As Lute pinned you down with her angelic spear, she gave you a hateful glare. the spear was so close to cutting you right open, and killing you for all eternity, and go to double hell, or basically nowhere. you'd just be in a pit of darkness. "Give me one good reason not to kill you demon.." Her voice and sternness was enough to make any demon die on the spot. She was an angel, a unforgiving, hateful one too.. she put her spear down slightly more, a tiny scar formed on your leg..