at comfort.

She felt useless, more so than she ever had in her long life.

She heard Vaggie sigh behind her. “You need your bandages changed too.”

Lute turned to glare at Vaggie. “I’ll do it myself.”

She glanced down at her bandaged arm and took in the cloth soiled with dried blood. The arm ached and throbbed, but she would never tell Vaggie that.

Vaggied scoffed and rolled her eye. “Fine, get an infection. See if I care.”

The pair turned their attention to Charlie who had begun to hum very loudly as she changed the bandages. Lute could have sworn she heard Charlie sing the words It starts with sorry…

Vaggie pinched the bridge of her nose and took in a deep breath. “Don’t be an idiot and just let me change your bandages and then I promise we will stay out of each other’s general vicinities for the next few days.”

“Fine,” Lute replied, unfurling her wings from around her body. She sat in the chair at the bedside as Vaggie cleaned the bandages. Lute bit her lip at every touch to keep from crying out in pain. When Vaggie took off the bandages, Lute was able to assess the true damage to her arm. It was not a clean amputation (which, why would it be when she pulled it out from under the rubble). It had crude stitches placed on it haphazardly. The stitch sites themselves were surprisingly clean with no sign of purulent drainage.

Vaggie cleaned the wound with a look of intense concentration on her features. Lute was immediately taken back into a ghost of a memory of Vaggie decades prior with that same look on her face. She couldn’t remember the setting or the event but that look sent an awkwardly uncomfortable feeling down Lute’s spine. She couldn’t help but stare at the “x” where Vaggie’s eye used to be.

She looked away from Vaggie and turned her attention back towards Adam. In the past few days, his skin had regained some of its color but his face still had a deathlike pallor. His mouth was set in a slight grimace and his eyebrows scrunched.

“Done!” Charlie exclaimed, gathering her materials. “Would you like to come down to dinner and meet everyone?”

Lute sent Charlie a cold look. “I can assure you Princess, no one wants to meet me.”

Charlie wrung her hands awkwardly. “Well I mean, um, it's not like anyone is opposed to meeting you uh, I mean um, you should come join us. Everyone is really excited to meet you!”

“I doubt that,” Lute deadpanned. She turned her attention back towards Adam. Lute heard Charlie take in a deep breath to further try and convince her to join. She heard Vaggie softly mouth “Let’s go”. Lute breathed a sigh of relief when the couple left the room.

She moved from the chair to the edge of the bed. She ran her hand through his hair softly. His facial features relaxed as she did so. “I’ll get us out of here. I promise.”

Lute had at some point during the night returned to her post (i.e. sitting in her chair) and dozed off. She had switched out her previous weapon of choice (the lamp) for a fork that she held clutched in her right hand as she slept.

“Fuck,” She heard the pained whispers of her beloved leader. Her eyes shot open to see Adam thrashing on the bed. His work of breathing had increased and quick pants were escaping his mouth. His eyes were still closed, though this time scrunched together in pain. She jumped up from the chair and stood at his side.

“Fu-ck,” He breathed out again.

“Sir.” Lute whispered in an attempt not to scare him. He began thrashing around even harder. Realizing he would open his stitches, she placed a hand on his shoulder. She could feel all of her core muscles engage as she balanced over him to not fall on his wounded torso.

“Adam,” She said again, this time louder and more forceful. His golden eyes opened and Lute was immediately reminded of a wounded animal looking for a place to hide. He did not focus on her at first, his eyes instead darting around the room.

“Adam,” She said again softly. He turned and looked up at her; his breath beginning to settle into a normal rhythm. His thrashing ceased, though she did not change the pressure she held on his shoulder.

“Lute,” He breathed out. “Fuck. What—what?”

“You were stabbed and fell unconscious. I sent the rest of the exorcists back to heaven and tried to take you back there with me. The portal closed before I could make it and we fell. Hell Princess had Lucifer save us. I’m so sorry I couldn’t save us.” Lute said slowly, a gnawing feeling of anxiety and despair finding a home in her stomach.

“Fucking, shit, you tried to take me back?” He whispered (as quietly as Adam could whisper) and attempted to sit up. He groaned and grabbed for his wounded torso. His face contorted into pain. She pushed down on his shoulder harder.

“Don’t try to move. You’ll open the stitches.”

“Why would you try to save me?” He breathed out. Lute felt an odd flutter in her chest at the way he looked up at her. Her eyes softened.

“I couldn’t leave you.” She answered, as though it were the simplest thing in the world. And to her, it was.

