Dark arts

Oswald was unwilling to display any of his feelings to the stranger, on the outside, he acted as calm as possible. "I'm just Ozzy. I do know what you are, but not who. I might say we're on the same side, that we have common interests, but just like you my time is limited."

Whereas on the inside, he was shouting at himself. 'This must be one of his twisted jokes! This is ridiculously cruel! You damned angel!'

"Truth comes out of your mouth but your voice distorts it in a way I can't understand. And this stench that sticks to your skin and hair, it reeks death. Are you not a demon?"

Oswald shook his head, forgetting it was useless in front of blind people. "I can't accurately answer your question. Wouldn't you fight to survive, witch? Why are you willing to sacrifice more of yourself to live this miserably?"

One finger on her mouth and her head tilting to the side, she chuckled. "Because I'm happy with the children and it is all I wished for when I asked him in exchange of...-"