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She should have known leaving Vaggie in Hell was impossible.
As a ghost - she has to be, she can’t be fucking back - she stands at the foot of Lute’s bed. She has a surreal quality to her - space and time warp around her, Lute can sense it. She’s faded around the edges, at the center. She isn’t breathing. Her single remaining eye stares at Lute, its glare unnaturally sharp and piercing. Through some unholy power, Lute can feel it stab her, a burning pain in her mind and chest.
Blood that’s far more bright and shining than it should be pours without end from where her eye and wings once were. It drips down her, tracing vivid golden paths on her body. Lute’s eyes follow them, rapidly, unconsciously.
And for all she is unnatural and impossible and surreal, she is also so very very real. She’s there, right in front of Lute. Just a few feet away. Even though she’s faded and wavering, the sense she is there pervades every thought in Lute’s mind.
“What the hell are you?” Lute demands, and her voice does not shake. She cannot let it.
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Lute is tormented by visions of her.
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06 Nov 2025
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“I want to - ” Lute reconsiders her words - “I’m going to keep training you, personally.” There’s a sharp light in her eyes. “I’m going to make you the best exorcist in the army. I’ve scheduled out a detailed training regimen, specifically tailored to you. And for you, and only you, I’ll be…encouraging.” Both of Lute’s hands are on her shoulders now. “Your kill count will double next extermination, I’m sure of it.”
“What about…everyone else?”
“They can handle themselves for a while. They’re not important.”
“And I am?”
Lute encounters an internal conflict at this. “Yes. Or…no. But - yes.” She nods to emphasize her final decision. “Yes, you are.”
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How Vaggie and Lute almost fell in love.
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06 Nov 2025
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“Any last words?” Lute teases, grin so wide both on and beneath her mask it feels as if her face is going to split apart.
Vaggie opens her mouth to say something, probably something blasphemous that Lute would stab her again for, but only shining golden blood spills out. She coughs: once, twice. Then she sighs one final time and goes still.
Dead. She’s dead.
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A short exploration of a different outcome of Lute and Vaggie's battle in Episode 8.
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Lute begins to pace, slowly, around Vaggie. Vaggie doesn’t turn to follow her gaze, opting instead to stand still in the way she always has to: back straight, arms at her sides, staring ahead at nothing in front of her as she waits for orders - or punishment. A soldier at attention. “There’s no point in playing innocent with me. I know there’s something wrong. Tell me what it is.”
If she’d phrased it a little differently, and her voice wasn’t dripping with venom, and Lute hadn’t forced her outside in the middle of the night to say it, she might have sounded concerned. But this is an interrogation, no doubt about it. Vaggie has done something wrong - or rather, there is something wrong with her - and to Lute those are both the same thing. “I’ve obeyed every order you’ve ever given me. What more do you want?”
Lute growls, short and sharp, at that. Then she takes a calming breath, and then another, and says: “I want to know I can trust you.” Her voice is deceptively neutral.
“Have I done anything to make you think you can’t?”
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Lute wakes Vaggie up in the middle of the night for some one-on-one training.