The only thing that was filling the Red Rider's mind was rage. Someone has just taken the most important thing of his life and that was unforgivable. His scowl was something usual, his all-time face, but at that moment, you would like to step aside from his path.
Good thing though is that, as his son, there wouldn't be a single place in Creation where War wouldn't be able to track down his boy, and thinking about how scared and afraid he might have been this whole time just build up on his nerves. He would make sure everyone would notice him as he gets to the place where they were hiding the five-yar-old little white-haired boy, and he would sure as hell blast everything up in the air.
Just by watching the Rider walking slowly to the small building he tracked down made everyone tremble. Oh, well, his actions were very well-known from all those years as the Rider of the Red Horse, and everyone knew that, once you've angered him, you would, one way or another, ending up facing the horrendous faces engraving his huge sword. So how stupid you'd have to be to take away one of the few people he loved? And worse, the one that can't even defend himself.
As he made his way, silent, he didn't even bother if the ones in front of him were backing off, taunting him or just paralyzed in fear; he killed all of them. Chaoseater was only feeding more and more with the bloodshed happening there, War's fury going higher and higher. His heart was aching, he was afraid they had done something to his little boy, but the rage was able to mask it all away.
The ones inside the building had zero time to escape once War just blew the entrance away. The dust and the screeching sound stunned them as only the bright blue eyes of the Rider could be seen midst all the dust. They charged against him, growling and screaming he wouldn't be able to get the boy back, but they were all words to the wind. As quick as they came, War killed them, taking, then, a closer look around the room.
His hand turned into fist and an angry grin showed up his sharp canines. Thy were all involved in contraband and slavery and planned on selling the poor little boy to Creator knows who for a good amount of gold. Apparently, his sweet and beautiful appearance did get attention through all of creation, but Not even if Hell's fire turned cold he would allow that to happen to his son.
Sheathing his sword on his back, he concentrated his hearing to try and get any sound at all, but the only thing he could hear was his racing heart, thoughts and breathing. Creator, he couldn't fail his baby like that. He already failed by letting them capture him, if his son was already sold and gone, he... He wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
As quick as he could, all the rooms inside were checked, blasted and torn away doors, and dissatisfaction growls as he found them empty. But soon enough a low whimper reached his ears and his eyes brightened. Could that be him? Blasting one last door, he saw the little person curled into a ball in the corner of the room, a chain tied to his tiny foot and how that ached in War. But the sight of his son just made the anger fade away as he kneeled beside him, tearing the shackle with his hand, picking up the small figure in his arms.
"Daddy...?" The small bright blue eyes opened, looking directly to War's.
"I am here, son..." he held him tight to his chest as the boy was still whimpering "It is over... Daddy found you. You're safe now."
"I'm scared, daddy..."
"Don't be... I'll never let them get you again... Never..."