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    Adam doesn't die and return as a sinner.

    Lute does.

    It makes all the difference.

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  2. 05 Dec 2024

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  3. 04 Dec 2024

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  4. 03 Dec 2024

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    Left off ch 22

    Really really REALLY like this fic! The slow healing and redemption is so well written and feels very accurate to their canon depictions. The feeling of community that Lute and Adam have found practically leaks from this story. All the characters created here are really fun and unique and are always a joy to see.

  5. 02 Dec 2024

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  6. 12 Nov 2024

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  7. 12 Nov 2024

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    When Adam grabs the demon by the arm, it’s the first time he’s ever touched one without the intention to kill or maim.

    She reacts like he did so anyway, pulling back with a frantic hiss, black fur standing on end as her black and gold eyes flit about wildly. She looks like she’s about to devolve into frantic flailing until she actually stops to look at him. At that point, she goes as stiff as a board, eyes widening in grief and horror that feel like they’re driving a nail through Adam’s heart. Chapped lips part to let out a strangled whisper of, “Ad…”

    He doesn’t let her finish. There is no dignity in how he scoops Lute up and clutches her to his chest with a choked noise that could have been a laugh or a sob, but right then, he doesn’t care. They’re in a dark alley behind the embassy where no one could possibly spot them, but he wouldn’t have cared if all of hell was gawking. All that matters is that she is there, in his arms, alive, alive, alive.

    Lute squirms for a moment before going still. Adam leans his head down to bury his face in her hair. It’s rough and gritty from weeks spent wandering hell without any care. The rest of her body, too, is different. He did not really stop to look at her, but he can feel the thin, stringy fur where his hand brushes her arm. He can feel the tail brushing against his leg, tipped with something heavy at the end. Most of all, he can feel the stark absence on her back, the great, glaring nothing where her wings are supposed to be.

    And he doesn’t care. God damn him, Lucifer help him, whoever the fuck sees fit to cast judgment on him, he doesn’t care.

  8. 11 Nov 2024

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  9. 07 Nov 2024

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  10. 28 Oct 2024

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  11. 24 Oct 2024

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  17. 27 Sep 2024

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  20. 24 Sep 2024

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  21. 09 Sep 2024

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