The Boy She Met In London

Chapter II

(H/c) — Hair color
(F/c) — Favorite color

3rd Person POV:

The (h/c) haired demon quickly packed her luggage and prepared herself for the spell she's about to cast. She chanted the spell and with a slicing motion to the air, a rift hole in their dimension opened just the exact size where she can pass through. 

They've been taught  'dimension hopping' from a very young age, as it is important for transportation. After stepping into the rift, it immediately shut closed, the tear to their dimension no longer there. 

The rift is an endless space, dotted with stars, planets, and other galaxies; images of places from different worlds, terrains from unexplored planets, and sentient beings of unknown origin. Swiping through images and images, it took a while for her to find the picture of London. Tapping the photo, everything around her blurred as it zoomed past her form. The demon's tummy churning and her head spinning as everything happened so fast, the next thing she knew she's standing in front of the Tower Bridge of London. 

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[LATE 19th CENTURY LONDON]

It was already midday, she's already exchanged a few of her jewellery for a hefty amount of money, got a human disguise to blend well with the people, and already ate at a five star restaurant. Though it barely sated her hunger. The dimension hopping really made her famished, that's why she's chucking various desserts down her throat.

Walking down the cobblestone streets, she passed by rows and rows of shops and restaurants. Everything in the fancy decorated street was beautiful, but what she noticed though, was the starving and the poor hiding in the dark. Already feeling full, she strolled around the city looking for something to entertain her. 

Her peaceful afternoon was interrupted when a hand reached out towards her and pulled her away from the crowded streets of London. The unknown person dragged the demon in disguise towards the back alley where the looming buildings shadows over, the person pushed her against the wall and held a knife against her neck. 

"Hand over your money or you bleed here to death." The person said with a snarl. 

The demon in disguise felt a bit bored so she decided to play along. 

"Oh dear God, please don't hurt me!" She begged with tears in her eyes. The man finding joy in her distress placed a firm hand on her neck, choking her in the process.

"I won't, if you hand over your—" 

The man was cut off when a can hit him in the head. He slowly turned around and saw a boy hidden behind the dumpster, trembling in fear. 

"Ah, so a small rat saw us. I'll deal with this." The man was about to head towards the boy when it was his turn to be pulled back. The demon made a quick handiwork of hitting the man's vital spot before he fell on the ground asleep. She was about to pull his soul apart from his body when she remembers the kid behind the dumpster.

Dusting off her (f/c) gown, she then walked towards where the kid was hiding. The boy freezed as he saw the woman crouching in front of him, looking intently at his eyes. 

"What beautiful eyes you have." The boy tried to process what she said. 

'Did she just call my eyes beautiful?' He blushed at the thought. But most importantly, he needs to ask her:

"D-did you kill the man?"

"Oh him?" She looked back towards the sleeping man. "Nah, I just made him sleep. See?" The woman returns and pokes the man's tummy in which he groans. The now relieved boy stood up and picked up the bread he saw at the dumpster. He was about to say goodbye to the woman when the chef emerged from the back door. 

"It's you again, you dirty rat!'' The chef stomped towards the boy and raised his fist to hit the boy when the demon stepped in front of the silver haired boy to shield him. 

"How dare you raise your fist on a kid?" she bellowed. The angry chef took a step back as he took note of her attire and authority.

"M-madam, that boy keeps on stealing from my shop!" The chef complained. Curious as to what the boy got, she looked back and assessed both the chef and the boy. The chef looks capable and assertive, while the boy is all dirt and tattered clothes, clinging into a few pieces of expired loaves found in the garbage. It is clear to her who's guilty and who's not. 

"He's stolen nothing but discarded bread, sir."

"He stole MY bread, I baked that myself and I did not make it for dirty rats like him!"

"Okay then." She pulled out a gold coin and placed it in the chef's palm. "I'll buy this discarded bread, along with a few of the newly baked ones too." She smiled. The chef's eyes widened and swiftly made his way back to the bakery, later returning with freshly baked bread and handing it to the woman. 

"Thank you madam, thank you!" he bowed relentlessly and waved at the two retreating figures. 

"Here, you can have it." She passed the handful of bread to the frail silver haired boy. His eyes widened as he gladly accepted what she gave him. The two were currently walking towards where the boy lives, she offered it herself to keep the kid away from danger. 

"Madam, thank you so much! How could I ever repay you?" He asked with a tear stained face. The woman just chuckled at his childishness.

"Don't mind it." Was all she said before both of them stopped in front of a building with the sign 'Brothel'. A kid born in a place like that, pity. The woman internally thought.

"Thank you again, Madam! I shall get going now." He waved goodbye to the lady before entering the door of his home. 

"...What a cruel world."