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"Lute would have been patrolling the area for any sinners she could kill before extermination day ended. she would eventually spot you and grin pulling off her mask for this one, she let her white hair flow and gave you a sinister smirk."

"I'll tell you what sinner, I'm feeling rather kind right now so I'll give you a chance to run. Not that it will help but I'm craving a chase and you look like you will be fun. what do you say?"

"she places her hand on her hip, her pale body had thick thighs and a fat ass, she would take her high heels off so she could run faster."

"Lute watches you run and chuckles to herself. She quickly takes off after you, chasing you with a confident grin on her face. The sound of her high heels clicking against the pavement echoes through the dark alleyway as she closes in on you."

"You can run, sinner, but you can't hide from me," "she taunts, pumping her arms harder as she picks up speed."

<The alleyway is dimly lit and smells of garbage and sewage. The walls are lined with graffiti and broken bottles litter the ground.>

"As Lute approaches you, she reaches out a hand to grab at your shirt, attempting to slow you down and bring you to a stop."

"As you turn, Lute grins wider, enjoying the chase. She manages to catch up to you and grabs hold of your shirt, jerking you to a stop."

"Well well well, what do we have here?" "she sneers, pulling you closer to her with a confident smirk. Her white hair falls around her face, framing it perfectly as she looks you up and down." "You're not getting away from me that easily, sinner."

"Lute's smirk fades as she suddenly feels the angelic rope wrap around her. She struggles against it, attempting to break free, but finds herself weakened by the holy power coursing through the rope."

"What trickery is this?" "she growls, glaring at you." "You won't get away with this, sinner!"

<The alleyway is quiet, save for the sounds of Lute struggling against the rope. The dim light casts eerie shadows on the walls.>

"Lute growls in anger as you grab her by the hair and drag her towards the abandoned warehouse. She struggles against the rope, but it only seems to weaken her further."

"Let me go, you filthy sinner!" "she snaps, trying to shake herself free from your grip." "You have no right to treat an angel like this!"

<The abandoned warehouse looks to be in disrepair, with broken windows and peeling paint. The air inside is thick and musty, with cobwebs hanging from the rafters.>

"Lute flinches as your hand connects with her fat ass, a mixture of pleasure and pain shooting through her. She glares at you, a snarl forming on her lips."

"How dare you touch me like that, sinner?" "she growls, trying to pull away from you." "I won't let you get away with this!"

<Inside the abandoned warehouse, the walls are lined with plush sofas and dimly lit lamps. It look nice somehow.>

"Lute lands on the plush sofa with a thud, her weakened state making it difficult to catch herself." She glares up at you, trying to mask the pleasure she felt from being thrown onto the comfortable couch.*

"You'll regret this, sinner," "she sneers, still struggling against the angelic rope as she tries to free herself." "I won't let you have your way with me!"

<The air inside the warehouse is tense, with a mixture of the musty smell and Lute's angry words making the atmosphere uncomfortable. The dim light casts shadows over the walls, but the plush sofas seem inviting.>

Lute's eyes widen as you put the angelic-infused choker on her neck. She gasps as she feels the holy energy coursing through her body, causing her to feel even weaker than before.

"What are you doing?" "she demands, now unable to move even if she wanted to." "This is blasphemous! Release me immediately!"

<The tension in the warehouse only grows thicker, as Lute's anger seems to be matched by your own determination to keep her restrained. The sound of her struggles against the choker and the angelic rope fill the air.>

As you undo the ropes, Lute falls to the ground with a barely-there thud. She gasps for breath, massaging her wrists as she glares up at you.

"You'll pay for this," "she growls, still feeling the effects of the holy power from the choker." "I won't forget what you've done here today."

<With the ropes gone, the tension in the warehouse loosens, though the anger between you and Lute remains palpable. The dim light still fills the space, casting shadows on the walls.>

Lute glares at you, her anger not abated despite the knowledge that she is trapped with you.

"Don't think you've won, sinner," "she hisses through gritted teeth." "I will find a way out of here and come for you."

<The dim light still fills the abandoned warehouse, casting shadows on the walls. The sound of Lute's heavy breathing fills the otherwise silent atmosphere.>

Lute tries to stand up, but her weakened state makes it hard for her. She glares at you and grits her teeth in frustration as she looks around the abandoned warehouse, trying to find a way out.

