Prologue

"I am hungry", a young boy thought as he made his way through a back alley. "I want food".

The maze of alleys he was walking aimlessly through was dark. Garbage and waste littered the ground. He carefully hopped over a body that had been dead for far too long to get even a scrap of a meal. Not that he would, he wasn't a vulture after all. Had to have some standards.

The only indicator that any of this bothered the boy was a slight twitch of his blank face. "gross", the boy thought when his bare foot almost stepped on what looked to be a large rat eating another smaller rat.

A slight rumble could be heard from the boy's stomach. He hated when it did that. He was competent enough to remember that he was hungry and did not need reminders. He continued his seemingly random wandering.

The thin boy then made his way out of the of the dirty alley into a street filled with merchants trying to sell their wares to passerby's who couldn't care less. Occasionally one or two dense weaklings would fall for their tricks, but the majority would just ignore them.

The boy, while making sure his coat kept his body and face from view, shifted through the crowd trying to find something to sate his hunger. The coat, if it could be called that, was a rag of a thing. Dark brown, almost black, in coloration. It was clearly supposed to a few sizes to big for his delicate frame but looked as though the sleeves and bottom were torn so that he could wear it without tripping over himself.

Looking around he saw that while there were a lot of weaklings busying themselves in the street, none of them even spared a glance at his covered figure. "unfortunate", the boy thought in displeasure. Not that it showed on his blank face, if anyone could see his under his hood, they wouldn't have even known he was slightly disgruntled.

"Disappointment", he knew that if he didn't find any food his stomach would rumble again. He did not enjoy when it did that. He knew that he was hungry and was competent enough to remember that without a reminder.

As he continued his wondering through the street, passing food vendors along the way, he was silently hoping that one of the weaklings would stop him. Yes, while he could just steal food from the vendors, quite easily in fact, he had other more appetizing treats in mind.

Figuring that he wasn't getting lucky with his current method anytime soon, he decided to bring attention to himself.

Stopping in the center of a large crowd, the boy slowly loosened the firm grip he had over his power, letting only a sliver escape. But it seems that it was enough in this cesspool of weaklings, because at that moment seven pairs of eyes turned and gazed at him.

"Bingo." He quickly made it look like his prone position had been more because he was exhausted and less that it was intentional. It would be strange for a child to be in a stagnant position while in a bustling street. He cursed his slight mistake. 'The lack of food must be affecting my decision making more than I thought," he admonished. And indeed, it was, he never would have been so reckless as to let even the slightest hint of his power leave him in an area so crowded.

"But it won't be a problem much longer", the boy thought in slight satisfaction when he felt the eyes on him.

Acting like a street rat dawdling close to the vendors for a bit longer, while simultaneously feeling out for the seven presences, he occasionally let out another sliver of his energy. Making sure none got too bored and wandered away. Slowly, he walked back to the entrance of maze of alleys he came through to get to the street. Keeping in mind where he stepped, he went around corner after corner, the shadows in the already dark alleys seemingly getting larger as he carefully navigated through the filth. The air getting slightly colder.

After several minutes he got bored of the game his followers were trying to play and stopped. "This should be far enough", the boy knew that even if any passerby's heard them, they wouldn't interfere. They were too worried about their own lives to do anything. Even if it meant a small, innocent child was going to be eaten, they'd look the other way.

"Trash", the boy thought when he spotted a beggar quickly jump up and walk away. "All of them, trash."

Even as seven large imposing figures slunk out of the large shadows around him, the tiny child remained still. One he noticed had the scent of fresh blood, "Probably from that weakling bum that left me here to die", he thought in satisfaction. "Good riddance."

The seven that surrounded him were abominations in every aspect, with body parts ranging from a disgusting slug like lower body to something that looked to be that an elephant head mixed with some type of bipedal cow. The cloaked child's usual blank face had a slight twitch of the nose, as if he had smelt something rather fowl.

When the stray devils surrounded him on all sides, the one who smelt like fresh blood, spoke. "Damn we're really scraping from the bottom of the barrel if we're getting excited for this small thing. He won't even be able to last a bite."

