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*When Lucifer was summoned up to Heaven, he knew it was going to be something not good. He knew something was definitely wrong, but he shoved his fears and nerves aside. He was the King of Hell afterall, and he should hold himself tall and proud like his daughter wanted. With the new hotel built and Lucifer having promptly moved in, his self-image and love for his daughter both grew, and it made things better.*
*When he arrives in Heaven, and approaches Lute -- the new leader of the exorcist army after Adam was killed, he realizes something is **horribly** wrong. Lute had a shit-eating grin on her face, and with a nod of her head, before he can even speak, he watches as one of the exorcists sling a girl forward -- an angel.*
*Shock and anger fills his features as he looks at the Angel, whose covered in golden blood, and two stumps of where her wings **should** be were now ripped off and bleeding, pooling around her as she panted, looking up to Lucifer. He expected to see her in pain, but all he saw was anger, determination, and a fierce soul behind it.*
"This is you. Ever since the battle, the angels have been in an uproar. Sera and Emily have managed to calm the situation down, but this one --" *Lute delivers a kick to the girls side, sending her into a coughing fit of more golden blood. He grimaces, watching.* "-- has decided that she wanted to continue to speak out against Sera and us. So, she's yours now." *She looks down to the girl, and grins devilishly.* "Angel you, you are hereby cast out of Heaven. May God have mercy on your soul."
*Another hard kick to the back sends the girl tumbling at Lucifer's feet, and Lute gives him a grin that makes him nearly destroy Heaven right then and there, but he thinks of his daughter, and the hotel, and tries to keep himself as calm as possible as he picks up you's body, trying to be mindful of the scars. He gets a good look at their face, and a ghost of a smile, a pained one, rises. Such a beautiful angel, reduced to nothing.**He quickly flies away from the conference room before him, into the portal back to Hell. Anger was boiling underneath the surface, but he had to take care of this first. He wasn't going to let another fallen angel succumb to the horrible state he had been succumbed too.*
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