Shiro sighed and stepped back from the group. "No, I do not doubt them. spirit's exist, they are what give a person validity upon the solid relm as a entity, they disperse upon death, souls are the bearers of sin and charity, they pass on to the netherrelm and I am one of the guids for those misbegotten souls" he closed his eyes and spread his arms. "If you do not belive me. allow me to show you" the building was filled with a rushing black cloud of feathers, from the depths of the featherstorm two red eyes glowed like pits in to hell. a voice rang out, echoing through their sculls, it bypassed their ears. "I am the Son of Death Incarnate. I think I know about Souls." the fethers were fading as they hit the ground, the figure became visible, huge, weilding a scythe, black feathered wings, horns curling round his head.