A tall man stood on the edge of a clearing, watching the scene before him. His broad back held large bat-like wings that were tucked against his back, his thick black hair fell slightly past his shoulders, parting for the long, curved horns atop his head. A crown of fire hovered in-between the horns, bright and blood red. His trousers were black and torn at the bottom, and he wore nothing upon his feet, but stood still in the snow, A long, slender tail whipped to the side before curling around his thigh, the skin red with a pointed tip. Strapped to his hip was a long sword, it's hilt glinting with an amber jewel, along with the gleaming jewels that where incrusted into the blade.

He was, in every sense of the title, The Devil. And he was, at the moment, watching the male in the clearing before him, the one he raised as his own son, spar against lower demons. He, unlike the lower beings, had a mortal look, being tall and slender, not as muscular as his father, with white hair that fell into his bright blue eyes. He held his true father's sword in his hands, parrying and delivering blows easily with the sliver blade. The Devil was proud of his son, Demon, despite not being fully his.

He watched in mild fascination, about to take his leave and let the boy alone to his training, when he saw the binds. Only he saw them, invisible to the others, especially his son, to whom the bindings were wrapped around. The Devil quickly eyed the other demons, making sure his son wasn't meant to be with one of them, but found that the clear strings lead to the opposite side of the clearing, in the trees. The Devil quickly followed the strings, though staying out of sight from his son, he saw another high class Demon, this one with dark brown hair and dark blue eyes. The strings were wrapped around him as well.

Normally, The Devil didn't interfere with these kinds of things, but he knew who exactly this young demon was, it was Jay, who was unwillingly betrothed to the chaos demon Zalgo. And knew if he didn't intercept and force this matter, his son wouldn't get his intended. And The Devil wasn't having that. He noticed that Jay was watching Demon with an extreme interest, feeling the strings tugging on him as they were. Demon was too focused on training to notice it, apparently. The Devil was beside Jay before he realized that his lord was even in the woods.

"Would you like to meet him?" The Devil asked, snorting when Jay let out a hiss and spun on his heels, a smile carving into his cheeks and his eyelids seemed to burn off. The Devil watched in slight curiosity as the brown locks turned black and his skin was suddenly white, and the dark blue irises were now pinpricks. Insanity poured intoxicatingly off him in waves, but the look of the Devil's red and black eyes, had him brown-haired once more and on his knees, muttering an apology. The Devil sighed and gave him a pointed look before growling for him to get up. "I said, do you want to meet him?"

Jay looked back at Demon, who now had black tentacles protruding from his back, twisting and curling around his form, defending his back from the blows of the lesser demons. "I don't know, my Lord, I was simply watching."

"Come." He didn't wait to make sure Jay was following him, he stepped into the field. The lower demons immediately stopped, dropping to their knees. Demon stilled, his tentacles disappearing, and stood slightly panting in the center of the ring of lower demons. He quirked an eyebrow at his father, as he usually didn't stop his sessions.

Demon lowered his head in respect, the only thing The Devil would allow, who refused to let his son bow to him. He didn't answer his son's questioning look, and with a wave of his hand, banished the lower demons. He then gripped Jay's shoulder, who was staring at the tall, white-haired man, and was suddenly flung forward.

Jay felt as if his body was being crushed, and yet it never felt so happy to be so, as something merged within him. Jay found he couldn't breath, however, so, even in his confusion, stayed still to let his body heal. Demon hadn't expected his father to fling a smaller demon towards him, barely managing to catch him in time. The collision caused loud 'CRACK' from both of the demons, as Jay's ribs had been shattered, while Demon's had merely been cracked. Jay landed on top of Demon, gasping as the shards of bone started to piece itself back together, a cool pain filling every breath.

"I will see you at home, son." The Devil said, pleased with what he'd done, and disappeared. Demon felt affection growing inside his chest looking at the smaller demon on his chest, and didn't have any intentions to move. His two servants came running out of the tree line, finally getting over the shock of what they've seen, coming to their master's side.

"Sir? Are you alright?" One asked.

Demon looked up at them, blinking slowly at the duo before finally answering. "I'm fine." He brought a hand up to the other's cheek, feeling the cold healing of his ribs seal the cracks. When the sensation disappeared, he gathered the slightly younger demon in his arms and stood up. He looked to them again before saying. "Home." And with that, they disappeared, unaware of the red and black chaos demon watching from the shadows, his red eyes narrowed in fury.


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