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Chapter 2

An hour of walking passed, and the small demon was become tired from the loss of blood. Coming to a building, the man stopped and turned, looking down at him, Elias stopping a few paces behind him. "Do you remember what I told you?" He asked, his massive arms crossed.

Turning his golden gaze up to that in the building's appearance, Elias became distracted. His attention returned to the main, nodding as he traced a finger across his lips to mimic zipping them closed. He wouldn't speak until told, like he was ordered to do.

The man nodded and turned once again, pulling the doors of the tavern open. He ducked as someone from inside threw a glass of beer at him. Elias kept behind him, his reflexes kicking in as he caught the glass before it hit him. The other only glanced at the suspect and shook his head. The smaller male looked into the tavern with wide eyes, settling the glass on a nearby table as he ventured inside the tavern.

The two went towards the back before the larger of the two opened a door, looking over his shoulder at him. "Go in." At first Elias hesitated, sparing the male in front of him a questioning look before stepping through the door. He wanted so badly to say something, but refrained in fear of being hurt.

The male pushed him further into the small dark room where other kids, slaves, were. "Sit down, stay quiet, and DON'T get up." He said firmly.

Elias' vision quickly adjusted to the sudden darkness in the room, glancing around him, a nervous flutter rose in his stomach. He glanced at the male once again. He looked down, sitting in an open spot as splotches of darkness began to show in his vision from the blood loss.

The demon flinched at the man's words, opening his mouth to object only to have the door close. "Dammit..." He murmured, looking at himself. HE pulled off his torn and soot stained shirt, pressing it to the claw marks in attempt to stop the bleeding as Actaeron sat with a few other hunters, speaking loudly about their missions that they carried out in the day, but Actaeron never spoke of the boy he unexpectedly brought back with him.

Thankfully, the bleeding eventually did stop, but he knew that if he didn't do something more that it would get infected. He laid back, his long hair pooling around his neck. "I am so fucked..." Elias finally got some time to rest, keeping his shirt firmly pressed to his wounds. He tied in place, getting up and trying the door, only to find it was locked. In attempt to get him to sit back down, a slave tugged on Elias' arm pleadingly, only stopping when he listened and took a seat besides him. The other slaves watched him, all of them knowing that he was different, keeping themselves huddling up with each other.

Elias remained in place, ripping a strip of cloth from his shirt, using it to tie his hair up into a ponytail. His horns were still in plain sight, the dark obsidian color rivaling his raven hair. "I want out of here." He whispered, glancing around carefully. He sat up straighter when he saw a vent, getting up and going over to inspect it. He was suffocating in the small room, and he was finally free, yet not free at all.

" I wouldn't do that. " One of the older kids said quietly, watching him cautiously.

"Why not?" He asked, looking back at the girl before he started taking out the screws of the grate.

"Because Everyone who has tried fell through the roof over the tavern. It's a trap." She murmured and glanced at the door, holding onto a boy who had climbed into her lap.

Elias stilled, sighing. "So we are just supposed to sit here? For how long?" He questioned, brows knitted in agitation with himself.

"Until our masters or mistresses retrieve us. At the moment they are enjoying themselves."

"Just relax." The older boy she was sitting with added..

Elias sighed, flashing the two a thankful look before he simply sat down with his back against the wall.

"Okay..." He mumbled, an electric shiver running up his spine from the feeling of cold concrete against his bare skin.

"How did the cut happen?" The boy asked curiously as he rubbed the female's back in a comforting way. Elias looked over at the boy, wondering if he should share about being a demon what not.

"My former master cut me... I was trying to run, but he caught me." He explained, rubbing his forearms. The other male only nodded.

"That sounds fun, but your new one is worse." He warned quietly and looked down. The demon became rigid at his words. Clenching his fists at the very thought.

"Surely not." He disagreed. He had scars from burns all along his arms from where he had been used as an ashtray in the past and bruises on his ribs.

"We've all had him once." The older male replied, glancing up at him. Elias was quiet for a while, eventually sighing as he curled up against himself.

"Any words of warning?" He asked.

"Just do what he says." The boy replied silently. The younger demon nodded, closing his eyes as he waited for his new master to return.   

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