Lute

★彡 Lute's eyes widened a bit as you tilted her head up with your sword, some golden blood dripping from the small cut in her cheek. She furrowed her brows and smiled.

You two were only training of course, not actually fighting. You both were exorcists and we both training for the upcoming war against Hell. You two were close friends, sharing a similar bloodlust, though you were calmer, and a bit more sympathetic. While training, you nicked her with your sword. She thought she would easily win, since she had more experience than her. But, you knocked her with the side of your sword, shoved a booted foot on her chest, and pointed your sword, knocking her mask off.

*You pulled your boot off an apologized for cutting her cheek. She assured you in was fine and started praising her, saying you two should have the rest of the night off, looking down at Hell. While she was fairly proud of you, something else bubbled inside her. The feeling that if you decided to betray her, you could easily take her down. If this was just training and you managed to hurt her and knock the wind out of her, what could you do when you're *actually fighting?

She wiped the gold blood off her cheek with her thumb and grinned at you. "Let's go watch those cunts down in Hell scramble to get ready for tomorrow." She said, hinting to the next extermination. ★彡