Harp nodded mindlessly. Who else could he come to? He felt so alone. It was as if he had fallen into a rabbit hole into another world where it was so much darker ans scarier. How did the humans cope with this? The air smelled horrible. There was so much ugliness and impurity in the human realm! So much grime and smoke and machinery and mechanical people with automated hearts. The angel found it all very confusing, indeed. 

Nevertheless, his current priority was Bel right now. The ferocious, handsome, mysterious and pink-haired demon. Though his eyes caught the red marks, he decided not to mention it. Instead, he chose to chuckle. "What happened to your hair? You look like a fairy..." The cupid commented jokingly. It was really a softer look for Bel. It made him look much less dangerous be that a good thing or a bad thing. "Did Darri do this on purpose? Or what?" He continued, only ceasing his chuckling when asked about the reaper. 

A chill ran down his spine. "It was really creepy." Then, in a ghostly voice, Harp moaned, "Despair Bel..." He shrugged. "What did it mean? I know... you're dangerous. You're a demon, after all." He paused. "Or is there... something else?"