One Above All

Chapter 2: The boy who lost everything.

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He looked at the boy, his eyes slowly widening as reality washed over his mind.

Kishibe wondered if this boy knew what death actually meant, he was 7 years old, he could see it, but at such a young age a boy should be playing ball with other boys his age, they shouldn't even consider what it meant to die.

Because telling them that dying meant that you would not wake up again and that you would be born in a kingdom where you would praise an almighty deity that so many people affirm exists, it was not a thought that a child of his age should know yet, it is not that he necessarily believed in it but he knew for sure that from an early age young people should be educated in the best way, and that implies teaching them to believe in a religion that they will follow until the day they die, in those cases, many children are born with fear because they do not want to die They want to stay in this world with their family and friends.

This child... should still have his parents.

Unfortunately that is no longer possible, and unfortunately this child in front of him, this child who little by little let out tears and his eyes turned red, knew what it meant to die.

He knew that his parents were dead, he knew that they would not be with him anymore.

He knew that now he was alone.

"Wh-what?" he asks and hot tears run down his cheek as he desperately tries to wipe them away with his small hands.

Kishibe just stared at him neutrally, not making a move to comfort him, he didn't need to, and it's not like he was good at it anyway.

The boy pointed his finger accusingly at Kishibe "Y-you're lying!" even when his scream denoted fury, he kept crying without being able to believe what this man was telling him, who was he to say that his parents were dead? He couldn't believe this stranger, mom always told him not to believe the strangers that abounded in the streets, and now this man was telling him nonsense that only made him furious.

He woke up in the car and then Kishibe sat him in the trunk of the car to tell him about his parents, hearing that his parents were dead is not something he would wish on anyone.

Kishibe just looked at him a little longer and sadly shook his head.

"That's the truth child, your parents are dead" normally the devil hunters leave the places where they worked for the emergency teams to deal with, there was no need to stay and talk to the civilians.

But now Kishibe had made an exception for this child, he felt very bad for leaving the child alone for too long until the paramedics found him. He just felt bad for leaving this kid alone.

The boy's face crinkled upon hearing those words but he slowly lowered his finger that was pointing at Kishibe.

The child began to cry inconsolably, what that man told him hurt a lot, his parents died, they really were dead. They would no longer be with them, mom would no longer be around to tell him stories at night and dad would no longer be around to play hide and seek with him.

It was a lot to think about.

"I want my parents!" He gave a piercing cry.

Kishibe winced at what he was witnessing now, he didn't know what to do, if he tried to give him a hug he would probably just make him cry more from being hugged by a stranger.

So much was the noise of crying that he did not hear when someone stopped next to him, although he doubted it was that since his senses were very acute and there was only one person who managed to overcome them with difficulty.