I continued to run until the towers of the castle were getting dangerously close, and I stopped to look behind me. I saw that I was alone, and that no one had followed me. 'They must be afraid of whatever lies within that castle.' I thought. 'If that's the case, I had better stay away from it.' And so I was always careful of where I was then on.
I lived many months in my new home, eventually becoming comfortable with being alone. But one day I had unknowingly wandered too close to the back towers of the castle. Not too soon after, I realized where I was, but before I could turn to leave I heard someone crying nearby.
I couldn't ignore it, I was a unicorn after all. My only purpose was to bring happiness, so I headed towards the voice. A moment of walking later, I saw a demon boy with his arms folded over his head, sobbing against a boulder. I instantly knew from the memory that the boy was Sythyon.
I could tell by his crystal white hair, and his velvet red and black wings. He looked so much different though. His hair was longer, and it grazed his shoulders. He was also as skinny as I used to be when I was a slave, though he was still around the same height he is now.
He was covered from head to toe in bruses and cuts, and his wings were ripped badly. I stepped closer to him and he heard me, raising his head quickly. When he saw me his eyes widened. It was obvious that the last thing he was expecting to see was a unicorn. I noticed that his face was brused and scratched as well and that his bright yellow eyes were larger, and only full of sadness and fear.
I started to walk closer knowing that this demon was more afraid of me than I was of him. He had no reaction as I stopped in front of him. He only looked at me in surprise. I remember feeling the same way I do whenever I see Sythyon in any kind of pain. I wanted to comfort him, and never let go of him until he said he was okay and meant it.
I then lowered my head so my horn met his forehead. A spark came from it, allowing him to feel the warmth of my soul, knowing that demons understood the soul more than actions ever could. He closed his eyes and smiled softly untilI I pulled away.
He opened his eyes again looking at me with no expression for a moment, then slowly reached a hand out to me. I hesitated, then let his hand brush my face. He pet me for a minute before a voice from the castle came calling for him. In that moment, his calmed body stiffened again, and he pulled away in fear looking towards the voice. I knew that whoever was calling him was the reason he was crying in the first place.
When he shakily stood up and turned around without another thought, I quickly ran in front of him. Surprise entered his expression, even more so when I turned my head towards my back to tell him to ride me. He stared in disbelief until the voice came again, and he hesitantly stepped closer, and climbed onto my back.
As soon as he was on, I took off running into the red woods. I don't remember what caused me to do such a thing, other than I didn't want to see him get hurt again, even though he was a demon. Taking him for a ride had a greater impact than I expected, and made Sythyon so happy even after he had beating after beating from his father. I enjoyed it too, so I came back every day, and eventually we became friends.
He started to speak to me, and I always made sure that I was there to listen, even though I couldn't respond. One day about a hundred years later, Sythyon didn't show up to the place we would usually meet. I waited for hours but he never came. I found this extremely unusual since he'd always be the first one to show up. I waited a few more minutes then decided to go looking for him around the courtyard of the palace.
A while had passed before I heard a loud scream coming from up ahead. I instantly knew that it was Sythyon screaming and sprinted towards it. I stopped dead in my tracks after I turned the corner seeing a demon with jet black hair with his back to me.
He was holding out his hand while bursts of grey lightning came from it. The magic constantly hit Sythyon, lingering bolts inflicting him with so much pain his screams became rasps. He was covered with scratches and his skin was starting to burn off of his body the more attacks he took. I was so traumatized that I didn't realize that the other demon was yelling in anger at Sythyon.
"What the hell is wrong with you??!! Why won't you speak?? I know you can!! You think you're better than me??!! Let's see you try and take this!!!" A large unstable ball of magic appeared in his hand, the size of it clear enough that the blow would definitely kill Sythyon in the state he's in. Without thinking, I quickly ran around the demon and in front of Sythyon before he striked. I closed my eyes expecting to feel excruciating pain, but I didn't. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked up at the face of the demon in front of me.
The first thing I noticed was his eyes. Bright orange with a small glow to them as he stared at me frozen in shock. The demon was Lothor. His appearance was the same as it is now other than looking slightly younger. The ball disappeared in his hands, but he still didn't move.
I ignored him and looked down at Sythyon below me. He was also surprised, but the look in his eye was dead. He didn't have the strength to do anything but look wherever his head was pointing. I remember that look. It was the same look Arine and Ikko had on their faces after hours of torture.
I felt my heart ache for him seeing his torn up body and now dirty hair fall over his bloody face to his stomach. His surprise faded and his eyes fell to Lothor. I looked to him as well but the shock had disappeared from Lothor's expression and was replaced with something else I couldn't quite place. I saw intrigue, admiration and I thought I saw a spark of compassion. His form relaxed and a small smile appeared on his face though his voice was excited and playful. "A unicorn? In hell? Where did you come from little one?"
Sythyon then glared at Lothor and sat up shakily, wrapping himself around one of my legs as if to tell him that I was his. Lothor raised an eyebrow and stepped toward us. "Well. Is she the reason for your constant sneaking off brother? I must say I understand why she would be worth your time. Such a beautiful creature. But I'm surprised you haven't eaten her yet. Her soul is so unique and I've seen nothing like it."