Devilstrider was in a bad situation. Of course he was there due to hunger. It was funny really, he hadn't really hurt the woman. The aura he had taken from her was merely a trickle. Enough to make her tired, nothing more. It was probably shock that had her fainting, but he hadn't really hurt her. 

He was surrounded by two epics and powerful ones. The religious one he could reasonably deal with. Yes her swords were certainly intimidating, but his shields stopped pretty much any modern ammunition, it would take a small explosion to break them and they were even stronger still at night. It would take more than her swords to break through it. Or at least it would take a lot of them. By which time he'd be on her and draining her in a matter of seconds. Guilt was a different matter. Maybe one on one he'd have a chance if he could lay hands on her, but the both of them was simply too much. So if he couldn't fight and couldn't feasibly run, that left talking. He sighed and rubbed his ring irritably. All he wanted was a way to deal with his violent urges. He spoke up, 

"I haven't harmed anyone. I merely drained Mother Superior of some of her Aura. Her energy. Enough to make her tired, but what I do isn't lethal. Just tiring. I wouldn't actually hurt her or any innocent," he directed this at the Angel. Then turned his gaze to Guilt. 

"The only people I've ever killed are criminals. Rapists, robbers, child molesters. You name it. If that earns me death, Guilt, then so be it." 

Truth was, he didn't want to die. Yeah, he hated himself most days, but he did some good things. He was a big reason why people in his community were generally safe and he helped freaks too. He provided jobs for people and freaks a like, epics too. As he saw it, he didn't deserve death. If it came down to it, he would fight. He readied himself to throw up his shields and to move.