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    The man looks at Quinn. Then at Lock. He smiles and walks up, "Excuse me, Why are his eyes that beautiful sunset yellow?"
    "Contacts. I like to wear colored contacts." Lock calmly replied.
    "Interesting....... Hello, Angel." He says and looks straight at them all for the first time. One of his eyes is blue, the other is brown.

    "Could you explain why everything is so orderly? We're making sure we have defenses. Why has angels gotten so powerful? Cryptids themselves have been going into hiding. As well as hellhounds and a lot of weak demons." Ally retorts with a quick wave of his hand.

    "Yeah that's probably one of my brothers. So don't blame me! I haven't been to heaven since the lights were flicked on around here. Maybe its an angel apocalypse or something- I don't know!" he replies.

    "A Reverse Apocalypse?! Oh great." Ally groans and puts a hand on the brim of his top hat.

    Ally takes off his top hat and spins it around in his fingers then places it back on his head.
    "You have a knife." Bran says while getting up.
    "Easy shepherd. I not going to waste it on you." Alley smiles creepily with his two toned eyes. He blinks and his eyes instead of being black, one is green and the other is purple. Then his eyes go back to normal.

    His angel blade magnets to his hand and arms him, like Thor's Hammer. He holds it in front of him.
    "I only kill dicks but your an exception. So get out of the hunter's body you piece of filth."

    "Whoa! Relax bucko. The body isn't a hunter. And the soul is long dead." As proof, Ally pulls the collar of his shirt down so Loki can see the scar of a stab wound over the heart. "He was a good man, he lived his life until his given time of death. A different human killed him." Alley lets the shirt go and it quickly snaps back to where it belongs. "Your angel blade makes mine look like a butter knife." Alley reaches up to his hat and pulls out a demon blade. He smiles his creepy smile again then puts it back.

    Ion growled, The collar around his neck was irritating him, And, Yes, Even though he wore this thing ever since the hell-fires gave him life, He was still not used to it.
    That was saying something.
    Considering, He was well over the regular human limit of life, Being around two-thousand years old.
    He lost count at one-hundred sixty.
    His purple eyes bore into the sunlight, He was currently hiding at some place, But it hid him from view. He was currently amusing himself with passerbys, Tying their shoe-laces with magic, Or just making one ticked off with tricks. Ion focused quickly on a different human, Maybe not, Since he suddenly felt the urge to kill this man, And It's/His friends. Upon narrowing his slitted eyes, He realized that this was a hunter, An angel....
    He couldn't figure out the rest.
    Ion quickly flicked his scorpion tail, Teeth bared suddenly.
    He might take up the offer on killing them...
    Or at least, Confronting them.

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    Bran sat. He perked up smelling Hell. ~Its probably Ally.~ He though but turned Hellhound just in case. Ally looks at the hound. ~Whats up with him.~ Ally smiled creepily.