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Holier than Thou update

So there's been a lack of any Holier than Thou AU content (with the exception of that one exorcist I posted recently). That is because I've been trying to write it as opposed to drawing it mainly because its easier for me. I do plan on having some pics scattered in so the art isn't fully going away. Life in general has been getting in the way but I still have roughly half of the current comic written down. Here's a bit of what is written so far!

This isn't final btw I'll improve the writing

     Her mind is fuzzy, her head is pounding, she can't see anything; her mind throbs and her chest aches with pain that slowly begins to ease up. She could barely remember what happened before, though if she were to be honest to herself she made a conscious effort to not remember anything years ago. However, this is different than before. As her sense of touch slowly began to come back to her, the feel of something soft beneath her became more apparent. Not long after, she could make out the voice of someone. A female voice, probably in her early 20s, that did ring a few bells in her head.

“-at least it might be less of a death sentence than what mom might think.”

     Now her vision starts to come back to her and her eyes start to open. It takes a moment for her eyes to adjust but she's able to make out the form of who's talking. It looks to be an anthropomorphic dog, probably a hellhound, resembling a golden retriever. Three large, pink ribbons look to be tied to the back of her head, neck, and tail. She's wearing a pink, shoulderless dress with sleeves that end at her elbows and doesn't go farther than her knees. The hellhound has her back turned to her and is holding a mobile phone in her hands, clutching it tightly. She's talking to herself.

“Oh Satan mom is going to snap my neck for this. What am I even going to tell her?”

      While listening to the dog contemplate what to do while her senses come back, she suddenly notices something: she isn't tied down. The door is past the Hellhound though but this could be her chance.

“Yes Mom, I took an Exorcist from the fucking mafia. Why don't I sign my will while I'm at it?”

     The Hellhound suddenly hears something that catches her attention, raising her ears slightly and turning around to see what made it. Her eyes are met with the sight of the Exorcist sitting upright in the bed positioned like a frog. She suddenly jumps off the bed to gain momentum to push herself past the Hellhound, but is instead met with her arm being grabbed and quickly redirected to be headed towards the bed again. The Exorcist quickly tries to readjust herself despite the difficulty of doing so with a dislocated wing, something she only now notices, that is also missing its primary feathers. Her outfit is also slightly tattered and dirty with two healing wounds from where she had been impaled, one on her shoulder and another on her stomach. She pulls her hand away from the Hellhound's grasp and glares at her through a cracked LED mask.

“Let go of me!”

“Wait! You're still healing! You need to lay down!”

“This is your one warning: get out of my way.”

     “Listen, your wounds are still healing. If you move around too much they could open up again. You need to sit down, I'm not your enemy!” but the Hellhound's pleads fall on deaf ears as the Exorcist continues to boil with anger.

     “I am SICK of you STUPID DEMONS!” the Exorcist yells. Before the Hellhound could react, she reaches out and slashes at the demon’s ear causing her to flinch back, but in doing so the wounds on her torso split open. The Exorcist yelps and recoils into herself. She holds onto herself tightly, breathing heavily to manage the pain. As she tries to stand up, the Hellhound watches her pitifully.

The Exorcist repeats herself, “Get out of my way…”, and the Hellhound sighs.

“Alright then. If you want to do this the hard way, we'll do it the hard way.”

“What are you-?”

     Before the Exorcist could question it further, the ribbon tails on the Hellhound suddenly spring to life and grow, quickly wrapping themselves around the angel's torso and limbs to force her back onto the bed she pounced off of. She begins to angrily scream and struggle in the magic ribbons but no matter what she does she can't fight them off. This doesn't seem to stop the Exorcist.

     “LET GO OF ME! RELEASE ME AT ONCE OR I'LL MAKE YOU SORRY”, The Hellhound sighs before leaving the room, leaving the Exorcist held down on the bed with her ribbons.

“I'll be back to patch you up.”

     “I'LL TEAR YOU LIMB FROM LIMB! I'LL SKIN YOU LIVE AND WATCH YOU WRITHE IN AGONY! I'LL GOUGE YOUR EYES OUT WITH A FORK! I'LL MAKE YOU SORRY!”

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Hi please help me name her

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(MAbsolGirl here this is my hazbin side blog)

*inhale*

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One-Winged Angel - Chapter 3: Room 40

‘TIS HEEERE!

In this instalment, Charlie pretends everything is fine, Lute wakes up, Charlie has to come to terms with the fact that everything is not fine, and some spectators come up with a most magnificent plan…

(@mabsolgirl if I recall correct, you were wondering when Chapter 3’s coming out?)

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Double reblog on my alt so people see this

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WE'RE DOWN TO THE WIRE BUT WE CAN'T GIVE UP YET. IF WE GIVE UP, EVERYTHING IS OVER. IF WE DON'T, AT LEAST WE HAVE A CHANCE.