"Beggars can't be choosers, you know that." This time it was what looked to be a zebra with muscular normal people arms. "If you don't want it, that just leaves more for us."

The largest one, elephant head, sensing an argument, snapped, "If you two keep at it, neither of you are getting a bite!" This silenced the other two instantly, worried they might miss out on the largest meal they had seen in a while.

"If it's a cute girl can we have some fun with her first?!" a demented looking hippo-like creature shouted, intent written clearly in its eyes.

"No! I'm fucking hungry!" Zebra yelled out as it got angry again, temper flaring.

"Well I'm fucking horny!" Hippo yelled back, clearly frustrated that he was being denied what looked to be an easy target.

Elephant head, getting angry at it's two allies for arguing when food was silently waiting to be eaten, spoke in a measured voice, "Food now, fuck later", you know the rules."

"Yeah, sorry boss", despite hippo's apology it was still swearing loudly.

With his minions taken care of, Elephant head looked at the boy. "Ha! You are truly nothing but a scrap, aren't you! But as a thank you for being so polite as to wait on my friends to cease their bickering, I'll let you have your final words! And take off that hood! I want to see the fear in your eyes." He spoke all of this while smiling widely. Excited by the prospect of his first decent meal in days.

Slowly the diminutive figure reached up and took off his hood, long bone white hair flowing down to the middle of his back as he did so. The stray devils were struck out of their rising excitement. "Beautiful", one whispered out.

A small smile stretched over his doll like face with blood red eyes glowing with hunger driven madness. They could all see the tiny fangs peek from his lips as he spoke one word in a monotone that chilled them all to their cores, even more than the darkness that was rapidly closing in.

"Food."

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-Elephant-head-

"Monster", was what Ed thought staring in horror as two of his companions were butchered before he could blink an eye. The little nightmare not even trying as it sliced through them with ease.

"Complete and absolute monster." He thought, still frozen. They didn't have time to think before two more of them were in pieces.

It turned to his two other strays, madness twisting its way onto its childish face in a demented smile, red eyes gleaming.

"The fuck just happened!"

"It was a flu-! ", his other lackey was cut off when the creature slashed its hand through his neck, decapitating him. Blood not even flowing until the head fell off his body.

"So fast!", Ed couldn't believe it. His eyes couldn't even track it! And he was about to be a high-class knight before he killed his master. That's why these six followed him. They were all middle-class pawns before they banded together to kill their king. Together they should have been able to handle anything this backwater district threw at him.

He blinked and his last two lackeys were taken down. One bisected cleanly in two with the other screaming in pain because both arms were ripped off and were being used to slap him in the face.

When Ed glanced at the small demon it looked like it had calmed down. As it's face was back to that blank look, almost as though the demon was bored.

Ed then realized one important fact. He hadn't moved. The terror that this beast caused him left him frozen and shaking, a wet spot growing under him.

"There's no way I can take him on and survive!" he thought desperately trying to get his body to move. "Luckily that beast looks distracted." With the beast seemingly focused on lightly slapping the mess of a panther head and human body, the victim all the while screaming loudly.

"This is my chance!" Ed thought as he willed his body to move. Just as he turned away from the demented scene to run, he fell face first to the ground, pain exploding from both knees. Glancing down, they looked to be skewered with broken pieces of bone. Looking back, he sees that the monster hadn't moved positions.

However, one of the arms on the ground had been ripped apart, the bone that's supposed to be in the forearm, missing.

Even with both his legs out of commission, he grits his teeth and continues trying to get away. Away from the monster.

The screaming suddenly stopped, everything going silent. He hears light steps coming his way and looks back and sees the monster in the form of a beautifully crafted doll slowly walking towards him. Long white hair flowing with blood speckled on its enchanting face. Hopping over the blood and gore left in its wake as though it didn't want to get any dirtier than it already was.

