*The two strangers looked around quietly.*
Raphael: No one familiar here, I made sure of that. No one will know you two. We'll just look like indentical triplets.
*The two strangers remove their hoods.*
Ris: Wha? You're all... the same!
Raphael: Actually, no. Razael is of Demon blood and has a shock of red and black hair. Tyravael is of Angel blood and has white and gold hair. I, myself am of Death's kin and have silver and blonde hair.
Ris: It's hard to tell you and Tyravael apart...
Raphael: Tyravael thinks more than I do, and is more... divine, shall we say? And Tyravael...
Tyravael: Yes?
Raphael: You died back at my manor...
Tyravael: But you took my soul, and the Gods rewarded me for my services... and because Lord Apollyon favored the three of us.
Raphael: I see. It is good to have you back in the land of the living.
Tyravael: It is good to be living.