The Boy She Met In London

Chapter VIII

3rd Person POV:

"Huff...huff… why didn't you use your power?" The boy questions the lady as they both settle on a huge tree's branch. "We totally missed... the sunset..." He sighs in relief as they outran the bear and hide somewhere that the beast couldn't easily spot.

"I was just… I thought it would be good to have a quick exercise." The demon lied. She's actually bad at teleportation; she can use teleportation, yes, but that would leave her vomiting or having a headache.  The demon still hasn't mastered the art of teleportation, and she's ashamed to admit it.

The boy could see it, a tinge of darkness tainting her usual warm colour. She's lying. She's hiding something.

Noticing his mood turning sour, the demon sighed and decided to go for the truth. It wouldn't be fair if he's being genuine and she's not.

"I hate teleporting. It makes me feel sick right after I use it." She admitted.

The dark colour slowly dissolved, her lovely colour returned to what it was before.

"I guess even immortals have their weaknesses." He blurts out.

"We do."

Then it was silent again. It's already late in the night, the stars had already come out, stark and sharp in the unpolluted air of the forest. The crickets sang, other nocturnal creatures coming out of their home to thrive in the dark. Cold night air blanketed over their form, it was comforting after finishing a mad dash moments ago.

"How old are you, (N/n)?" He asked momentarily.

A brief pause followed, the demon is quite speechless at his question.

"I actually don't know… I was born years after the first humans were exiled from Eden. And in hell, we never celebrate birthdays, we don't keep track with age." The demon shrugs.

"But I guess… I'm mentally a 19 year old demon."

She looked at the boy beside her.

"How 'bout you?"

"I'm 12 years old."

She hums at his answer.

"Very young. You could accomplish a lot of things, make your mother proud." She smiles softly.

"Is your mother proud of you?" The boy wonders out loud.

"In my opinion, she is. She's been there throughout my ups and downs, and I'm sure she's happy with my achievements."

He couldn't be more astonished at how fast her colours changed. All he knows is that her colour is warm, fiery, and proud. She's so confident in everything that she's like the stars shining bright in the night sky. And someday, he hopes that he could be as great as her.

The demon's smile drops ever so slightly, the boy's lost in his thoughts again. To lift the mood up, she raised her palm and placed it on his silver hair, ruffling his soft medium length hair.

"I'm sure your mother is proud of you too."

Suddenly, the boy gasped and clutched her sleeves.

"A shooting star!" He points above the treetops, the sky was clear of clouds and a bright rock zooming in from a distance is visibly seen.

"Quick! Make a wish!" He clasps his palms together, closes his eyes shut, and mutters a silent wish. She copied his actions and made a wish on the shooting star too, something she never did before.

'I wish for my friend and I to live a great life.'