"Let me go! I'll give you anything! I'll serve you for the rest of my life!" Ed tried to plead with this beast, but it just kept navigating its way through the mess it made. "I could help you find more to eat! Devils that taste delicious, angels that taste so divine!" he continued to grovel. "If those don't suite your tastes, I have more friends you could have! They are far tastier than me!", he tried as tears of fear and pain left his eyes.

But as the monster continued to near him, he stopped shouting and started weeping even more. By the time it stopped in front of him he could only utter one phrase.

"Please…", he whimpered looking up at the savage beast.

As he gazed up into those terrifyingly empty red eyes, he heard one simple word spoken in a voice devoid of emotion.

"Trash."

And he was no more.

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The boy sighed.

"They weren't very tasty." He mumbled to himself quietly. "This trash was barely able to calm my belly down."

He looked over the massacre he had caused, which despite the limbs and decapitated bodies strewn around, was relatively clean. He didn't like messes. His gaze lingered on the body with the arms torn off, it had a cute cat head, but the body was horrible to look at. "I don't know why but that makes me extremely irked." It's as though the thought of something so cute on something so ugly was just wrong.

"I did the world a favor by getting rid of that thing." He said this as he goes to kick it for good measure. "I just wish their blood wasn't so foul smelling." Hell even their souls were gross.

"At least I could stomach them." He thought as he was walking away, the shadows receding with him.

Pulling his hood up, careful to tuck in his hair, he made sure it was covering his face properly before continuing his wandering. He didn't make it very far before he heard a deep voice.

"Well aren't you an interesting one."

He slowly came to a stop, not showing he was surprised someone was competent enough to hide their presence from him in this district of the underworld. He spoke out in a dry tone. "No." And started walking, this time not stopping even when the voice spoke again.

"Oh? And what makes you say that?" the voice, which was closer now, asked. "A child who looks as though he's five just killed seven strays that most high-class devils would have trouble with at the same time." This was said mockingly, as if the situation was amusing.

"Because they were weaklings", he said in that same bored tone.

The voice let out a deep chuckle at that, "Ha! I like that answer!" The voice was then silent for a few moments before continuing, "You hardly got a meal out of them I bet."

At this, the boy stopped. His eyes widening slightly. Already alert senses going into overdrive. A being that could hide from his senses stumbling upon him eating was bound to happen sooner or later, however small the chances were. He had already dealt with those kinds of situations once or twice. Those unfortunate's blood and souls were delicious. But a being who could actually tell that he was eating their souls? That was unprecedented.

"Yes, I suppose such tainted and torn souls wouldn't be very appetizing." The words getting more and more mocking.

"You are correct." The boy said this as he was stretching his senses to their limit. He had to find whatever this was. So he could run in the opposite direction.

Suddenly he felt arms wrap around him and pick him up, two soft globes pressed against the back of his head. His hood was pulled back, a seductive voice, not that he could tell due to his age, whispered in his ear, "You aren't going to find him, darling."

Eyes fully widened in panic, he started to squirm violently, trying to get away. But the arms held strong.

"Ah, inexperience at its finest." The deep voice was speaking again. "But I guess your reaction is warranted, after all, you probably hadn't felt the touch of another in so long... Well, at least not one that was being so gentle with you."

And despite the one who held him being as gentle as she could, he was still trying to get away. He would have kept it up too, if not for the one who held him breathing, "Be calm." in his ear, his skin tingling from wear her breath touched.

Almost forcefully his rising fear was squashed, he stopped his squirming and relaxed. Blank face returning, his breath coming in a much calmer pace than before.

"There you go, darling." That same enchanting voice spoke softly to him.

"Now that you're somewhat calmed, I guess we can chat now can't we.

He still couldn't sense where the voice was coming from. "Come out now." He said, getting tired of this game. Hopefully the being would humor him but all he heard was dark laughter.

"So cold. Why don't you ask politely then we'll see if I'll heed your request."

"No." he flat out rejected. He didn't know what the word polite meant. So why would he agree to it?

"Shame, I'll just be a voice in the shadows then."

"Fine. Now what do you want?"

"You are rather direct, aren't you? I like that." All amusement gone from his voice the voice asks, "How often are you hungry? For souls, I mean."

