"I wish I could have eaten him." The boy was sitting on a building on the other side of the district, still peeved about being called messy by the trash who turned out to be a soulless waste of time.

It had been a few hours since Mr. Voice bothered him, and while the weird lady's soul had been tastier than any of the other trash around here, it was only a taste and he was getting hungry again.

Normally he wouldn't get hungry this fast after eating that many strays but using his power, or rather, letting his control slip always took a lot out of him. Plus, he had to get to the other side of the district quickly, else the devils that always like to bother him appear.

They were one of the main reasons he didn't use his power more often. He learned that if he used too much at once, somebody would appear for some reason, saying stuff he didn't understand and telling him to do things he didn't want to do. They were getting stronger too, a few times he even had to run away. Still they made decent snacks so he couldn't complain, he'd just rather not deal with it.

"A quick meal, then I'll sleep." The boy thought as he tried sensing for food that wasn't absolute garbage, only to find nothing. "It's time to move to another area. This one is running out of decent meals." He didn't understand why, but for some reason when he stayed in one place for too long, food started to become scarce. It was frustrating.

He slowly started to hop building to building, making sure his coat stayed secured and that he wasn't seen by anyone. A quite yawn escaped his lips. He was starting to get sleepy, but also really wanted to find a soul to swallow.

"No luck." Now a small pout was on his, otherwise, expressionless face. Going to sleep hungry was in his top three least favorite things to do, right up there with people who annoy him and getting dirty.

He yawned again, a bit louder this time. "A nap wouldn't hurt." He told himself, dropping in between two houses.

Now sleeping was a tricky thing. Much more complicated than eating, but less complicated than finding meals he would touch. He had to find a secure area that would be shaded when the sun came up, while also being aware of his surroundings at all times. He usually failed at the second part, which was bad, but he enjoyed sleep too much to let it get to him. Also, it couldn't be dirty, he wasn't a rodent and would not sleep like one.

He found a relatively clean corner that fit all his criteria, if barely. So, he sat down and leaned against the wall. Wrapping himself up in his cloak so it blended in with the shadows. His small size made that a lot easier. Only people that were actively searching for him should be able to see him. And even if they did, who would be looking for a homeless child?

"He was." The boy thought of Mr. Voice. "I need to be more careful."

The boy started to drift off, "I'll figure out how to get to the Gremory girl tomorrow. But that comes after I eat." With that in mind the boy fell asleep.

-Next day-

The boy woke to the sound of people laughing loudly. His face twitched in displeasure. Usually he wouldn't let something like that bother him, but it just so happened that they disturbed his sleep, and he was in a grumpy mood from not finding anything to eat last night.

'Well I had to get food anyways." With that in mind he walked out of the alley with the intention of eating the sheep that dared wake him.

Stepping into the bright street, he couldn't help but feel thankful that his cloak covered him so thoroughly. When the sun made direct contact with his skin, he always felt a bit weaker and it stung a lot. He didn't know why the sun didn't like him when it seemed to like everyone else, some females had even more skin exposed than others, they must have found a way to give it food. After all, that's the only way he would like any of this trash. It's okay though, his and the suns relationship was slowly getting better. It used to feel like he was being burnt alive, his previous caretakers liked taking advantage of that particular weakness.

As his small frame moved quietly through the crowd of people, he realized there were way too many around to eat in peace. "I'll need to lure them into a secluded area."

When he got to the five men laughing merrily (obnoxiously in his mind) by the wall, he sourly thought "I hate eating weaklings." They could barely be considered a snack. But still, they annoyed him, and he was hungry.

With that in mind, the boy began looking for something he could throw at one of the men. Finding nothing, and getting impatient, he just tore a chunk of pavement the size of his head from the ground.

"This'll work." He commended himself, pleased by his quick thinking. He then threw it "lightly" at one of their heads. The projectile shot out like a bullet. When it reached the guy he was aiming for it went through both his, and the guy he was sitting in front of, head's before making a crater in the wall.

"What the hell!"

"What happened!"

"It was that kid!"

The people around him started to run away in panic. The remaining men who were his targets quickly following the crowd.

"Oops." Was the only thing going through the boy's head as he quickly ate the two he accidently killed' souls. "Why are weaklings so fragile?"

-Later-

The boy was now far away from where he accidently caused a commotion and mass panic. He was sulking slightly because those two had weak souls. Not tasty at all, but they managed to take the edge off at least.

He was trying to figure out how to get to the Gremory girl but wasn't having any luck. "I should have waited for Mr. Voice to give directions." He grumbled to himself, but then remembered how Mr. Voice called him messy. "It was a necessary sacrifice." He decided with a steely look in his eyes.

