Fics like Gravity Don't Mean Too Much to Me

Charlie had expected to find a lot of things when she ventured out during Extermination Day three years ago. Wounded Sinners she could assist in recovery, demons salvaging the various holy arms that now littered the Pentagram, Overlords scoping out new territory now that the god squad had wiped out some of their competition. What she ended up finding was the one thing she never could have expected. An angel. Not in the metaphorical sense, but an actual flesh-and-blood angel. Emphasis on the blood part, as she was profusely bleeding from the stub that used to connect her arm to her shoulder. Lute was her name, she’d later learn. Or, Lute was left behind in the Extermination instead of Vaggie. Three years later, Lute and her unwanted saviour, Charlie Morningstar, have managed to recruit their first patron for the hotel. Lute is conflicted about his arrival. Torn between the hatred Heaven had instilled in her, and the desire to support her new partners dreams. Between the voice in her head telling her to tear Hell apart, and the voice by her side telling her that even she can change.

Fics like Gravity Don't Mean Too Much to Me

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