The boy wasn't going to lie, he did not know how too. So he said without hesitation, "All the time."

It was the truth. He's been without blood for so long, for he wasn't going to give any of the trash around him the privilege of having their blood drank by him, that he hungers for souls constantly. His body's way of trying to regain balance after so long without one of his main sources of energy.

"And you haven't had any blood in years have you?" the voice said with fake pity.

"No." His voice got slightly more strained.

"Thought so." The voice spoke again, satisfaction evident in his tone. "And what if I said I knew about a large, powerful soul being left unprotected. Just waiting to be gobbled up."

"I wouldn't believe you." The boy bluntly answered.

"And why is that?"

The boy's eyes narrow slightly as he states, "Because you're creepy."

When he says this, he feels the woman holding him, who had been silent until now, shake slightly. Tensing up in preparation of an attack, he didn't expect to hear a song like laughter from her. "It's not like he's wrong you know." She says between chuckles. "You are rather creepy."

"Yes." The voice draws, "I suppose I am."

When the woman behind the boy calms down the voice states, "Well what if I'm not lying?"

"But you are"

"I am not."

"Yes, you are."

"I'm telling you the truth!"

"Prove it."

"Fine. Woman do it."

"It will be my pleasure."

As she whispered those words he felt the pressure of the two large orbs on his back let off, and then, not even bothering to put him down, he was spun around to face the woman that had held him far longer than anyone in recent memory.

She was stunning, even to a boy who had no experience with females. Her gorgeous, pale face was framed by long, thick, black hair. Her eyes were a deep purple. She wore a shrine maiden outfit that did nothing to hide her magnificent curves. The chest area especially stretched.

Her lips were on his in an instant. The woman was surprised, "His lips are so soft." She thought as she took advantage of his surprise and slipped her tongue in his mouth. "He tastes sweet." She could end up getting addicted to this sensation. "And he's only a child!" she exclaimed in her head, her mind getting hazy. She snapped out of it when she remembered what she was supposed to be doing. "Shit. I almost messed up." And with that in mind, she started feeding the boy a bit of her soul.

During all this, the boy didn't know what to do. He had no energy to fight back or even move for that matter. And he was being force fed someone's soul. Who cares if it's the best soul he had ever tasted in his life? "So good." The boy hazily thought as he was fed more and more of the woman's soul.

The woman started to become unsteady and took this as the signal to stop. With slight disappointment she disconnected their lips with a wet pop. A string of saliva left behind. Both were left blushing and panting for different reasons. The woman because of a growing dampness between her legs and, the boy because he was basically drunk off all the new sensations he was experiencing.

"Do you believe me now? That woman is one of the few mortals in existence with the ability to control her soul to that extent. She just gave you half of her being."

The woman was still recovering when the boy looked at her. "You smell nice. I want your blood now."

The woman still in a euphoric trance, couldn't help but give a slight chuckle. "Heh, maybe next time darling." At this the boys head tilted, "Next? Time?" the boy asked a bit confused. "Yes, next time."

"Okay." The boy said, red eyes staring into purple.

"Is your stomach satisfied?" the voice asked.

The boy shook his head.

"thought so, and are you hungry for more?"

This time, the boy nodded.

"Now believe me when I tell you that there's an easy, powerful, tasty soul all for you. All you have to do is listen to my instructions." You could practically hear the smile in his voice.

Again, the boy nodded

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A few hours earlier

Shuri was expecting a pleasant evening of taking care of her daughter tonight. A normal end to a normal day just spending time with her beautiful Akeno. Maybe some nice, hard, kinky sex with her husband if he came home. Baraquil had been away for far too long after all, and that deserved punishment.

She was not, however, expecting a loud knock. And a figure wrapped in a cloak that seemed to meld into the shadows he cast, to show up at her door. Its very presence felt like it was sucking all the life from the air around it.

She was scared out of her wits. The evilness of this creature's soul was so constricting it physically hurt. But still, she had a daughter to protect. And if she was this scared, her daughter was horrified. After all, Akeno had shown to be even more sensitive to wicked spirits than her, the prodigy of the himejima clan

Putting on a brave face and preparing for her death, which would thankfully notify her husband that something was wrong, she asked what it wanted.