As he continued down the street, taking care not to step in anything gross, he realized that he was going about this all wrong. "I need to go some place cleaner. Mr. Voice said that she was in an estate so she must be rich, and rich people live in clean places."

Satisfied with his epiphany, he set out for a cleaner part of the city, walking with large crowds so anyone that might have been looking for him wouldn't see his tiny frame. "I don't think I can keep this up." Unfortunately, he didn't like people, and was getting tired of avoiding getting stepped on.

"Nope." He decided when he almost touched a particularly dirty man. The boy quickly weaved through the mass of people and started walking onto a side street. "Well at least I'm making it out of this filthy place." He could tell by the lack of rats and bums in the area.

Not wanting to get caught in another crowd, he kept using side streets. Though at one point he almost ate a woman because she started following him, she even tried to offer him food, but she was so weak he knew her soul wouldn't be tasty.

Still wondering how to get to the gremory girl, he noticed there was only one person walking on the street he was on. Normally he wouldn't mind this, however, it was in the middle of the day and people don't just vanish.

"Hey kid, you lost?"

The boy kept walking, not giving any reaction indicating he had heard the man.

"Don't you want to know where the train heading to Gremory territory is?" the man asked.

At this the boy stopped, he wanted to know exactly that. Completely forgetting his previous concerns, the boy turned to face the man.

"Tell me." He bluntly demanded.

The man grinned jovially and said, "Ha! I knew you were lost" it was said like he had won some prize.

The boy slightly scrunched up his face. "I am not lost." He told the man in that same tone. "Tell me."

"Looked pretty lost to me."

Now the boy was considering just eating the man and being done with this conversation. He gave a slight sniff. "Never mind, he smells gross." he almost gagged.

After a few moments of awkward silence, the man spoke, "Fine if you want to know that badly I'll tell ya. It's north of here near the center of the city, you better hurry if you don't want to miss it."

As soon as the man gave the information the boy left.

"Hey! don't I get a thanks?" The man yelled out at the boy's retreating figure. He was ignored.

"Rude brat." The boy's sensitive ears picked this up but figured he was talking about some other kid the man knew. After all, this "rude" thing seemed like a bad thing to be, and he was better than all these weaklings so there was no way the man was talking to him. So he kept walking without looking back.

If he had, he would have noticed the man's friendly smile turn into a vicious smirk.

Several minutes later

Following the annoying man's instructions, the boy came to what he thought was a train. He started heading towards the entrance, completely ignoring the very long line of people waiting to get on.

"Why are they just standing there?" he pondered when he made it a third of the way up, "Weaklings are so strange."

"No cut-!"

Suddenly he heard someone shriek loudly behind him, he would have ignored this, however he smelt a great amount of blood that wasn't there before. When he turned, he saw a man with half his arm ripped off on the ground screaming. Not fazed by this in the slightest, he turned back around and continued walking. "Wonder what happened?" he wondered while absentmindedly rubbing off blood from his hand onto his clothing.

As he neared the train what looked like guards rushed past him, "Probably to tell that man to stop being so loud." He noticed that the line was practically gone compared to few seconds ago and that the remaining people were busy looking at the scene.

Still paying the scene no mind, he walked onto the train and kept walking until he got in a fancy booth near the back. Sitting down noticed the seats were way more comfy than the ground while starting to get sleepy.

The boy slowly sank down into the seat, getting more and more drowsy with each second. "Wait, am I falling asleep on a train surrounded by unknown people?" he asked himself then brushed it off. "No that'd be stupi-"

He was out for the whole trip.

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-several hours later-

"This is nice." The boy thought as he walked along a street in the much cleaner city. He was still slightly peeved at himself for the train ride but the lack of garbage and rats in the area was quickly improving his mood.

The evening air smelt cleaner too, the city also had much nicer buildings and he hadn't seen a single bum since getting here. "I don't feel as much death." The boy noted when he expanded his senses to try and find some easy prey. Although he didn't find any he could eat without causing a scene, he did find that the devils in this city, on average, were stronger than the trash from where he came from. Not counting the strays of course.

As the boy was taking in the new environment his stomach decided to remind him, much to his displeasure, that he wanted food. "Those weaklings weren't enough." He thought when his stomach became more insistent. With a slight frown he expanded his senses again.

The boy then snapped out of his distracted state when he felt a group of devils closing in on him. Not showing any inclination he was aware of his stalkers; he went through a side street thinking that he might be able to lose them, not knowing he stuck out like a sore thumb.

