In a town called Danbury. Under a certain apple tree lied a little red boy.
He was starving.
He jumped as high as he could, trying to reach a juicy, big apple.
It was a delicious shade of rose red. The apple was so heavy that it made the branch dip just a bit.
The boy slumped against the trunk. His chest was heaving with the effort, but still, it was just out of his reach.
He crossed his arms and held his head between his knees. He had no home, no parents, and now, no juicy, red apple.
He wanted to cry.
But then, he saw two black shoes right in front of him. Not to big so they were an adult's, but about his size
He looked up. A little purple boy held out a red apple, looking down on him.
"You wanted this one, right?" The purple boy said.
The red boy nodded, then reached up and recieved the biggest, juiciest, and the most red apple he had ever seen.
He took a bite. It was as good as it looked.
The purple boy just leaned down and watched, his tail swinging softly behind him.
"Not even a thank you?" The purple boy said, poking the red boy's forehead.
"Nan says to always be polite. No matter if you know the person or not." He curiously felt the red boy's face.
"Thank you. Now would you stop that?" The red boy snapped, still munching hungrily on the apple.
The purple boy took no heed of his words and did as he wished.
"Huh. You don't feel different. But you look different." The purple boy wondered aloud.
"What's that s'posed to mean?" The red boy frowned.
"Haven't you noticed that you're red and I'm purple?" The purple boy said, now sitting in the grass beside the purple boy.
"Well, course I have. But haven't you noticed that except for that we're the same? Well, except for that other thing-" The red boy was cut off.
"What other thing?" The purple boy leaned in, now frowning, too.
The red boy rolled his eyes. "Your teacher hasn't taught you by now? Are you even in schooling?"
"Of course I am. That's not the point." The purple boy huffed.
The red boy sighed. "What is the bloody point, then?" He took a big bite of his apple.
"You shouldn't say that. Nan says that it isn't a nice word." The purple boy slumped over, fiddling with the grass beside him.
"I've no idea who this 'Nan' person is and I don't care." The red boy continued to munch on his apple.
"You shouldn't talk with food in your mouth, Nan says." The purple boy mumbled, mostly talking to himself now.
The red boy finished his apple and set it aside in the grass. "You haven't got any food, have you?"
The purple boy stood. "My family brought me here on a picnic. And I went to this tree here because you were here and I haven't got any one my age to play with. I could introduce you and we could have some sandwiches if you like, but you'd have to promise me one thing."
The red boy had started to get impatient. "Sure." He sighed.
"Alright. Nan says-"
The red boy stood. "Enough with Nan. What's the promise I'm to make?"
"Promise that you'll be my friend from now on. You're the only one of my age I've met in the entire city." The purple boy held out his hand.
"Why, there's plenty of other children in the city, but sure. It's a deal."
The red boy and the purple boy shook hands.
"Now, what shall I call you?" Said the purple boy with a wide grin.
"My name is Marcus." Said the red boy.
"And my name is Raymund. But you can call me Ray." Said the purple boy.
Marcus was introduced to Ray's family and from then on out they were inseparable.
Nan approved.
Little Marcus and little Ray spent many of their days in the vast backyard of Ray's mansion.
"Turns out, there is something different between us." Ray would say.
Marcus would frown and tilt his head. "What are you getting at?"
"Well..." Ray would sigh dramatically. "You're it and I'm not!"Â He'd tap Marcus's shoulder and quickly sprint off.
Marcus would laugh and start running as fast as he could in return. "Not fair! I wasn't prepared!"
Little did the young demon and succubus know that something would arise that they both wouldn't be prepared for.