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...A naϊve pervert is still a pervert, Malachai.

"Ah, well... A pervert is... erm... Well, um..."

Go ahead, Malachai, tell her. A low, devious chuckling began in Malachai's head from the Sinful's words.

"Erm... All right, it's kind of like... someone who wants to do things to you... As young as you are, the things are bad..."

"Um... It usually has nothing to do with starvation, " Malacha replied. "They're really things tthat I shouldn't describe because of their nature, but siffice to say that they want to do very inappropriate things..."

Mentioning touching. That should give her the right hint. ... Malachai? Are you ignoring me?

"Oh, and, just curious, but I will get my shirt back tonight, right?"

"I promise, nothing is going to get you!" Malachai said, rushing to the girl's side. "It's just this annoying voice making comments of the same nature... I won't let anyone do that to you!"

No one but yourself, Malachai? ... You can't ignore me for all eternity. Your current conviction will fall to oblivion, in time.

"If anyone even gets close to you with a thought like that in their mind, I'll take care of them! Please, don't cry... I'll protect you from those people!"

"What? No! I would never do anything like that! I'm here with you because I was forced into hiding and you were about to get caught by guards! We're both outcasts of society, now... That doesn't mean I'd do those things to you! Look, I can give you a weapon... If anything happens, you can defend yourself and stop anyone from doing those things! You'll know that you could stop me, even though I wouldn't do it in the first place..."

I might seem a bit perverted at times, Malachai, but I'd never tell those things to a young girl... It seems not all Sinful have some decency.

"Please, try to ignore it... None of that is true... Please don't cry, I won't let anyone hurt you, I promise."

Malachai, I realize the importance of what you're doing, but please make haste. The guards may arrive any minute.

“Where are we going?”

The child’s voice was faint, almost barren of any hope and calmness. It rang out through ghostly hallways, quivering and despaired, breaking the near deafly silence that had surrounded them. The two forms crept down empty passageways, almost inaudible screams of unimaginable horror trailing them as they continued their pursuit for freedom.

“I have told you already. We are heading for the exit.”

“Towards… freedom?” he asked, what little confidence he had now absent.

“Freedom is the idea of doing whatever you desire without consequences. The term is obsolete in my vocabulary… We’re just trying to make our hardships a little less heavy.” Caidoc had almost completely immersed himself with the scenery. Such a dark form against the shaded corridor, only the keenest of eyes could depict his entirety without making errors in where his body ended and where the background began.

“Oh…” the boy drooped over. Trudging onward, his only thoughts led back to the one basic truth that still haunted his heart: he had willingly condemned an entire mass of people… for his own soul to remain pinned in its mortal shell. What kind of coward was he? Could he truly trust Caidoc, who was able to kill with a grin on his face?

“C-… Caidoc…” he whimpered.

“Yes?” The form made no attempt at looking back at him. His sights were fixed on the path ahead, still waiting for any guards to wander down the halls towards them.

“Do you… think there’s a Hell?”

Caidoc no longer was able to help himself. He burst out in laughter. A cold voice banging against the confines of the room, tormenting the ghosts left there to suffer with its malicious presence. Chills were sent down Osyth’s back in waves, the maniacal screams from his supposed servant startling him to the point where he was prepared to head back towards his cell door and accept his original fate without argument.

“Hell?! My, my, Master Osyth, is this the delightful remorse for your actions? I knew this moment would be upon us! You are pinning yourself responsible for what has become of those prisoners, are you not?” Another fierce roar of laughter echoed forth, the murderer’s eyes turning to set themselves on the child. As wide as they were devilish, they were able to pierce fear further into Osyth’s heart.

“This is why I love your kind, Master Osyth.” He took a step forward, his face becoming more demented as he approached. “First comes the regret…” another step towards the young child, “then comes the moral conflict…” a third step, the black form now mere inches away from Osyth’s face as Caidoc knelt down, placing his hands on Osyth’s shoulders.

There was nothing but pure joy formed over Caidoc’s face. Made very obvious to Osyth time and time again, and it still had the same effect. He enjoyed killing… reveled in it… and soon, he would make him revel it as much as he did. Corruption was always the Devil’s game.

“… then, once you have felt the temptation that comes from sinning, you will know true bliss. You will demand of me more sacrifices for your will, and as an obedient servant, I shall oblige. Master Osyth, I have done nothing wrong. I merely am a spectator and an extent of your will in all this. An extension of your heart, I am not evil. That’s merely a title given to the enemies of humans.

“So please… do not speak to me about a place where evil-doers are sent away to. I care not for your kind’s lies to make your race behave. I only care about what the master wants.”

He let go of the child’s shoulders, causing the trembling body to shake and sway uncontrollably with their support gone. The child looked at the Sinful Angel for several minutes. One stood silently with a familiar expression once again showing itself for an innumerable amount of times since its creation. The other stood petrified, its voice lost and its mind warped by the words that had been forced into his its mind.

Could this creature really be… an extension of his heart…? Was that what influenced it to act bloodthirsty and uncaring? Was he... was he really as responsible for those peoples’ deaths as he had thought he was?

Hm, he had a point. But it was already dark! The darkness was related to the shadows right? Nonetheless she led him behind a tree and let go of hiim to crouch down and gasp for air. She'd been doing a lot of running. Thank you carbohydrates.

It'll be hard finding a shadow, the moon is just a sliver, it doesn't emit much light during the fall and winter seasons. Sinful explained. Please think something, I hate the silence, and the fact you're not thinking, as I said before, is terrifying. Most children think about everything like why the sky is blue or where babies come from.

"What about dogs?" Sinful asked using her voice. "Dogs have their damned sixth sense! They'll find us! We need to get to the creek and wash our scent away before running again! We'll lose them faster that way! Either that or somehow get us to the creek!" Her eyes were a much darker brown with a hint of red. It was Sinful speaking and ordering now. "Well?"