Well, he was, but well, he got zapped away as we entered the Earth's atmosphere!
"Who is this boy?!" Dimitris asked as he focused his attention back on the boy with the flute.
"I'm not sure, but something about him is a lie. He managed to kill three of us already. I'm the last one standing. But if we can retrieve the souls, we can get them back in the fountain at least."
Dimitris, with his legs still giving a slight shake, responded, "Right. Uh, can you even fight though?"
Blood leaked from the man's mouth as he stated, "Probably not, so I will lean on you."
"I will—" Dimitris began, but was interrupted as the boy started playing the flute again.
The boy spoke as he walked forward, "And what is the Angelic race doing down here? Not that it matters much. My king expected the Angelic to tear each other apart at some point."
"Tear us... what? Why would we ever?!" Dimitris exclaimed.