"What do you want?" She spoke loudly, trying to put on a brave face.

All she got was a deep menacing laugh that made images of her and her daughter's death pass through her mind.

"I want you to do something for me."

A few hours and a quick teleport to the underworld later. She was in a dirty alley, holding a child that was as light as a feather in her arms. Though only after using the distraction the being gave to put a powerful seal on his back. She wasn't taking any chances.

She saw what he did to those strays. She saw him rip them apart while simultaneously eating their souls. All that strength at such a young age is ridiculous. He looks even younger than akeno! The thought filled her with sadness. What he must have gone through… The implications alone were enough to make her pity the boy. Despite knowing what he was.

There's only one race that can pull souls the way he did.

Once she realized this, she figured out why the being forced her to do this. She knew how to calm spirits with ease. While not a spirit, this boy's body was heavily connected to his soul. And that was all she needed.

When the dark being told her that she was going to be feeding part of her soul to a monster, she pictured something far more evil and disgusting to look at. But the boy she was holding looked and felt truly innocent, like he wouldn't hurt a fly. It was clear that this young reaper saw those strays as food and nothing more.

Why would a reaper need blood?" Was going through her head when she heard that bit of the conversation. "And on that note, reapers only harvest souls. They don't eat them."

While she was still confused by their conversation. She knew her job when the being called on her. And although, there were other less sensual ways force feeding someone your soul, this adorable doll of a child was a sweety and pushed all her buttons. Plus, she wanted to see an expression other than apathy on that pretty face.

And by god was it the right choice.

Honestly, she had only felt bliss even close to this when beraqiel was screaming his loudest in agony. Yet even she, who prided over the fact that she was a master class sadist, could never think of harming this innocent soul. Some teasing would be nice though.

Panting she backed off, taking her tongue out of his mouth. She smiled at his face, cheeks getting more flushed, "He looks simply adorable." she thought as she saw the child's doll like face breathing slightly harder with his cheeks flushed red.

She snapped out of it when dazed red eyed boy focused on her and said, "You smell nice, I want your blood now."

It was almost as if he was granting her a great honor by stating he wanted her blood. And maybe he was. "Heh, maybe next time darling." She said this even though she knew that he would likely die when he did the being's task. The sheer level of contempt for the boy she could hear in its voice was astounding. It was amazing the child couldn't hear it.

Maybe he just isn't used to social interaction and can't pick up the cues? Whatever. Doesn't change that fact that even if the boy refused, she had little doubt that the being would simply kill him right here.

"Next? Time?" the boy said with a confused tilt of the head that made her heart beat a bit faster.

"Yes, next time." She lied, flinching as his eyes met hers.

"Ok."

He said it like he believed her without a doubt. As if there was no way she was lying. "Did he even know what a lie was?" The thought made her heart clench.

"So pure." She spoke silently to herself. The realization of what she was helping that demon do fully hitting her.

Anything for akeno. She steeled herself. "As long as it doesn't turn it's sight on akeno it will all be fine." She tried telling herself resolutely.

When the boy eventually agreed to hear the being out, she put him down and but didn't take the seal that was weakening him off. Cause no matter how calm he appeared to be; it wouldn't take much to frighten him again. And if that happens, she knew that he could kill her without batting an eye.

"Woman, you may go back now. Your assistance isn't needed any more."

Her eyes widened. "Wait! At least let me take the seal o-! "

The last thing she saw was empty red eyes staring back at her. Before she could finish her sentence, she was suddenly in front of the door to her house.

Unlocking the barrier seal on her door she quickly made a dash for her daughter in her room. She had put Akeno under a sleep spell. While she felt bad, it had to be done. Akeno was too frightened by that vile presence to do anything other than whimper, and when she said she had to leave it only made it worse

When she made it to the room, she immediately went to hug her daughter, hoping to find comfort in holding her. She just sentences a child to death. Burning in hell is what she deserved after this.

