Generis

25. Ibrahid

"Is this the nice place you wanted to take me to?!" Davia screamed in terror, almost a thousand feet in the air, "Some 'nice place' this is!"

"Didn't you say you always wanted a 'birds eye view' of the world?" Ibrahid grinned cheekily, holding her tighter around her waist and pulling her higher, "So here you are, ma'am. As you requested."

Davia whined in complaint, her words occasionally cut off by his wings flapping in her face from time to time.

"You're gonna drop me! I know it!"

"You know what, I just might if you keep whining like a child," He sighed, pushing hair out of her face, "C'mon then, let's get you down back to the surface."

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"I saw a girl today."

Davia forgot she was eating a bar of chocolate and she almost choked on it. It was one that he had bought for her, for he knew how much she loved chocolate. She swivelled to him, outraged, and she could tell he felt her judgemental gaze on him, and he realised what it sounded like to her.

"No no not like that, Dev," Ibrahid reassured, patting her back, but making sure he didn't do it to harsh or she'd fall off the bench, "I mean, a girl. Way younger than me, like a child. I wouldn't love someone that young, ew, that's odd."

"Oh. Well at least you know better," She smiled, comforted, "Continue."

"You thought I was doing a lil' sneaky something behind your back?"

"Continue, if you please."

"Anyways, I saw her in the store today. She looked... lost. As if she wasn't present at all. And the man, presumably her father, I don't know, seemed to be scolding her. Now I think about it, I think I've seen him before. Not sure where though."

"What does he look like?"

"You know... purple-ish eyes, albino... pale-ish yellow-orange locs..? You know..?"

Davia shook her head, "Nope. Never head of em."

"Oh." He sat back and shrugged, "Well, I just thought that was weird. And so I—"

"Don't tell me," Davia groaned, putting her face in her hands and shaking her head, "You went to go and confront him, didn't you?"

"And why wouldn't I? When I think about it, the poor girl looked scared as hell.... But the man said that he was just warning her of something, and even I knew my boundaries. So I stepped back. But otherwise, yeah. That was pretty much my... rather eventful experience."

"I think the girl was probably more scared of you."

He stood up, offering his hand to help her stand up, "I just remembered that I have to go to the Library to pick up a book. You wanna come?"

"I'm a bit tired, Ibrahid. Can you take me home?" She asked, hugging him around his neck. He could tell she was growing exhausted for one reason or another; her eyelids were starting to close and she had been nestling closer to him as they had been speaking.

He hooked her arm around his neck, as if she had any trouble walking, which she didn't, and began walking, "Fine. Next time I'm not carrying you though."

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A few years ago, Ibrahid wasn't a Captain Archer, aka the one in charge of the other Archers.

Rather, he was the one in charge of sacrificing innocent people whenever they happened to stumble upon the entrance of their cult.

He also used to be one of those innocent people. Difference was that he didn't die.