"One isn't always born a demon. We go through a human life before becoming the soul eating creature I am today."

The black haired boy leaned back against a prison cell wall. He had simply stolen a piece of bread to survive. As simple as that. Laws were too strict in this age and it was tough for a homeless kid like himself to survive honestly. Thievery was the only way to live.

He looked around at the cell he was in. It was cold, hard stone in the basement of the royal castle. The stones were a slate grey that gave off no warmth, no hominess. Just cruel pain and lonliness. The floors were stone with God knows what scurrying around. He assumed rats and cockroaches, but feared that he would be lucky if that were the case.

The worst part of the cell was the leaking. There were various puddles scattered around the small area. He shivered from the cold. This was no place for the young boy. He looked up as a door began to open from the hallway that lead to the staircase that, he assumed, led up and into the main part of the castle.

"What is your name." A portly man asked, pointing a stubby finger at the boy. The man's eyes narrowed as the boy did not answer, only looked down and stayed silent. "Well? I am awaiting your answer. If you do not answer soon, the punishment will be more severe."

"..." The boy muttered something incoherant and the man slammed the cell door open and kicked him.

"Speak louder boy!"

"I have no name sir." He answered more loudly. The man sneered and kicked him again.

"No name? No name? Pathetic. You are not worth allowing to live. I will save the King the trouble and dispose of you myself-" The man cut off to being kicked in the knee by a small redheaded boy.

"Run! Run!" The boy said, grabbing the black haired boy's wrist and pulling him out towards the hallway. The boy followed. He had no choice anyways right? It was do or die in this situation. The other boy changed his grip to his hand as they ran, hiding down hallways as to not be caught. The two stopped in a closet to hide.

"Why save me?" The black haired boy asked. He was caught off guard by the large, toothy grin he got in response.

"Because I want to." The other boy said. "You didn't deserve to be dragged off for a piece of bread so my sister and I came after you! I'm Ether by the way. What is your name?"

"I... I don't have a name."

"Then can I give you a name?" Ether tilted his head, his short red hair falling to the side. He looked funny so the boy laughed then nodded. Ether grinned again.

"How does Serath sound?" He asked. The boy nodded and smiled. All was silent outside the closet so Ether grabbed a hold of Serath's hand and pulled him down the hall and through a main entrance where a red-headed girl joined them as they ran down the snowy front lawn and to freedom.

The three stopped at a farm on the outskirts of the small village town. Ether fell back into the snow, laughing.

"That... Was... AMAZING!" He said, choking from not breathing. Serath and the girl laughed as well.

"I am Melody, Ether's sister." The girl said, turning to Serath and smiling. "You are welcome to live with us."

"I am Serath." Serath responded, smiling back. It was his first time truely smiling since the times before he became an orphan. He yelped as a ball of red tackled him to the snow and began to poke him in the sides

"Ha! Take that!" Ether roared, laughing and smirking. Serath couldn't help but giggle gayly. Ether snickered. "You sound so gay!"

"You are the gay one!" Serath said between laughs. Ether sat off of him and smirked.

"Yes. I am gay. Have a problem with it? Then leave."

"I never knew that human beings could be so kind. I was right yet wrong. Ether changed my life and views in many ways."