Sorry that I haven't updated in a long time, I've been busy with moving to another state so I had to take a break from the story for awhile, my parents kind of just landed a bomb on me like pearl harbor. (-ω- )

I'll try to make this chapter extra long just for you guys! (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و

What am I going to do? They want to go to a restaurant... and I can't eat human food. I am royally screwed. This just had to be the worst timing ever.

"Please? Ur? We really want to go here! We're not even disagreeing this time. Please?" Gray and Lyonne begged and pleaded. Ur sighed. She glanced towards me.

"First, we'll ask, Azazel first. He's the one leading us to Magnolia after all." Ur turned to me. I swallowed nervously. How can I explain to them that I don't want to eat at all? Just tell them "Sorry, but I eat human flesh not regular food like a normal person!" That's a shitty thing to say unless you're stupid.

"Uh," I look everywhere except the ice trio. " Well, I'm not really that hungry," I'm actually starving right now. "So we can go there if you want to." I smile nervously. In my opinion, I'm quite excellent in telling a lie. Gray and Lyonne cheered happily, while Ur seemed to be contemplating how to earn enough money to compensate for the large loss on this restaurant. She was probably hoping for me to say that I didn't like this restaurant or something.

"Alright," Ur sadly looked like she was about to cry. "Let's take a break and go to the restaurant." She looked at me with a face that said, "you had one job." And I just smiled apologetically. Was it directly my fault that they were both probably large eaters? Nope. Was it my fault that they were now able to eat at this restaurant? Most likely. But hey, I heard this place got great reviews and cheap food. That's a nice combination, right?

The smell of human food was kind of good, but it didn't really hit the spot like human flesh does, like the smell if blood (But seriously tho. I actually like the smell of blood. It's creepy). The look of human food is a lot better than just a bunch of organs, limbs, bones and muscles. It actually looks appetizing, but it doesn't taste appetizing at all. Well, to our kind of course—I don't even known if there are others out there like me—the taste just is absolutely disgusting. It's like trying to eat a sweaty gym sock that someone with athlete's foot that just took it off after coming back from the gym. It's the most disgusting flavor ever.

"Are you sure that you don't want some, Azazel?" Lyonne asked. I nodded, waving my hand to show him my approval. He shrugged, almost saying, "I tried." And shoved the huge scoop of bulgogi and kimchi into his mouth.

You see, human food looks appetizing, but it doesn't really smell or taste appetizing, it's just our senses. What our senses like is human flesh. We won't eat any other animal, or being. We simply like human flesh. And I don't know the reason. I guess it's in our DNA. No other being on earth is like us. We're our own little species that no one knows about except us ourselves, and our meals, but they don't live to tell the tale.

"C'mon, Azazel! Let's go!" Gray called, the trio was already half way out of the restaurant. They were just waiting for me. I quickly stand up, heading towards their direction, when a few teenagers decided they wanted to mess with me. They shoved my back, causing me to land on my face on the rough stone. I could feel a cut on my forehead. Though it would leave a scar, it would be not noticeable unless you were a foot away from me. I gently touched the quickly healing cut, and it was long too. I felt a spark of anger inside my gut, but I didn't pursue it any further. I simply stood up again, and dusted myself off.

The teens that pushed me did not enjoy my reaction, "Hey, you little shit!" I didn't turn to look at them, I just continued to walk towards the trio, and Gray looked ready to punch one of them, and Lyonne looked annoyed. Ur looked completely composed. "Look at us when we're talking to you, you little shit!" One of the teens grabbed my shoulder roughly and turned me around to face them.

"What do you think you—" a adult was cut off by the teens taking out hidden daggers. Everybody hushed. Lyon me and Gray looked tense now, the only ones calm were the teenagers, Ur and myself. I glare up at them, more irritated than angry. They were wasting daylight, and they just gave me a new scar to add to my collection.

"Get your hands off me you fucking stupid ass dick." They stared at me shocked. What kind of seven to nine-year-old swears like that and has such a monstrous tone to their voice. No child as young as me sounds like this. Soon the shocked faces turned into enraged expressions. They hadn't expected for a kid to speak like that to them. They expected a kid to fear them and do whatever they want, they wanted a kid like me to cower in front of them.

"Don't talk to me like that you little bitch ass cunt!" The teenager that had grabbed me by my shoulder pulled back his other hand into a fist and punched me, directly hitting my jaw. The impact sent my head whipping to the side, and I heard the other teens laughing like it was the funniest thing they've ever seen. Merely baring my teeth or growling isn't going to be enough to make them back the fuck I off.

I smirked, "Fucking try and hit me again. You won't get your hand back you little motherfucking son of a bitch." I snarled, which showed off my rows of razor sharp teeth. They looked suprised once more. They'd all expected me to start crying or something. The teenager that was right behind the one who had punched me, pushed the first teen out of the way, then punched me on the other side of my jaw. I opened my mouth to fit his whole fist inside, the I closed on his fist. He hadn't even registered the pain, being numbed by the shock and fear.

Then the screaming started.

I chewed slowly which amplified the pain. I was slowly chewing on the muscles, which was probably agonizingly painful. This teen was a bit on the sweet side, but I could deal with it. I haven't had a snack for a few days, I was starving. A good hand is more than enough of a snack. Everybody began to scream in horror, as they realised I wasn't spitting any bits of his flesh out. The teenager was about to pass out because of the pain of getting your hand chewed off. I want him to be awake so he could at least be able to walk or run himself to the hospital. So I bit down hard enough to break the bone and rip off the rest of his hand. He screamed in pain, and he collasped to the ground.

His friends, I suppose, quickly rushed to his side, carefully picking him up. One if them used their jacket to rap it around the open wound, trying to slow down the rushing of blood. This causes more pain, which caused the teenager they were all helping, scream in pain. The group of teenagers surrounded their injured companion and quickly took him to a hospital. The crowd quickly dispersed, and the only ones left were: Ur, Gray and Lyonne. They all looked quite horrified. The one leading them to their destination is a cannibal. I ripped off a finger first, then I shoved the hand in my back. I would need to try and conserve this for a few days, and cover up the stench as well.

I turned to the horrified trio. I gazed at them, worry evident in my eyes. Were they going to avoid me? Or are they like... Them. Maybe they are. Ur is the most likely to happily let me still tag along with them. Lyonne is a 50/50 chance. He either is going to fear me, or he will still accept me as how he first met me. Gray is threats likely. He's probably going to hate my guts, and try to kill me or something. If he were to accept me—which would be very suprising, actually—then things would just be very awkward between us.

Ur sighed. She didn't know what to do, "You can still tag along with us if you want, Azazel." I smiled brightly. Relief filled my every being, the worry and pressure pouring out. You could practically feel the tense atmosphere dispersing.

"I'll still consider you as I considered you when I first really talked to you." Lyonne smiled at me. Though there was just a little ounce of fear in his eyes, he seemed detirmined to accept me like Ur. I immediately assumed Gray as a lost hope.

"I don't really have the authority to really not let you come with us, but just know that I'll probably never trust you or accept you!" Ur whacked Gray upside the head. He winced in pain, but still had he nerve to glare at me. I smiled, but it didn't go up to my eyes. It was a warning smile. Like I was trying to warn him that, if I ever felt that my life was being threatened by him. I wouldn't hesitate to kill him. I don't care if he is a pupil of Ur. I'd kill him in a instant.

I quickly ran to, Ur's side. I smiled up at her, though smudged blood around my mouth lessened the good intention of the smile. She smiled lopsidedly. She looked tired. Very tired.

I will make sure she lives a long and happy life.