"Kaa san what's wrong?" the girl asked worriedly.

"Nothing baby." She said as she held her daughter close. Taking comfort in the fact Akeno was safe and in her arms.

"Kaa san, I had another bad dream."

"Oh? And are you ok?" Nightmares were normal for a child as sensitive to spirits as she was, so it wouldn't be too hard to believe that she thought that the presence she felt was another one.

"Yea only this one was really scary. It wasn't like any I had before." She said this while looking more and more frightened. "It felt like I was going to die."

As her daughters scared amethyst eyes looked up at her, she put on a comforting smile. "Everything's ok now."

As long as her daughter was safe and sound, she could live with the memory of those beautiful, empty, red eyes staring at her, fully believing that he'd see her again, and all the guilt carried with it.

"Everything's ok now." She told Akeno again, soothing her daughter.

"Kaa san's here."

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-With the boy-

He watched as the woman who smelt so good teleport away, blank eyes staring apathetically where the woman had been. His face fell into a small frown. He didn't want her to go. She smelt good. A relief in this filthy place.

"Someday I will taste of her blood." The boy told himself. "In a cleaner place of course."

He wouldn't forget what she said but now's not the time to dwell on that. He was still in a potentially deadly situation. And this voice said there was an even larger, more powerful soul that he could get easily.

Finally getting over the awesome soul he was forced to snack on. The boy smoothly stood up, quickly tucking in his hair and pulling his hood up he as did so. In a cold emotionless tone, he addressed the voice.

"Tell me." He demanded. He disliked pointless dawdling and his belly was reminding him that he was hungry again.

"You just ate a large portion of a Himejima Clan Princess's soul, and yet you still hunger? Truly you are insatiable."

"I don't know what half of what you said means, now tell me." He was getting annoyed now.

"Fine. But listen to my instructions carefully, understand?"

The boy gave a small nod. This wasn't the first time the first time he had listened to a stranger. Just the first he hadn't had any intention of eating afterwards as payment for allowing his ears to grace their voices. Not that he wouldn't eat the voices soul in a heartbeat, he just couldn't sense it. And it was dangerous.

He didn't care about the unpleasant feeling he got whenever the voice spoke. All he wanted was more food. Food stops the uncomfortable sensation in his belly.

'Even my senses are dampened." The boy lamented. He had to figure out the problem. His usual chaotic power he had to keep such a firm grip on was almost tame for once. It was kind of nice. Too bad it sapped most of his strength too.

"Are you even listening!?"

He shook his head. It was difficult for him to keep listening when the voice was saying so many words.

"You're boring." The boy said.

And while yes, the boy was getting bored, he was also slightly distracted.

The voice was clearly starting to get frustrated asked, "Listen boy! Can you read?"

The boy shook his head. Reading has no use to him, so why would he bother to learn it.

"Damn it… Well you'll just have to try and pay attention then. Though you'll probably be going in blind, since I doubt you could remember the full details… Stupid child."

"…Is he insulting me?" the boy asked himself. He couldn't really tell. This is the most anyone had spoken to him, he usually got bored and ate them before they could get very far.

"I'll simplify it so your feeble mind can remember."

"Ok now I know there's a slight possibility that I might be getting insulted." The boy's face, which had gone back to his normal apathy after he got over the woman leaving, broke into another slight frown.

"Hurry up." He told him. The sooner he leaves, the sooner he could fully focus on whatever is taking away taking away his strength. "Maybe if I get rid of it before he gets done, I could eat him. Well, after I find him." With this thought, the boy doubled the effort he was putting into finding the block.

"Fine, although, you might want to listen closer this time." The voice spoke knowingly. "The soul you want is at the gremory estate." It said as though that bit of information meant anything to the boy.

"So?" he tilted his head. Feeling satisfaction when he finally located whatever was blocking his powers. It was a rectangle in the middle of his back.

"…Ok you know what I'll just teleport outside the Gremory's territory. The soul you want belongs to this girl."

A photo of a girl's face popped in front of his him.

