Bre regarded Helkior carefully. With a scratchy voice she said, "you look like Death. But you are too young to be Death. He has no beginning and you said earlier that your at least 3000 years old." She sat up on her bed and patted the spot next to her. "You have horns." She said as she gingerly touched them. "And wings," she traced the veins in those too. "Plus the tail." She held off on touching that. "You are not the devil because I've seen him and he isn't you. That must mean you're a demon. Of what sort I don't know, but when you were hit. I knew I'd seen your kind before." She sighed and closed her eyes, thinking back to her comma and how she had felt she was trapped in hell.<br/>She shivered from the memory and cold, instinctively leaning towards the warmest thing close by which was Helkior. She leaned against his side, osmosis warmth was better then none.