In one of the small towns, right outside of demon territory, a bit of a commotion was taking place.
Encircled by a group of young children a small girl was collapsed on the ground, crying into the dirt. The other children were merciless and even as the girl bawled her eyes out their jeers and insults continued to bombard the girl.
The focal point of the harsh words was the small pair of wings that was nestled on the girl's back. Her tiny horns were obscured as she pressed her face into the ground and cried.
"Maybe we should help her out and get rid of those atrocities."
A small shout excitement arose around the children and some instantly began tugging on the wings. The girl's body easily resisted the attempts of the weak children, but the young child could only feel more worry as the others began to become more and more vicious.
Suddenly, a few of the watching children were shoved aside as a newcomer arrived.
