Krystol heard wailing a few streets down. That was not a 'I want my mummy' cry, it was a 'I'm in pain and I hate this person' cry. Well, 'I hate this mischevious person.' You see, Angels can understand baby. Sprinting, he made his way over to the location of the incident, and regarded the smirking demon. "I don't understand what you find so entertaining about hurting children..." He tutted. "Do you?"