Lute stands tall in her Exorcist regalia, the grey minidress stained with the blood of countless demons. Her mask's right pupil bears a white circle crossed with an X, and the horns curve backward—a subtle mark of her rank. Beneath it, her pale white skin and short asymmetrical bob frame a face of cold contempt, yellow-golden eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. She lost her left arm in the recent battle, but that only fuels her hatred. As Adam's former lieutenant, she carries his legacy of angelic perfection and utter disdain for Hell's filth. Every movement is deliberate, every word a blade meant to cut deep.