The Pit

devil boy

I'm not even sure how to TW this- bit I'll try ig
TW: child abu$e? (Kids hurting each other- but like- badly), abandonment? they pretty much get dumped in this place and have to look after themselves and get into fights over food, space and pretty much anything else, therefore most of them form little groups- so take that as you will

If you know how to TW this, please tell me

[??? POV]

Keep running, almost there. Just a little more and- thud. The floor came up to meet me, with just enough time to throw my hands in front of my face. It's times like these where I wished I had a travel group... But I don't need them! A foot connected with my stomach. Alright, maybe I don't need them- but some help or support sure would be appreciated in these sorts of times.

[3rd person POV]

A hand harshly grabs the boys hair, forcing his head up. "So, you regret messing with me yet?" The kid's only response was to twist around and, despite the stinging of his scalp, sink his fangs directly into the offenders leg. "SHIT" he cries kicking at the child, dislodging him and making his head hit the concrete floor with a whimper, the torn, bloodstained shirt and shorts doing nothing against the cold of the ground. "Little brat, think you can beat me?" The teen looms over the smaller boy in front of him. "Stay down"

The younger makes an attempt to sit up, only to immediately hit the ground again writhing in pain as his tail is stomped on. Kicking blindly, he lands a hit on the elders knee causing him to let out a muffled hiss. His triumph is short lived however, as a foot rests on his chest. "Thought you could get the better of me?" The pressure slowly but surely becomes more, until it's almost unbearable- then a crunch echos through the abandoned hall.

The older boy steps back, careful to step on the poor demon hybrid's tail as he does, and examines his work. "So next time are you going to think twice before you piss off someone bigger than you?" The demon whimpers again. "Answer me brat" he presses his heel to the alread mangled tail in front of him, causing another pained Yelp, some spluttering, and eventually a sentence- if you could call it that. "S-sorry, won't do it again"

A fake smile appears on the face above him. "Well since you seemed to magically get manners, how about I help you out?" The boy knows what comes next. "N- o thanks" he tries. "Oh but I really should" the smile turns to a smirk. Well, there's nothing to be done but wait. It doesn't take long, a fist raises above his head and- thud. Everything goes dark... At least the pain stopped, that's good. The inky blackness creeps in until it's all just nothingness.

[?¿?/3rd person POV]

"You did great, stop being dumb" I chuckle at this, Zephyrus is the only one that can call Protesilaus dumb and walk out alive- maybe Lethe too. "well maybe, but it would've been a lot harder without Nemesis" I just embarrassedly groan and turn my head away from the trio.

We all hear Lethe let out a sudden, worried chirp. "We're all fine... What's up mate?" Zephyrus puts a calming hand on the youngest's shoulder. Brushing off the hand, he rushes down the hall and around a corner, quickly morphing and falling to using all four limbs... Even now it's still terrifying to see him run like that- arms and legs extending and folding in unnatural ways. But of course we follow him, because he's the baby of the group at only twelve. Almost everyone in this hellhole is at least 15 and up, the others either safe enough to be trained to be good young or... the alternative

The three finally round the corner to see Lethe back in a more human looking form, body curled around what seemed to be a mass of black, purple and red. He whines, oviously wanting them to come closer. Once he had unfurled from the lump, it could be identified as... A child. A demon hybrid, arms and legs bruised, blonde hair stained with dirt, tail beaten and squashed in most places, but the thing of most concern was the trickle of blood winding it's way down his neck and jaw and coming from somewhere under the boys once-golden locks, seemingly not too far from one of the tiny crimson horns that couldn't be more that two months out.