I'M THE ONE WHO SOUNDED THE ALARM, AND I'M NOT GOING TO CURL UP AND DIE YET.

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For any Lute fans looking for a cool and interesting fic to read! Give it a look!

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Do you know when the next part of the One-Winged Angel fic will be out? Its really good and I keep checking back similar to how if you keep checking the fridge every 5 minutes it will magically restock with more food 👉👈

Well, I’d be happy to answer!

Honestly… I’m not exactly sure when I can get it out. Honestly it’s, like, 60-80% finished depending on how long the end bit gets, so… I could mayyybe get it out by tomorrow if I pushed it but that’s assuming I can muster up the motivation.

I’m the kind of person who simply doesn’t operate according to schedules. I do things when I feel like it, and that’s the end of things. However, I’ll try my best to get myself back into the mood to write it again!

Here’s an itty-bitty preview to thank you for your patience:

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Chapter 3 - Room 40

Lute awoke from uneasy dreams to find that her head was throbbing. It wasn’t as bad as it was last time she was awake, and her legs felt a lot better now- as well as her wing, though not by much- but it was still painful.

She got up, finding it surprisingly difficult to raise her head, as it had become mysteriously heavier than normal. When her hand reached to her head, she felt a familiar yet strangely different sensation: the horns of her mask.

Right, she never actually removed her helmet, did she? The face was knocked off, but she certainly still had it on by the time she tore off her wing….

When she opened her eyes, she found herself in a dim, expensive-looking room covered with mahogany furniture amidst scarlet wallpaper. She’d never seen a room like this in her life… but it reminded her of the lobby, the hotel lobby where she lost her wing.

Did that Sinner… take her to the hotel? No, no way: the hotel collapsed- very nearly with her inside. She couldn’t actually be there anymore: it was impossible.

As she thought hard looking for an answer, her hand grasped the mask’s horns again… and she felt something that made her stop in shock.

She felt her hair. Right next to one of the horns. Rough, dirty, probably stained with dry blood.

Her hair was feelable through the mask. But… how? The only was that was possible was if… if…

As she felt the horns one more time, she noticed that they felt… detailed. She could feel every tiny line from the keratin that made horns up: real horns, not fake ones.

…She had grown horns. Real horns.

Like a demon.

A monster.

A Fallen.

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Now, of course, this preview takes up like… 10% of the chapter, at most. It’s also like… a quarter through, I think? The chapter actually opens with a surprisingly light-hearted scene with Charlie and Vaggie. Two fun facts:

The chapter’s title, Room 40, was naturally named after the number of Lute’s new room in the hotel. However that room, in turn, was named after the fact that 40 is apparently a biblical number associated with trials, change, and fresh starts. It’s why the Great Flood lasted 40 days.

The opening sentence of this scene was inspired by the opening sentence of Franz Kafka’s Metamorphosis: “As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found himself transformed in his bed into a gigantic insect.” (that does not happen to lute here but at the same time the horns aren’t the only change she went through overnight… remember how much it was stressed in Chapter 2 that her legs weren’t feeling so good?)

And in case you’re wondering, no, my fics usually never have this much thought put into them.

I’ll see you when the next chapter comes out!

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fuck it. they be silly.

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Let me explain something, I suspected Adam would need to go to hell after death, but I wasn't entirely sure. I pricked his finger and found out his blood was red, meaning he is in fact technically a demon now. I promptly sent him to hell. ~ @adam-is-stupid-and-smells-1003

AND YOU DIDN'T FUCKING TELL ME?!

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I had to

@lute-the-exorcist @ask-exterminator-lute @lute-hates-you Y'all must now fight for the title of "The Real Lute"

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Uhhhh new ship??

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last drink.

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Ok real talk for a minute

Why does Lucifer x Charlie exist? You fine with incest????? No. Just no. Yeah it's fictional but it says a lot about you if you fantasize a man banging his own daughter. That is disgusting. Most ships are fine but you gotta draw a line somewhere.

"But proshipping is fictional and isnt harming anybody!" Wrong. It's harming yourself. If you're fine with and fantasize fictional incest, chances are its the same with it in real life and even if you don't not only is it very easy for others to come to the conclusion that you are, but your mind can shift to that mindset of the irl version of it being ok overtime. I've seen the former happen, they were literally kicked out of every art group I knew they were in and lost a lot of friends all because they were (fine with) proshippers.

Please stop this proshipping stuff. There's nothing wrong with shipping so long as there are ground rules laid out for it.

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Give Lute a robot arm you cowards

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You should be worried about other things

Like your arm

How's your arm :)

...Fine?? Is this a threat??

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The foil Lute card is now mine >:D

It looks so cool

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here u go lol

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You 🫵

You get me

Adam and Lute are such a fascinating characters to me. Like. What is wrong with them. I want to put them under a microscope. I want to unleash them into the woods and see how they behave. I wanna put them in the horse plinko.