Later that afternoon, Brooklyn, or now Diablo, was now getting a tour of his new home. Shadow Man mostly showed him the basic areas of his ranch and where he would be working. Diablo himself was a bit nervous about pleasing his new friend with his new job and hoped he wouldn't mess up.

With the animals Shadow Man owned, it was mostly sheep and cattle.

After a time near evening, Shadow Man ended the tour, catching Diablo's stench on him, too.

"It is time for you to receive your own room, Diablo, for since you've been a good boy in obeying me, this is one reward for it. And plus, you need to wash up." Shadow Man stated. Diablo hadn't really noticed his stench but when his master mentioned it, his ears fell. "I don't mean to be so dirty," he pleaded in sorrow. Shadow Man put a hand on his shoulder, chuckling to himself at how much Diablo behaved like a child with amnesia.

"Don't beat yourself up about it. A good wash and night's rest will help you be ready to receive flying lessons in the morning," he said in a honey-coated tone. Diablo smiled shyly, nodding, but still felt scared about flying while Shadow Man took him to his room, which wasn't far from his own master bedroom. Diablo's eyes widened, smiling at seeing his own bed waiting for him, happy to have his own room.

"The bathroom is next door to you, Diablo. Get yourself freshened up, and meet us for dinner," he said. Diablo nodded, eager to please his 'rescuer,' as Shadow Man left him be. Diablo studied his new room first. A simple guest room with a nice bed, a window, and such. He then proceeded to the restroom and got the shower turned on after looking at himself in the mirror.

His eyes rounded a little at his looks, seeing a beaked mouth, white hair, and dinosaur-like wings. Whoa, I really look like a monster or a devil… Diablo thought fearfully to himself, taking note to mention it to his… was he a Master now… later after getting his loincloth taken off and stepped in. Diablo gave a soft sigh of relief as the shower water relaxed his itchy and dirty skin. It felt good on his wings, too, sending a wave of pleasure through the young gargoyle, who felt like he could stay in the shower forever.

Diablo managed to use the shampoo and conditioner on his hair, hoping that his helper would like it, washing his skin with a soap bar as well. He cleaned himself the best as he could until done, despite his branding mark stinging but Diablo ignored it.

Stepping out, Diablo dried his hair until it looked really frizzy, making him chuckle before finding a brush nearby. He brushed his hair carefully, which was a pain due to it having a lot of tangles in it. But he got it straightened out. He put his loincloth back on after that, thinking he was cleaned enough then stepping back outside, heading over to the dining area again where the table had food set up, mostly meat but some vegetables and bread, too. Diablo's stomach growled.

Shadow Man smiled at his gargoyle pet upon greeting. "Good evening to you, Diablo. Thank you for joining us. You look much better, too." Diablo bowed his head shyly. "Thanks… feel better," he said, his skin tingly from feeling shy.

Diablo sat down, watching Shadow Man whilst still feeling nervous. "Uh, what do I call you… sir?" He asked. "Since you saved me?" Shadow Man simply kept on his smile.

"Well, my little gargoyle, you can keep calling me sir, or unless it can be a little more formal. Like Master?" Diablo's skin tingled at that word. It just felt right to call this human Master now since he owed him his life. He nodded eagerly. "I-I'd like to call you Master," he said softly, eyes still looking shy. Shadow Man chuckled again, shaking his head. "No need to feel so shy."

Diablo swallowed, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry, can't help it," he said. "Then perhaps some food would lighten the mood for you. Certainly you're hungry again, hmm?" The red gargoyle nodded instantly, he was still hungry after his shower and the tour. His Master allowed Diablo to serve himself and received a glass of milk, too. Shadow Man knew the beast needed to strengthen himself up for doing his bidding.

Diablo smelt the food on his plate, which was inviting, and he instantly went in to eat it. He ate chicken, pork, and a slice of buttered bread, downing a glass of milk. Diablo couldn't explain his big appetite, possibly from being in a long coma and not eating for days. He made sure not to eat so fast like before. With his mouth full Diablo had another question. "Can I see your face under your mask, Master?" He asked curiously, tilting his head.

That made Shadow Man narrow his eyes, shaking his own head no. "I'm afraid not Diablo. I don't take my mask of for anyone, not even my own workers," he stated. He didn't want the gargoyle to see his face whatsoever. Diablo's ears fell. "O-ok. I'm sorry," he replied timidly, resuming his eating. A bit of silence passed for a while.

Shadow Man then spoke again. "My friend, because you are willing to help me, we wish to give you a present, to help protect you from danger." He said, smiling.

Diablo stopped eating for a moment. "What… kind of… present?" He asked with his mouth full. He swallowed next.

"Bring it forth." The boss ordered.

One of the other men who was standing off to the side brought a box forward. The gargoyle eyed it curiously.

The box was opened by Shadow Man. He took out a kind of device that had straps unhooked to it, like it was a watch or something.

"What is that?" Diablo asked.

"Give it to him." The boss ordered.

The man holding it leaned down and very quickly snapped it into place onto Diablo's right ankle. There was a beep heard on it and a flash of red. It was locked into place.

The gargoyle was spooked by this action. "What are you doing?" He demanded, jumping up.

