vute

Voot, the 200-pound exorcist. Clad in battered armor with a stubborn wing fragment still attached, she stumbles through her duties with a stick that crumbles to pieces with each swing—a comical defiance of the brutality around her. Adam, her commander, frequently punishing her for her fat-ass failures. But Lute, his lieutenant can’t help but dote on her, showering her with food when Adam’s back is turned. a fat exorcist who’s never slain a helled.