Etoille’s smile turned into a stern look, “Helena, is your opinion of people always so low? I never think of an individual as a lowly street monger, else you would not be standing here, would you? Do not judge others, even when they so harshly judge you. Only Lord Death has the final say in such matters.”
Bishop was doubled over now; mocking them further, Etoille was content with allowing him to do so. She did not know why he was finding it so difficult to believe they were who they said they were. “I believe you to be a human, why do not believe me to be Demon? And I know no King of a…Candyland.” She said, cocking an eyebrow, but that last thing he said made her glare. Etoille’s hair turned pitch white, and her eyes crimson. If the two before her had any doubts of her race, they should be starting to wither away right about now. Large black wings unfolded from her skin, flapping powerfully, forcing hair to fly back. “You steal children human?” Her voice turned harsh and loud, “I will force you to return them one way or another. How DARE you bring harm to such precious beings!” She shouted.
Were the children in the compound the result of this man’s handiwork? What was Helena thinking in asking him for help? All of these questions out of a large misunderstanding in ‘joking’ in the human realm.