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The shrieks of the other child’s outrage and fear still rang in the small boy’s ears as he streaked down the street, clutching a small package to his heaving chest as he ran.
“Teufel! Teufel! Schnell töten!” A woman’s voice cried after him as he ran. More voices raised and soon he could hear people chasing him. Sick with panic the boy ducked into the closest building he could find and stowed away in a small cabinet, hitting his head in his haste. It wasn’t long before he picked up on the sounds of people approaching.
“warum muss ich es machen?” An slightly irritated voice sounded.
“Probier es mal aus ...”
“Du bist nicht von diesen dingen verängstigt, John.” Two others cried further back.
“Fein, dann werde ich es tun....verdammte feiglinge...” The first voice growled and came closer. Peeking through the cabinet the boy felt his eyes grow wide as he recognized a small creature attempting to hide under a bench. Seeing him the creature grew excited and came out of hiding, running under the one called John’s foot.
“Hab dich gefunden!” He cried and drew a sword.
Before he even knew it, the child was out of hiding and throwing his arms around the small creature, blocking the other’s attack. It had happened too quick for him to pull back and the blade went through the child’s right shoulder. He didn't even cry out... He thought carefully removing the weapon and bending down to see how badly the younger boy was injured. The other sat eyes shut tight, clinging to the hobgoblin that he had attempted to slay and mumbling a string of jumbled sounds that sounded familiar.
“Please don’t hurt him. Don’t him. Please, please don’t hurt him. I’ll give it back..” The older boy smiled and chuckled softly at the green haired child.
“You’re not human are you little one?” He smirked as the boy opened his eyes and turned to face him. His bright blue eyes burning brightly as he curled his young face into a fanged snarl. The younger of the two narrowed his eyes at the strange violet haired boy who spoke his language.
“You’re going to hurt him aren’t you!?” He growled and stood, glaring at the smirking teen. “I won’t let you!” He snapped.
“I promise I won’t hurt your pet...” The teenager laughed and put away the sword. “I’m Samael.” He stated and held out his hand. Samael knew this child well without needing to meet him. The younger boy was the same as him, a demon, a half breed, trapped in Assiah were their kind didn't belong.
“Ist alles in Ordnung da unten?” A voice called from the stairwell.
“Ja.” Samael called back up the stairs. “Stay here.”
“Behemoth...” The younger boy said bending to pick up the hobgoblin at his feet. “His name is Behemoth...” He continued looking back up at Samael with his striking blue eyes.
“Behemoth.” He repeated and smiled turning back to the stairs.