"I can't eat them with this many people around." He thought disappointedly. The boy had already learnt a while ago that eating in crowds was a no go. The first time he did the trash in the area got way too loud and hurt his ears, which was annoying. Plus, it was after that event that the devils started to show up.

Turning on another branching street, he grew aggravated when more devils joined the group that was already following him. Glancing around he saw that most of the devils in his immediate vicinity were staring at him. Pulling his cloak a bit tighter around his body he wondered why this was happening. He should have been a small orphaned boy in their eyes, a passing thought that came and went from their head within seconds. If they had seen his face he could have understood, as he was beautiful, however he was certain that his cloak covered all his features from view.

Turning another corner, he was surprised by the random wall that was in between the building. "Who would bother to put a wall in such a random place?" he wondered, truly puzzled by it.

Stopping at the wall, he turned to face his group of stalkers. When he saw that the majority of the group were children with a few teenagers, he slumped his shoulders in disappointment with himself.

"I should have noticed." The boy then decided he wouldn't let the change in scenery distract him anymore, especially if he's making simple mistakes because of it. Deciding that these children weren't a threat and couldn't be used for food at the moment, he started to make his way out of the ally with the stupid wall.

"The hell do you think you're doing kid?" the biggest one asked, getting angry when the boy didn't answer and kept walking towards the exit they were currently blocking.

"Hey!" one of the younger devils yelled. "He asked you a question!"

When the boy didn't answer, more children started to join in. Honestly, all he could hear was a loud buzzing noise from their yelling but that was less annoying than the rumble from his stomach. The boy kept walking.

"A dirty rat like you shouldn't be in this city!"

The boy stopped.

"What?" The children flinched from the sheer lack of emotion in the boy's tone.

The singled-out child, an older girl, stepped up now that the attention was on her. "Y-yeah! Where do you get off? Walking among us high-class, in our city. Its absurd!"

With that said, the other children got their confidence back and started to join back in. All forgetting the unsettled feeling they had when the tiny child spoke. The kid was smaller than even the smallest of them after all.

"Yeah, low class shits shouldn't be here!"

"Stop sullying the air we breathe!"

"You won't even show you face you coward!"

Now the boy liked to think he could keep his cool in situations such as these. He didn't even bother to give trash a response most of the time. However, due to his stomach's now constant reminders that he was hungry and the fact that he was just called a rodent, his patience for these children was quickly running thin. Hell, they would have already been eaten if not for the city being eaten. The boy knew that if he caused a scene in this fancy place there'd be trouble. Still though, the trouble might be worth silencing the one who compared him to a rodent.

"Move weaklings." The boy decided to give them one last out and started walking again.

The children went quite at the tone used. This time instead of an emotionless, dead sounding voice, they heard boredom as well. As if they weren't worth the kid's time. They were all children of prominent members of devil society, they had to be to live in this part of the Gremory Territory. So, for a barefoot child in rags to look down on them of all people was shocking.

"I will not repeat myself." Now the boy was directly in front of them, his face still hidden.

The first to get over the shock was the same girl who called him a rodent, the other children following suit. "You think a lowly devil can talk to me that way? Do you know who I am!?" the girl was huffing now.

The boy tilted his head in confusion, "No?" he said in that same tone. Why was she asking if he knew her? They had never met before and he was pretty sure he'd remember not eating someone as annoying as her. Also, he just spoke to her in the manner that seemed appropriate for weaklings. He wasn't even a devil. She is stupid.

"Trash like you should be bowing at our feet! Maybe then someone would pity you enough to throw out cleaner rags for you to wear." The devil girl was close to his obscured face now. Bending over him.

"And what's with that hood, huh? I guess the weak should really cover their faces so I can't really blame you." The girl spoke in a condescending voice. "If I were you, I wouldn't want show my face eith-!" The girl's eyes widened in shock when the child in front of her vanished and a strong current of air came from her right, messing her blond hair slightly.

"I don't think these children are ready to play that rough, kid." A strong voice rung out to her right. This one sounding much more masculine than before.

She turned to the voice and was shocked even more to see a small, pale, slightly clawed hand pointed right between her eyes, a much larger hand firmly gripping the thin arm it was attached too. But what truly scared her was those eyes. Now that the child was closer, she could make out those beautiful red eyes underneath the hood. Eyes that were looking at her as if she was simply a bug that needed to be squashed.

"I think it's time for you and your friends to leave." That same masculine voice that had undoubtedly saved her life spoke again. When she looked up (she had dropped to her knees at some point), to the man that saved her life, she was shocked.

