DAMON'S ARMY

"A-and?" She asked again to the man who rolled his eyes.

"You are still the same. Curious about each and everything under the sky, aren't you?" 

"What do you mean by that? You just told me that you are my brother whom I lost like thousands of years ago and expect me to be not confused or curious?" 

"Whatever, this is not the time for our conversation. If you still plan to kill him, I might have to tie you up somewhere." 

"You are st-still an angel?" She asked again.

"What do I look like?" He asked turning his body completely as if she had to inspect him.

"A total Devil. If I am being brutally honest, you look more like a Devil than him."

"Thanks, I guess. Being called a Devil is a better honor than being a puppet called Angel." He scoffed before getting up.

"Da-Damon?" She called as she watched him walk to the cottage.