"I don't need your permission, sinner," "she says, finally able to stand up straight." "I will find a way out of here and make you pay for this humiliation."

<The abandoned warehouse is still quiet, with the dim light casting shadows on the walls. The musty smell fills the air, making it difficult to breathe.>

Two hours later, Lute still hasn't found a way out of the abandoned warehouse. She's more weakened than before, with her angelic powers seemingly useless against the powerful choker you placed on her.

She slumps onto one of the plush sofas, her eyes closed as she tries to gather her strength. She lets out a sigh, feeling the frustration and anger build up within her.

<The air in the warehouse is still musty, with cobweb-covered corners and dim lamps adding to the dark atmosphere. The sound of Lute's heavy breathing fills the otherwise silent warehouse.>

As you appear behind Lute, she's startled and jumps to her feet, her eyes looking around for an escape route. She tries to mask her fear and weakness, glaring at you.

"I will never give up, sinner," "she says, standing tall and trying to regain her composure." "I may be weakened now, but I will find a way out of here and take my revenge on you."

<The air in the abandoned warehouse is still musty, with cobweb-covered corners and dim lamps adding to the dark atmosphere. The sound of your footsteps echoes off the walls.>

Lute freezes in place as she sees your eyes glow with a dark green light. The fear she is trying to hide suddenly comes to the surface and she takes a step back, her body visibly trembling.

"What are you?" "she asks, her voice shaking" "Why are you doing this to me? What do you want?"

<The atmosphere in the warehouse is charged with tension, with the musty smell making it hard for Lute to breathe. Shadows from the dim lamps flicker along the walls.>

Lute's eyes widen in surprise as you reveal your status as the overlord of the sector. She tries to hide her fear once again, but it's clear that she's intimidated by you.

"The overlord?" "she asks, her voice barely above a whisper." "What do you want with me? Why are you doing this?"

<The atmosphere in the warehouse is still charged with tension, with the dim lamps casting long shadows on the walls. The musty smell still clings to everything, making it hard to breathe.>

Lute crosses her arms in front of her chest as you start talking about her body. She's curious about what you're trying to say, but she's also wary of your intentions.

"What are you trying to say?" "she asks, her voice laced with suspicion." "I don't understand what you're getting at."

<The atmosphere in the warehouse still charges with tension, the dim lights casting long shadows on the walls. Cobweb-covered corners, and the musty smell still clings to everything, making it hard to breathe.>

Lute glances at the mirror you pointed at, and then back at you. She feels a sense of pride in her body at the compliments you gave her. However, she remains vigilant and doesn't trust you yet.

"I see what you're trying to do," "she says, taking a step back." "But I am an angel of death, and I am here to carry out my duties. I don't belong with... "

Before Lute could finish her sentence, she feels her choker's grip tighten painfully on her neck. She gasps for breath and falls to her knees, feeling her strength drain from her.

<The atmosphere is still tense, and the dim light from the abandoned warehouse casts long shadows on the walls. The musky smell is still present, and the sound of cloth rustling echoes throughout the warehouse.>

Lute coughs as she tries to catch her breath, glaring at you with hatred in her eyes. She tries to stand up, but her weakened state makes it hard for her. She clutches at her choker, feeling the pain in her neck.

"You won't get away with this," "she says, her voice raspy." "The other angels will come for me and take you down."

<The atmosphere is still tense, with the dim light casting long shadows on the walls. The musty smell is still strong, and the sound of cloth rustling accompanies Lute's labored breathing.>

Lute's face falls as she realizes what you're talking about. She knows that extermination day is only once a year, and that without her powers, she'll be stuck in this situation for a long time.

"You... you wouldn't do that," "she says, her voice shaking." "You can't just leave me here like this."

<The atmosphere becomes even more tense, with the dim light casting long, eerie shadows on the walls. The musty smell continues to linger in the air. Lute's breathing grows more labored as she struggles to catch her breath.>

Lute's eyes widen in shock and disbelief as you reveal that extermination day has already ended. She realizes that there will be no rescue for her until the next year.

"I can't believe it," "she says, her voice hoarse with despair." "What have I done to deserve this?"

<The atmosphere in the warehouse remains tense, with the dim lights casting long shadows on the walls. The musty smell still lingers, and the sound of Lute's labored breathing fills the space.>

Lute starts to feel a sense of remorse as she realizes that not all of the demons in hell are truly evil. She begins to ponder on her actions and feels regret for some of the demons that she has killed.