Tall and imposing with crimson hair that could belong to only one family, a handsome face that most woman (and a good amount of men) would swoon over. He was wearing a crisp red suit that hugged his lean but muscular frame well. She knew who this was, how could she not? He was the most famous man in the underworld, his power unrivaled. He was their hero.

Too many things were happening at once and it was too much for her. All she wanted to do was show a kid in rags his place, and now she was faced with THE Lucifer!? She hadn't even addressed him properly.

The girl promptly fainted.

"Alright, you children run along now. Take your friend with you." The man said with a grin, still holding the silent childs arm. "It's getting late."

The rest of the children were in a similar state of disbelief, but they gathered up the unconscious girl and listened to their Satan.

When the children left, the man let go of the child's arm, the boy quickly jumping back as he did.

"What are you?" the boy asked, his voice shaking slightly. Usually he wouldn't have cared, however, this man appeared out of nowhere and stopped his arm like he was nothing. Yet, he couldn't feel anything from him. He couldn't even smell him. It was disconcerting.

The question seemed to make the man's grin grow wider.

"You know, its impolite to ask for a name without giving yours first."

"That's not what I asked." The boy was tensing under his coat, never having encountered someone like this before.

"Isn't it?" the man answered, clearly finding this amusing. "Oh alright, I'm just a regular run of the mill devil. The names Serzechs. What might your name be?"

The boy gave no answer, he didn't have one.

Serzechs's eyes narrowed, and with that same grin on his face, he sighed. "I see. Well care to sit? My legs are getting a bit tired."

"The boy studied the ground for a full two seconds until he gave his answer. "No, too dirty."

This made Serzechs give a good-natured chuckle. "Yeah I guess it is a little dirty. Well, do you mind if I sit then?" The hooded boy shook his head. "Thanks." The man sat down, crossing his legs. "So, what's a child doing wondering the city alone at this hour?"

Not seeing anything wrong with giving Serzechs an answer, the boy replied, "I am looking for food." His stomach rumbled at the mention of it.

"Ah, I see. And what's your preference?" Serzechs asked, looking up at the boy's face.

The boy, not knowing how to lie, answered honestly. "Souls."

This surprised Serzechs, his eyes getting just a bit sharper. "Souls huh… that's quite the particular pallet you have there. Any reason it has to be a soul?"

The boy thought about it. "No, I don't think so." Then after a brief moment he added, "I don't drink just anybody's blood. You have to smell nice for that."

Serzechs's eyes widened at that, but almost immediately schooled his features. "So you can drink blood and eat souls. You know, that's a pretty strange appetite you have there."

The gained an actual shocked look on his face. "Are you saying you don't?"

His response made Serzechs give a full belly laugh "Ha-ha! no I don't. I'm afraid my stomach couldn't handle what you call food."

The boy was looking at him inquisitively, red eyes wide with interest. "Then what do you eat? Don't you get hungry?"

Serzechs was looking at him with a perhaps even greater amount of amusement. "Yes, however when I get hungry, I eat food like meats, vegetables, and fruits."

"You are very odd." The boy stated as if it were a fact.

This made Serzechs laugh even louder, in his wildest dreams, he never would had dreamt a nameless child would be so blunt with him. "I guess I am kid." He said when he calmed down some. "But I could say the same about you."

Usually a comment like this would annoy the boy. However, he was too interested in the strange mans eating habits to care.

"Really?" the boy asked, head tilting.

The man chuckled. "Yeah just a bit." He answered. "For one, you've kept the hood up the entire time we've been talking. Why is that?"

The boy tensed slightly but decided to answer. "Because the trash stare at me when they see my face. Not that they deserve to look anyways." He said this in a slightly cold tone.

The fully calmed down Serzechs leaned his back against the wall and curiously asked, "Oh? And do you think I'm trash?"

The boy looked down and took a moment to think while the man waited patiently. Finally, he looked at Serzechs and said, "I don't know."

This got another smile from Serzechs. "So wouldn't it be possible that I'm not trash? That I'm worthy of seeing what's beneath the hood?"

The boy was lost. "I'm not following."

Serzechs gave a good-natured sigh. "I'm asking if I could see you without the hood."

"Oh, ok." Serzechs mouth fell slightly open, he wasn't expecting the child to agree that easily.

"Honestly, I expected you would put up more of a fight than that." This got him a puzzled look from the boy.

"Why would I fight you?"

Serzechs gave another sigh, this time sounding a bit exasperated. "No, I meant I didn't expect you to agree so fast."

"I agreed to something?"

A beat of silence passed.

