Vincent stared at the girl. She had to be 11 or so, with oddly purple eyes. And to be so young, she was so angry... Why was she glaring at them? What did thy do to deserve such hostility from a kid? "What...problem? There's a problem?" She then ridiculed them for not being dead, only making Vincent blink in confusion. "Yeah well..." He ran fingers through his hair. "I do believe that's the opposite of a problem." His eyes went over the girl once more. She definitely looked human, but so did Sandal and he knew what situation that put him in. So, this could only get worse, or get better. ...And by that glare, better didn't sound like it would come fast enough. 

"Sorry kid, I don't." He responded before she began to boast about who she was. Well, all she got out was the fact that her name was Mary and she was an Angel. Angels...Angels were the good guys. But then his thoughts returned to Sandal. Sure he was a 'good guy' but he sure didn't act like one sometimes. [i]'Uh, no offense.'[/i] He thought, not knowing what kind of powers the guy had. Pun phased by the sudden commotion, Vincent then watched Kiara shoot down a stray lizard demon. "Hm, he must've escaped the currents. Well, he's dead now." 

He watched as Kiara teased Mary and then Mary kicked dirt over the corpse. "You're an angel." Slowly, Vincent's brain was racking over the details, even though they were few. Despite not expressing it, he was pretty smart. The shadows seemed to eat at the demon, and Vincent narrowed his eyes. Eventually, he was going to place his finger on it. 

[i] "You're nice. I like you!"[/i]

That snapped him from his thoughts, and he looked down at Mary. He chuckled lightly and then smiled. "Thanks kid." Before Kiara could strangle the kid, he put his hands up to stop her from going any farther. "Kiara relax. She's just a kid...I think. You arguing is only making her-" Feeling the light tugging on his clothes, sent a few cold chills down his back. The sudden indescribable feeling almost made him sick to his stomach. "W...Huh?" He snapped out of it and glanced down at Mary. "She's not going to bite, relax. I thought angels were the good ones." 

Turning around to pat her head, he then noticed the fabric of his clothes disappearing. "Whoa." He stepped forward, pulling away from Mary. "I understand you're upset but you can't destroy my clothes. I kind of need these. Even if they're wet." That's when it him. The pieces of the puzzle and all that jazz. "Angel of Death. That's what you were saying wasn't it? You were planning on doing that while afterlife thing?" His clothes were less of his worries now, at least it didn't deteriorate entirely. He was still covered, at least from what he could see. 

"Oh, I'm Vincent by the way, but you can call me Vin. And that's Kiara." If she was the Angel of Death, it was probably for the best to stay on her good side.