"Probably, yes." Valdis said, tearing off another piece of the roll and eating it, again, swallowing it without tasting it at all. "But that takes time away from other things..."

Which was a good thing, despite her stubbornness.

"In a way." A pause, "Hellhounds are also known as soul reapers, but we don't aid souls into Heaven or Hell. I suppose you could say that we steal them from Death. They receive no salvation. It's a terrible fate, waiting as a collective to be broken down and consumed to fuel another life. The energy is exchanged for healing, even from death...my kind are monsters, but, lacking souls of their own, they have no remorse."