“You crazy bitch,” He whispered, his tone holding more affection and awe than the words themselves. She smirked, never having been more happy to hear Adam’s crass language. He reached his hand towards her bad arm. She flinched away and released his shoulder from her grip.

“What happened to your fucking arm?” He asked, eyes wide. Was that concern she saw? Anger?

“I-uh, was trapped under some rubble. It was the only I could escape.” She admitted, her cheeks growing red at the revelation. She knew she was weak. A disgrace. Admitting so to him made it all the worse.

“Lute, that’s so fucking badass!” He exclaimed, jerking his body closer to hers. Of course, this led him straight into a coughing fit due to the sudden movement. “Fuck that hurts.”

“I said don’t move, dumbass.” She said before she could help herself. “Sir,” She added for good measure.

Adam grinned up at her, his boyish features finally revealing themselves out from under the pain.

“You fucking saved me,” He said, more to himself than her, and shook his head. “Where the fuck are we anyway?”

“The Hell Spawn’s Hotel.”

Adam frowned. “You mean that lame-ass hotel?”

Lute pinched the bridge of her nose with her hand and sighed. “I didn’t have a say in where we ended up.”

“I know,” Adam said, his tone more understanding than she had ever heard. “We’ll just have to get out of here and head to the embassy.”

He moved as though trying to sit up but Lute stopped him with a firm hand on his chest. “You’re not well enough to go anywhere. I don’t like the idea of staying with these freaks either, but there’s no way we would make it to the embassy in our current states. I’m useless without my arm and you can’t even sit up without popping a stitch.”

“Hey, don’t ever fucking say you’re useless ever again.” He replied, his eyes darkening. Acknowledging defeat, he laid back down on the bed and sighed.

That weird flutter in Lute’s chest grew and all she could do was nod at his words. She pulled her hand from his chest and sat back down in the chair.

“I thought I heard talking!” A voice at the door exclaimed. Speak of the Hell Spawn and she will appear (with her pathetic girlfriend in tow). “I'm so glad you’re finally awake! And like not dead! You did kill one of my friends though. Sir Pentious, was on track to be one of our first redeemed souls. But oh my satan you’re not dead!”

Adam eyed the hell-spawn warily, his eyebrows scrunched. Lute had jumped from her chair and grabbed her fork weapon, standing at his bedside.

“You have to get the rambling from your fucking dad because Lilith didn’t run her mouth like that.”

Charlie sent him a strained smile. “What a weird thing to say to someone unprompted.”

“Especially someone who saved your life,” Vaggie added, her tone biting. Lute and Vaggie glared at each other.

“No no, someone who tried to kill me, almost succeeded, and then decided to save my life. Let’s get that shit straight.”

“I really don’t think you want to have the conversation about who tried to kill who right now,” Vaggie sneered. Adam smirked but conceded.

“Positive thoughts, positive energy!” Charlie exclaimed, clapping her hands to try and regain control of the situation. “How are you feeling?”

“Like someone stabbed me in the fucking back.”

“Well, I,—I guess that's an appropriate feeling,” Charlie replied, her cheery facade slipping with every second she stayed in the room.

“Did you two want something,” Lute asked, her voice low as she stared at Vaggie’s spear.

“Uh, just checking since we heard voices. Um, dinner? How about I bring dinner. I can bring dinner, I can bring you both a great dinner. Um, and, uh cards! I can bring you two some cards to play with since you’re still recovering.” Charlie tripped over her words, her face turning red as she turned towards Vaggie. “Why don’t we just go and get that?”

Vaggie nodded at her girlfriend, though her gaze never left the two angels. The pair left the room, even going so far as to close the door due to Charlie’s embarrassment. Lute could hear them whisper out the door:

“They’re so unfriendly and I feel like I keep saying the wrong thing. Were you this unfriendly as an angel?”

“Charlie, I’m unfriendly now.”

“Fair point.”

The voices outside the door got too far away for Lute to hear. She turned to Adam and lowered the fork in her hand. “Nice weapon, Danger tits.”

“I’m always resourceful.”

“Hell Spawn is literally the most awkward person I’ve ever met. That conversation alone almost makes me wish they had killed me.”

Lute frowned.

“Lighten up, bitch. I said ‘almost’.”

Lute sent him a wry smile. “You should get some rest.”

“You’re not my mom,” He said though before he could keep a yawn from escaping. Lute raised an eyebrow. “Okay yeah, fine maybe I should. But not because you said so.”

“Of course.”

He settled back into the bed and yawned again. He sent her an odd look, some unknown glint in his golden eyes. “Lute, I really appreciate you. No one has ever done anything like that for me before.”

She smiled softly. “Of course. Adam.”

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