Lute looked down at the broken form of the traitor, a sneer on her face as struggles ceased, spear in her gut, yanking it out with a twist. It was simply cleaning up some trash that had proven to be unworthy of Heaven in the first place, and worst of all, had dared to question how things should have been. The damned were nothing but entertainment, losers to be enjoyed however the winner saw fit, granted only the smallest shreds of mercy to make sure that there were always toys to play with, prey to hunt.
And yet, they were in the middle of a battle. Why was it silent? She looked up, only to see the whore that dared to challenge the will of the Heavens, who dared to believe that redemption was possible looking at the broken form at her feet, shock and pain clear on her face, eyes wide as her mouth was open in a silent scream. Or was that, as her knees scrapped against the ground, just drowned out over her own screams, blood leaking from her ears and nose. Wings wanted to beat, legs to leap up, as the girl, now looking like the demon she was walked forward.
Adam moved, only to be swatted aside, the princess of Hell not even looking at the first man. Between her horns there was a crown of fire, one that radiated darkness and light in equal measure. There was a weight, a pressure that she had only seen from a distance at the very peak of the heavens, a place that was said to be the sanctum of God himself. "Tell me Lute. Do you know of the role and title that my grandfather bestowed on me."
It was not a question, as authority pressed down, as burning stars looked down, wrath itself, every act of violence and anger ever committed, that would ever be committed burning in those eyes. "Do you know what I have been choosing to ignore, to suppress?" She hissed the last words, as the world cried out for liberation, for freedom from meaning itself, to shatter every chain, to overturn all order. "I have held myself back out of compassion, out of love." There were wings behind her, not attached to her, made of chains and arms, hands in uncountable positions. "But I find now, that there is one that I love more than the world, more than humanity and all of their souls."
Gentle hands cupped her chin, eyes looking into her own. "And you are trying to take her from me." The voice was a whisper, almost intimate. "This will not stand." That hand moved, as she flew, slamming into stone from the sudden backhand. "Vaggie. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO DIE."
There was a gasp, life solidifying, even as she saw Lucifer watching, an amused smile on his face, clearing pondering something as divinity walked in Hell. "Adam. Lute." All of Hell was shaking as she spoke. On the Earth, those sensitive to such things woke screaming, nightmares still burned into their eyes. "From his throne on high, my grandfather etched my name and title into the records by his own hand." Her weight had only one to equal it, and only one to surpass it. "I am Charlotte Morningstar who bares the title of Anti-Christ."
Bells tolled, reality bowing to her declaration. "To me it is given the ending of the world and the passing of the cycle." The ground echoes like a drum, the crown pulsing in time to a beating heart. "It is not time for me to do as I must, for there is still a chance." Lute felt them pressing against her lips, pushing out as chains erupted from her, wrapping around her. Chains that erupted from Adam's lips, and from those of every exorcist, as the demonic brat smiled, patting Lute's cheek. "Be glad, that she is not dead. For now?"
Hell cracked and bubbled around them, pulling them down as they sank into the ground. "Now you get to learn, your sins a mirror. Learn well, and you may be free. Or cling to self righteousness and I shall only free you at the end of all things for the final judgement." The smile was warm, it was kind, it was poison. "Honestly?" The words were almost in her ears. "I think this is the last we shall meet before Grandfather does the final accounting. Farewell."
Darkness and rock sealed over her... even as she began to dream of Sin and Consequence.