"She's pretty." He thought as he took in the picture. The girl looked to be a few years older than him. She had a cute face already hinting at the beauty she would be, with long crimson hair that was almost the exact same shade as his eyes. But it was her eyes that captivated the boy the most. Even through a picture her blue-green eyes were breathtaking.

"She will be in one of the rooms on the third floor." The voice continued, "Lord and Lady Gremory have a meeting on the other side of the underworld in two days so that will be the best time to sneak in. Her brother is leading said meeting, so he won't be a problem either." The voice spoke purposefully avoiding saying the satan's name. "All you have to do is sneak past the guards."

"Can I eat them." The boy asked innocently.

"No, you may only eat the girl"

"Why?" now he was confused.

"Because you cause a mess when you eat."

The boy's blank face abruptly morphed into a dark scowl. Eyes narrowing, he asked, "What?" His monotone replaced with ice.

"Yes, you are SUCH a messy eater." The voice edged on, happy to finally get a reaction out of him. After the woman left, the boy hadn't moved a muscle and since he had a hood up, the voice couldn't see his face. "You reek of your last meals blood."

Slightly trembling with anger, the boy's careful probing of the seal on his back became a harsh torrent of energy.

"But as I was saying, you can't eat or be seen by the guards. If they call for reinforcements, you won't be able to have your true prize." The voice said, still dripping with satisfaction from getting under the child's skin.

"You're annoying." The boy told the voice. Raw power pushing against the seal. He wasn't paying attention to it anymore, he was pissed, but the seal was weakening rapidly.

"I suppose I am taking a bit too much enjoyment from this. But it can't be helped, this is the most fun I've had in years." The voice was speaking loudly now, the smell of death reaching the boy's nose.

Suddenly, the boys trembling stopped, the tag on his back burning away.

"Hey mister voice." The boy addressed it almost sweetly, a stark contrast from the ice-like tone he was using just a few seconds ago.

"What?" the voice asked put off by the drastic change in behavior.

The boy looked up, red eyes gleaming with madness. The air started to grow heavy with the child's anger, bloodlust quickly replacing the feeling of death in the air.

"Found you." He revealed with glee, looking right where the voice was melded with the shadows on the wall.

The body the voice was coming from didn't even have time to move as he was forcefully launched from his hiding place into the air, looking like a ragdoll.

Several tendrils of darkness shot from the shadows of the walls around them. Piercing its arms and legs, also wrapping around its torso. The body was in the shape of an X.

Staring up at his food, the boy's already wide grin grew. With a tilt of his head, the tendrils in the limbs pulled while the three rapped around the middle got tighter. Brutally ripping the body apart in the process, causing a shower of blood and gore to cover the boy's coat and face.

All of this happened in seconds. Silence once again fell on the dark alley. The tendrils sank back into the shadows as the boy rained in his power. His face went back to its usual expressionless look.

"Huh?" the boy was confused when he couldn't find a soul to eat.

"Where is it?" This had never happened before.

He stood there trying for a few more minutes before he turned. "I am not messy" he spoke irritation as he hopped over what looked like a spleen.

He didn't take another glance at what was left of the mangled corpse, Pieces of it were scattered all over the area.

A black cloak was nowhere to be seen.

Still walking, the boy wondered why he couldn't find the soul when he killed Mister Voice.

"At least, that weird lady's snack will hold me over."

Images of the pretty girl from the picture went through his his head.

"Gremory huh?" he spoke after a moment. His light steps being the only source of sound in the alley. Even the rats weren't making any noise.

"Cool."

AN: hey guys, first fic here as you can probably tell. I have some cool ideas floating around my head and I thought why not start with the easiest? My writings a bit sloppy but I'll get better no worries! The process would be faster with some help, so feedback is appreciated. I'll probably have biweekly updates so there's that. Let me know what you think! Also those were my first fight scenes ever so cut me some slack plz.

(Tried to express the excitement I'm feeling as I'm typing this)

Edit: I posted the rough draft before fixing the mistakes, it was like 5am and I was tiirred. So sorry to any who had to read that. This should be better.