Skelephobia-The fear of skeletons. One of the lowest of fears in the world, and in devil's terms. It's quite weak.
Ozzie is just a pretty normal fiend. Except, of course, he works for the Tokyo Division of Devil Hunters and is revered as the stronge...
A red-haired woman looked out through the window, apparently thinking about something. She turned and looked to her right to see Ozzie there, sleeping loudly. Snoring without a care in the world as he slept, good thing the driver was a guy who was able to ignore stuff easily because if wasn't he probably would've lost it a few times. The eyepatch-wearing individual opened his eyes slowly and sat up as the car began to slow to a halt in front of an old warehouse. The garage door was open and it looked like hell spilled out into the world, blood and the rotten bodies of once-were people who had been zombies before being shredded.
As they stepped out of the car, the woman turned to the man and asked him a question. "Osmond, what do you sense?" He wore an unamused expression on his face, and he looked tired as if he had been worn down by a long day, even though it just started. "Death." With a composed demeanor, he spoke in a measured tone before taking the lead and stepping into the warehouse, being the first to enter the premises. "Someone beat us to it." The woman said as a smile found a way onto her face.
"One's still alive. But I think he did this." Ozzie said silently. He stopped quickly and his eye widened after seeing a standing person among the long-been-there carnage. "Huh. A kid." He said under his breath with his shock lowering quickly. He was right, it looked like a male kid, around 16-17 with chainsaws sticking out of his arms and an orange helmet with sharp teeth paired with the saw coming out of it where he bet the forehead is. Slowly the red-haired woman walked up to the chainsaw boy.
"Hmph... you're a strange one. You don't smell like a devil or a human." The woman spoke in a calm and measured tone, mimicking the same manner in which Ozzie had been speaking. She then turned her head to face the direction of the rising sun, allowing its warm rays to shine upon her face. With the sun on her skin, she posed a question, her voice still retaining its previous composure, "Did you do this?" The young man raised his head slowly as his balance became unstable. He opened his mouth and spoke, "H-... Hold me..." Ozzie walked past the teen with a look of concern on his face while the woman lunged her arms forward and pulled the young man into a type of hug. However, Ozzie was no longer paying attention to this as he inspected the large corpse of what was the Zombie Devil. "No Gun piece. Good. It'd be a pain to search for it like this. Oh yeah... chainsaw kid. How's the boy?" He turned to see a silently sleeping boy with wild dark blonde hair in the red-haired woman's lap.
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"Ah. He's okay... that's good." He said with a relieved sigh. Gently, Ozzie grabbed and lifted the boy into his arms he was just a child, so Ozzie placed the boy in the car with the others and the red-haired woman followed, sitting next to Ozzie who was in between the two.
A few minutes later on the road, the boy woke up, he was confused at first until he saw Ozzie, who was napping. Pretty loud at that. Soon the boy spoke, in a shy and almost scared way. "Umm... Hi," he said with a chuckle, which woke Ozzie up. The man sat up and yawned, his horns almost touching the roof of the car. "Hey there kid. What's your name?" The eyepatch-wearing individual asked the boy. "Denji. And... what's yours?" He asked back to Ozzie. "Osmond. Or Ozzie for short. It's nice to meet you Denji." Ozzie said in a gentle voice as if talking to a scared small child. Denji nodded and just kept silent, but something else wasn't.
