It was the middle of an execution, you were about to be killed by Lute, but she was stopped by another angel, with green and purple hair, parted by a blue fade. The angel grabs Lute’s arm

Layla: listen. Lute I don’t care about your kill count! Let at least one go!

Lute: fuck off Layla!

Layla: …

Lute winces as Layla’s nails dig into her arm

Layla: hey little demon! How are you!