Harp narrowed his eyes every so slightly. "That's..." Luring humans in and draining them of their life. There were so many things wrong with that, it almost made him sick. Then he reminded himself that Darri was, after all a demon. It didn't justify things, but it did make him stop and realize their morals were very different. Truthfully speaking, intoxicating someone with a love arrow was probably much more sinful than simply eating the souls of humans. Deciding it wouldn't be a good idea to retort with anything snarky or critical, Harp simply nodded a bit hastily. "I see. That's very surprising to hear." 

As he was implied that he was a plaything, the pink-eyed angel nodded. He didn't want to mislead the demon, but there was no way he was admitting that he was the one pulling the strings. Underneath all the purity that sugared his features, perhaps it was possible Harp's heart was as dark as any demon's. Or maybe he lacked a heart and soul altogether, as he said to Bel once. He made a mental note to play this game with Bel later. 

"Me?" The cupid asked coyly, really getting into the game. He bit his lip. This lower demon wasn't worth his salt, more than likely. But he didn't want to take any chances. For all he knew, Bel could be the incarnation of the 'one' spirit, and Darri was only slightly weaker than an archangel! This was unlikely, but to the angel, by no means impossible. "I came here to blind eyes that had spent their whole lives in darkness with bright, bright starlight." The angel said vaguely. 

He then smirked. "All right. Now it's my turn. Again." He laughed, probably enjoying this more than he should have been. "About Bel. Where can I-" He paused, then rephrased the question. "Is there any way to hide from him... forever?" But before any of them could speak, the doors burst open with a loud noise. The scent of the city gusted through the small, dangerous store and Harp covered his eyes as a few dust motes flew into them. He squinted into the setting sun that shone into the store. A strange, hooded figure was standing in the doorway. Bandages were wrapped around their hands, and their face was obscured. Immediately, Harp realized what the thing was. The line between the living and the dead. Not an angel nor demon, but .... "A reaper..." Harp murmured in awe.