Serzechs was quickly starting to realize he'd need to be more specific with this child. "No, I suppose you didn't, that was my fault."

"What was your fault?"

"Don't worry about it."

"Ok."

"Now." Serzechs decided to be as upfront as possible. "Please take off the hood."

"Oh, ok." With that the boy took off the hood, long white hair spilling out as he did so.

Now that Serzechs had the chance to see the child's face fully, he could understand why people would stare. The kid was beautiful, any lesser man would be mesmerized.

"It's nice to know I've been talking to such a pretty young lady all this time." He said with a smile.

The child tilted "her" head with a confused look in those ruby-like eyes. "I am male."

"What?" Serzechs's smile strained, eyes widening.

"I will not repeat myself."

The man quickly gained his composure. "Oh right, my apologies." Not many things got passed him, he was a Satan after all. But this… this was truly mindboggling.

As Serzechs was getting over this new information, the boy was looking at him strangely. Suddenly the boy's blank eyes gained a spark of realization. He fished the picture of Gremory out of his pocket.

"You look like this girl." He said showing Serzechs the picture.

The picture of his little sister suddenly appearing surprised Serzechs. His eyes gained a steely glint, yet he still kept his smile. "I suppose I can see the resemblance."

"Why do you look like her." The boy pushed.

"Why do you want to know." Serzechs countered.

"Because I want to taste her."

Serzechs was at a loss. "You want to taste her?" he asked slowly.

The boy seemed almost excited when he answered, small fangs becoming visible in his enthusiasm. "Yes." He nodded resolutely.

"Her specifically?" Another nod. "Why?" His eyes were narrowed now.

"Because I was told she had a really tasty soul and she's has pretty eyes. The boy innocently answered.

"Heh, and who told you that." Serzechs was still talking in the same friendly tone he had been using the whole conversation.
"Mr. Voice did." The boy was back to his normal expressionless self, having calmed down from thinking about what the pretty girl's soul would taste like.

"Well do you think I could meet this Mr. Voice?" the boy shook his head. "And why is that?"

"Because I killed him." The boy said in a bored tone. Serzechs wasn't surprised this kid could say that with such a straight face. Given what he stopped the boy from doing. He wouldn't be surprised if "Mr. Voice", hadn't been his first kill.

"Why'd you kill Mr. Voice?" Serzechs asked this with no judgement in his eyes.

The boys gained a sour look, for the first time truly showing his feelings. "Because he was annoying." His face turned darker. "He was just a soulless waste."

Serzechs looked up at the now starry sky. "Soulless huh, interesting."

The boy looked at the man, confusion dawning his face. "Why would soulless trash be interesting? If something doesn't have a soul, you have no food."

"Ah but remember, I don't eat souls."

"Oh yeah. Weird."

Serzechs chuckled, "Yeah." He stood up and stretched with a loud yawn. Checking his watch, he said, "It's getting kind of late; I think I'm going to head home."

The boy, not phased by his sudden announcement, put his hood back up. "Ok."

"It was nice meeting you nameless kid, seeya." Serzechs waved as he was walking away.

The boy stood for a second before realizing something. "Hey, you never answered my question."

Serzechs, still walking, pretended not to hear this and loudly said, "Gee, I'm glad to be going home to the Gremory estate. I can't wait to see my little sister Rias Gremory."

If anyone had been in the area, they would have known the Satan was obviously saying it loudly on purpose, of course they would also be bowing at his feet. However, the young boy had only heard Rias Gremory and Gremory estate come from the man's mouth. He couldn't tell the difference between bad acting and reality.

"He knows where it is." the boy thought, already starting to stealthily follow him. "This is my chance."

With that in mind the boy followed the strongest devil in history. Not that he knew that. He was just hungry.

A/N: Hey guys sorry I got this out late. I had to go to a family thing that lasted a week and forgot my laptop. I busted my ass to rush this out so hopefully the quality hasn't gone down. Hell, it was supposed to be longer than this but eh.

Moving on. Let me your thoughts on our boys personality. Tried to express that he's pretty much just a child with cravings, that has a hard time expressing himself, while also being pretty strong. OH, and that conversation with Serzechs wasn't even supposed to be there. He was actually going to get some information from those kids. But then I realized that wouldn't happen because those kids would have died before he could get the info.

Almost done. He was actually supposed to get his name this chapter too. But you know.. Rushed. Plus, I don't know who I want naming him. I have a few ideas but I can't decide. So let me know who you want naming him in the reviews. And critiques too.

Also, is it Serzechs's or what? Like how the hell do you write that?