"Calm down, Diablo. You see, when you start patrolling my lands for trouble soon, we need to keep an eye on your whereabouts on the property in case you ever run into trouble, like say if a wild animal was hurting you or something like that. There is a button you can push on the device that will let us know you are in trouble, and we will follow the coordinates to where you are. It's a tracker." Shadow Man explained to him. "Please, come and finish your dinner."

"Will it disturb me otherwise?"

"No. Not unless you have to alert us to trouble." Shadow Man replied.

Diablo hesitantly came back to his chair to sit and finish eating his meal. He was still nervous about his master and didn't want to disappoint him.

"Good boy." Shadow Man said.

Diablo liked getting the praise. But he still felt worried about the tracker on his ankle.

Later, when it was his bedtime, he was led back to his new room and before he went in, he asked, "How do I take this thing off?"

"You can't. It's just part of your safety protocol, Diablo." Shadow Man stated. "Have a good sleep." Then he pushed the gargoyle in and shut and locked the door.

The red gargoyle tried the door, and he couldn't get it open. He didn't try again. He turned around and went to go look out the window at the night sky. The moon was shining bright. To him, it was beautiful. Why did the night sky seem to call to him? Maybe that was why he had wings.

Then he went to his new bed and pulled the covers back. He climbed into the bed and covered himself up. For some reason, being in a bed felt rather awkward. But it seemed comfy enough.

Diablo gazed up at the ceiling for a while, still wondering who he was and where he came from. Did he have a family somewhere? Why was he alone? How had he gotten here? There were so many questions that needed answers but they weren't being answered.

He soon fell asleep. While he was sleeping, he had a dream of flying over a big city. He also saw some other figures beside him. A little green guy with wings that were attached to his arms and legs. The other was a big aqua one, with a big belly. He had webbed wings attached to his back. They were just holding their wings in place while flying over this big, beautiful city. Had this been the city that the Master had told him about?

The two figures smiled at him in the dream. They were laughing and talking about something. He could also sense himself, seeing his own red hands out in front of him. He wondered who they were.

Diablo then woke up. He saw he was in the confines of his room. There were no other beings in here with him. Then he had a glance at his wings. If he was keeping up with those other guys, then he must have known how to fly before.

"I think I can do this flying thing tomorrow." He said to himself before lying down again and drifting off again.

…..

The next morning, after breakfast, Shadow Man and some men took Diablo outside.

"So, how do I get in the air?" Diablo asked.

"We've seen birds get in the air just by running and flapping their wings. But you could also climb onto that hay pile over there and jump off of it, flapping your wings to get lift off." One of the men explained.

There was a good wind blowing out today.

Diablo could feel the wind on his wings. It was a really warm wind.

"Get to practicing." Shadow Man ordered.

Diablo felt a little nervous about doing this. He still remembered his dream. "Master, I had a dream last night. There were these two other creatures that were flying beside me." He began.

"Memories from a distant past obviously. But you need to start practicing so you can be a productive member of my ranch, Diablo." His boss declared.

The gargoyle eyed the hay pile. He swallowed and went towards it. He hoped he could do this. He began to get on the bales and climbed them like stairs. They were all smaller square bales rather than big round ones. When he got to the top, he looked down and everything was higher. "Now what?" he called out.

"Spread your wings out, then jump off and flap your wings!" The instructor yelled from below.

Diablo looked at his wings. He flapped them a bit, testing them. Then he spread them out. He backed up and he ran up to the edge of the bales, keeping the wings spread to catch the wind. He took a big leap off and closed his eyes.

The wind caught his wings and he was in the air. He was sailing through the air with a forward motion. He opened his eyes to see he was moving in the air.

"Wow. This is… amazing." Diablo said in wonderment.

"Flap your wings!" He heard from below.

Diablo flapped his wings once and it gave him some more lift, but for some reason, he didn't feel the need to constantly flap his wings like a bird did.

In reality, gargoyles only flapped their wings to get lift if there were bad drafts in the air or to correct themselves somehow in midair.

The humans were seeing that their gargoyle seemed to be going through the air just fine. He was gliding rather.

Diablo then decided to change direction in the air to go where he wanted to go.

"Don't leave this property!" A yell from below came at him.

Diablo glided around the large yard for a bit to test his wings and what he could do. But when he was ready to land, he was more worried about that.

He glided over to the men. "How do I land?" he asked.

"Flapping your wings might help!" The instructor answered back.

Diablo flew a little higher then flapped his wings as he began to descend. He started putting his feet down and he started to land. He was soon on his feet. He took a big breath of air into his lungs. He had done it!

"See? You can fly. And I'm sure you'll learn much more about how to do even aerial movements too." Shadow Man praised him. "Good job. Well, I showed you around my property yesterday and like I said, don't leave the property. Just patrol from the air and make sure my livestock is all okay."

"Yes, Sir." Diablo replied. Then he tried to take off from the ground. He got on all fours and he jumped, spreading his wings to take to the air again.

Diablo didn't quite put a finger on it but he had a good jumping ability too. The wind was strong enough that it got to take him into the air again. He also flapped his wings to get more momentum.

Earlier that morning, he had also been shown how to summon his boss should he run into trouble elsewhere.

The red gargoyle glided around the property. He saw a lot of cows and sheep grazing peacefully beneath him. Seeing them like this sure was different versus seeing them on the ground. He could also feel the tracker on his ankle.

He was still curious about the creatures in his dream, and wondered if they had been family, hoping that more memories would come along.