The Angel Of Death
"Well then, let me teach you it!"
Before he could do his attack, his eyes widened at the attack Tenshi made. It was for a brief moment and he smiles, eyes at the souls directing their attack at the cube. Ah when it breaks their chance is lost. He lowered his head, facing the furious face of the lost boy.
"I've done it, Keisuke. This is for all the games and pain you've caused us," Tenshi grunted, withdrawing the dagger that's been dug deep to the Angel of Death's skin. "Sweet dreams."