I feel rather excited today, and I don't know why. Definitely feeling better than yesterday. Anywho, this chapter will be circling around Septimus. A chapter for my favorite villain! Enjoy!

In order for this to work, Septimus would have to appear normal. Not like his hot-headed fire demon self. No, he had to appear COMPLETELY normal. But that would be the tricky part. He could shape shift, no problem. The only question was, what could he shift into that would appear normal to those kids?

Turning his head, trying to figure out what he could shift into, the demons eyes soon landed on a sleeping baby dragon named Blitz, who was curled up in a ball and sucking his thumb. And Septimus couldn't help but smile warmly at the sight. He swore, this little reptile was the very thing that kept him sane. Without him, well... Septimus probably would've gone insane.

Turning back, trying to remain on task, he once again began to wonder what he could turn into. A human was a must, but what would he want to look like? He couldn't keep his fun, crazy flamy hair for this. He could turn it black and and white. That would look kinda epic to be truthful. But as for his attire... maybe he could just wear a tux.

The demon suddenly gagged, the mere thought of wearing an itchy, overly formal suit simply nauseating him beyond belief. He HATED wearing formal attire. It was irritating beyond belief. But if he were to get to the chillens... he had to remain hidden and disguised. Even if it meant being ridiculously fancy...

With a snap of his fingers, the demon was soon engulfed in a dark light, completely altering his outer appearance. Soon his orange hair turned black, flattening totally out, and his yellow streaks turned snowy white, his bangs still in their regular position. His ears, tail, fangs and wings were gone, and he was wearing a black tuxedo.

' Sigh... at least it's black... ' He thought in irritation, almost wanting to scratch at it. ' So if I were to assume right, I'd say my eyes are either red, or a deep blue. ' Slowly the demon allowed himself to head towards his traveling portal, the one he used to get to the human realm when he wasn't allowed to use his wings. He hated using this one, because it spun him around SO fast, it made him feel sick to his stomach. Jumping, he braced himself for the stomach churning joy ride.

' Ugh... ' Septimus mentally groaned, one hand against the tree and the other pressed against his waist. ' D*** it! I knew this would happen... '

Slowly, the human appearing demon slid to the ground, hoping his stomach would settle soon. And that maybe his brain would catch up too. He needed his quick wits, and his street smarts to do this job. He needed to find those kids. Flash's children.

In all seriousness, the demon knew very little about the children. All he did know is that there were three children, all boys, around the ages of 16, 14, then 12. Apparently the fourth one, the eldest one who fell would be 18 by now. But no one, not even Flash or Merek knew where he was, so he was obviously out. But anyway, he also knew none of them LOOKED related except for their black ears. He didn't know WHAT they looked like, but he DID know their names. Gold, Silver and Bronze. Going from oldest to youngest.

Now that he thought about it, he DID remember seeing Gold. He was the blond, rainbow colored man who tried taking him down when he had Merek captive. He also knew that that one, Gold, had one HELL of a temper. He might need to avoid that one. But he knew nothing about the other two. Besides, he only needed two.

" E-excuse me, are you ok? "

Septimus found himself straightening up almost immediately, turning and finding a child standing before him. The boy appeared to be a shy one, colorful, yet he held a slightly gothic look. A long, thick, messy set of golden bangs (literally gold) completely covered his right eye, while one thin, straight strand settled on his left, yet didn't cover his eye. His left eye was a gorgeous emerald green, his short, choppy hair was a creamy brown, a small puff of gold fur settled at his neck. His zipped up jacket was a grape colored purple, and his jeans were a dark shade of blue. From what was visible of his shoes, the tip was a jaded green and the rest was a bright, earthy brown.

The demon wasn't sure why, but he felt this child was hiding something behind his long luxurious bangs. That's what Septimus would do. He'd hide his horrible scar behind his bangs if he could. But alas... the scar was on the wrong side. The left side. His hair was longer on the right. Oh why did Thatch have to hit him in the face with a freaking angel blade? Oh why did it have to scar up? On the bright side, it DID make him look more demonic.

Finally remembering the question, Septimus shook his head clear of all thoughts, regaining a normal, humanish composer.

" I-I'm alright. "

He answered calmly.

" Just a bit dizzy, thank you. "

" Did you maybe just, um, move to Deedstown? "

The way this child spoke... it more than proved he was shy. Probably having a hard time even TALKING to him right now. Septimus HAD to admit it was pretty decent of him to swallow this obvious nervousness to find out if he was ok.

" Um... y-yeah. "

He answered, feeling as though the child could tell he was lying.

" Um... I'm, uh, Mark. Mark, um, Paradox. "

The younger smiled softly, folding his hands in front of his torso.

" My names Bronze Winchester. I-it's nice to meet you. "

Septimus could feel his eyes widen a bit upon hearing this child's name. ' Bronze huh...? ' He thought, mentally smirking. ' That was easier than I thought. Now, I just need to find this Silver. '

" Nice to meet you too Bronze. Say, I'm still trying to find my way around this place, and I haven't got a house yet. Think you could show me around? Maybe, give me a place to stay? "

" U-um... I'm sorry, but uh... "

Bronze mumbled, twirling his thin strand of hair.

" I-if you moved here, then why don't you have a house? "

" I'm, uh, homeless. "

Septimus hurried, almost afraid he blew it.

" I came here hoping I could make it in Deedstown.

" Oh. Um, well, maybe I could convince my brothers to let you stay. I-it's worth a shot. Um, follow me. Please. "

Bronze turned around, and Septimus couldn't help but smirk at his small victory. This didn't seem like it was gonna be as hard as he thought.

A bit of a lame ending, but I'm stumped. I don't know what else to say. ^_^"

Hope you all enjoyed! ;D