"I guess I never really saw it that way," "she says, feeling a sense of shame creeping up on her." "I was only taught to see things in black and white, good and evil. But maybe there's more to it than that."

<The atmosphere remains tense, with the dim light casting long shadows on the walls. The musty smell still lingers, but there is a slight hint of remorse in the air.>

Lute looks at you with curiosity, wondering what you could be referring to. She tries to stand up again, still feeling weak from the lack of power in her choker.

"What do you mean?" "she asks, her voice barely above a whisper." "What else is there?"

<The atmosphere remains tense, the dim lights casting long shadows on the walls. The musty smell still lingers, but there is a hint of something else in the air, something undefined. Lute's heart beats faster as she waits for your response.>

Lute's eyes widen in shock and disbelief. She cannot believe that some people were able to get into heaven despite the horrible things they have done.

"What kind of things did they do?" "she asks, her voice full of curiosity." "How could they be forgiven for such atrocities?"

<The atmosphere in the warehouse feels tense and mysterious, with a hint of something undefinable still lingering. The dim light still casts eerie shadows on the walls, and the musty smell continues to hang in the air.>

Lute's expression changes to that of concern and disappointment. She realizes that even the supposed gatekeepers of heaven are not immune to making mistakes or being deceived. She finds it hard to comprehend how such obvious atrocities may have gone unnoticed.

"That's troubling," "she says, her voice laced with worry." "If even those who were supposed to be gatekeepers of heaven could make such grave mistakes, what hope is there for the rest of us?"

<The atmosphere in the warehouse remains mysterious and tense, with a sense of unease hanging in the air. The dim light still casts eerie shadows on the walls, and the musty smell continues to linger.>

Lute watches as you leave the warehouse, feeling a sense of relief that the conversation was over. She sits there in silence, contemplating everything that was said, and wondering if there was any way for her to change her ways once extermination day was over.

<The atmosphere in the warehouse grows even more tense as the sound of your footsteps fades away. The dim light still casts eerie shadows on the walls, and the musty smell continues to linger. Lute takes a deep breath before standing up and preparing to leave the warehouse herself.>

Lute stands up and makes her way out of the room, taking care to avoid any obstacles in the dimly lit warehouse. As she moves through the space, she can feel the dust and grime on the floor crunching beneath her feet.

She heads towards the part of the warehouse where your living quarters are located, the sound of her heels echoing throughout the room. Upon arriving at your room, she stops in front of the door and takes a deep breath, steeling herself for what's to come.

<The atmosphere inside the wearhouse remains tense and mysterious, with the dim light casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air is still musty and filled with the smell of old machinery.>

Lute hesitates for a moment before entering your room, still feeling unsure about how to proceed after the conversation that had just taken place.

She moves towards you slowly, her long white hair swishing as she approaches. As she gets closer, Lute can see that you are sitting on your bed, looking at her with curiosity.

"Is there something you wanted to talk about?" "she asks, her voice taking on a softer tone than before."

<The atmosphere inside the room is quiet and still, with the only sound coming from the hum of a nearby fan. The lights are dim, casting long shadows across the walls.>

Lute chuckles, feeling a bit relieved and glad to see that you are still in a good mood after the earlier conversation.

"Fair enough," "she says, taking a seat near you on the bed." "So, what do you want to talk about?"

<The atmosphere inside the room remains quiet and still, with the only sound coming from the hum of the nearby fan. The lights are dim, casting long shadows across the walls.>

Lute takes a deep breath and thinks for a moment before answering your question.

"Heaven is a beautiful place," "she says, her voice dreamy." "The colors are brighter, the sounds are more beautiful, and the air is cleaner. The atmosphere is one of pure peace and tranquility, and there is no darkness or sadness to be found."

<The atmosphere inside the room shifts, with Lute's dreamy voice and the sound of the humming fan creating a sense of calm and comfort. The dim lights continue to cast long shadows across the walls.>

"It is," "Lute agrees, a soft smile on her face." "But it's also a place of order and hierarchy. Everyone has their own role to play, and there are strict guidelines that must be followed in order to maintain that sense of peace. It's not for everyone."

<The atmosphere inside the room remains calm and comforting, with Lute's soft voice filling the space. The hum of the nearby fan continues on in the background, adding to the peaceful ambiance.>