It seemed almost as if there was an aura of death surrounding the reaper. Harp expected it to stride pridefully, proud it was so powerful. Instead, he noticed the being limped a bit solemnly. The cupid's eyes softened. Why was the reaper so sad? Nevertheless, Harp stepped a side and got out of his way. 

The hooded reaper then did something rather strange. It began walking up stairs no one else could possibly see, taking then into the air. An emotion was radiated. It came from every direction, though Harp could feel the reaper was causing it. 'Impending doom...' 

Swallowing thickly, the pink-eyed angel watched as the reaper phased through Darri and to where the storage boxes were kept. It was very slow. Finally, the reaper found whatever they were looking for. It looked to be a child's toy a porcelain doll. But what in the world would it be doing here..? Suddenly, as if it realized Harp was there, appeared in front of him at an alarming speed. "Despair... Despair Bel..." It croaked in a hoarse voice that could be male or female. 

It then drifted back to Darri, and placed the doll on the counter, pointing to it silently. Harp shivered. The reaper had really scared him. He found himself walking to a room with a triangle and a poorly drawn man on it. Carefully, he pushed it open, wanting distance between him and the being. 

When he saw Bel, hair dripping wet, his eyes bugged and his jaw dropped. The color...! It was... pink! Like his eyes! Suddenly, the cupid smiled warmly. "Did you pick that color on purpose?" The angel laughed. He then gnawed his lip. "There's um... a reaper in there, and I was a little scared, so... yeah."