DeadHead shakes his head. “I don’t think you can. He might be under a lot of stress but he won’t snap.” DeadHead tilts his head back to stare at the ceiling. “Why do you eat them?” A pause. “The Angels I mean. Why eat them?”
Why not? I have to eat to survive, as do the shadows. So hey why not catch and eat some of the easiest prey to catch *he smiled at DeadHead* It’s not fun if I can’t break him, is there atleast a pressure point for him? Something that I’ll get a few laughs from?
DeadHead shakes his head. “There is nothing that you can do. He’s level headed. Close to the ground. Nothing can drive him off the edge.” DeadHead then chuckles. “You sound like me when I was in the Asylum. Wonderful place. Really. It was. I ate the other inmates. Raw. They were great. Screamed. Thrashed.”
Ark smiles. MY EX WIFE. I LOVED HER DEARLY. YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT IT FEELS LIKE TO LIVE, DAY BY DAY, KNOWING THAT YOUR FIRST LOVE HATES YOUR VERY BEING. SHE’S STILL A LIVE AND SHE HATES ME. DeadHead grabs Ark and holds him back. Ark does nothing but let out a little laugh. AND WHO ARE YOU TO TALK? WHAT? A LOWER DEMON? A SHADOW WALKER? WHAT? DeadHead tightens his grip. “Ark. No.”
*he grinned and stretched* No I don’t know how that feels. It’s so lovely to hear that you someone oh so dearly and they hate your very being *he laughed and looked around at the trees* I’m no Demon, you think demons have skin this smooth? Because they do. Seriously some are scales and all that jazz and others are just so smooth *he chuckled lifting up his mask to speak clearly* I’m a shadow holder, except I’m bonded with them on a higher level then most. Not what you’d expect from a low class angel is it? *he grinned showing his sharp teeth lined with the flesh of his kin* Are you upset lil’ Arky?
Ark giggles and claps his hands together. NOT AT ALL! He turns to go into a different room and pokes his head out. I’LL BE A FEW MINUTES. He disappears into a different room. DeadHead says nothing and pulls his coat on himself tightly. He sways a bit and takes a deep breath. “So why are you here?”
*Grim stares at him and lets out a long sigh* I’m was delivering cookies to my grandma and on the way there a big bad wolf tried to get me, I out ran it easily and made it to my grandmas but the wolf made it there before me and he ate my grandma whole! He dressed up like her but I knew it wasn’t her so I tore its head off and helped my grandma out of his stomach before tearing her head off aswell. And long story short the special ingredient to my cookies is flesh. Want one? *he got the shadows to fetch him some cookies and held it out to them* You can still taste grandma!
Ark shrugs and takes a cookie. He bites into his and throws the rest of it. WELL THEN. DeadHead sits up on a table and starts to go through some books. ANYTHING ON THE EYES? DeadHead shakes his head. “They were gone for centuries and all of the sudden they come through like this? Why?” DeadHead looks over at Grim. “Do you know what the Cult of Eyes is?”