Anthony Edward Stark

"Valtiel. I have two attendants: the executioner, my hands, and Valtiel, my eyes. Or at least, that's what the stories call them."

The silverware was now shifting to make strange symbols on the counter.

"It's a bad idea to invite either of them directly here, so I would need a mirror. Once they've been invited, they can come back whenever they want. And you guys are not ready to meet the Executioner again."

He was, after all, attracted to guilt and sin. Everyone has guilt or sin on their shoulders.

"Does anyone have a mirror with them?"