The Boy Who Cried Wolf

The inquisitor jumped down from the corpse of the dead daemon, cleaning the black blood off his face. He looked back at the corpse as it dissipated, a smile on his face.

"Good." He said to himself, walking away, "This was easy."

He looked around, noticing the boy in the old clothes. He had short red hair and brown eyes, and a glare like expression on his face, like he had wronged him. He had been there the entire time, from start to finish, not saying a word, just staring. The inquisitor waved at him and walked away.

The inquisitor greeted some of the townsfolk, some thanking him for his bravery. The inquisitor only smiled, saying it was his duty. He approached a small hut, settling into one of the wooden chairs at the corner.

"Hey! If it isn't my old friend Miguel!" A man in an apron exclaimed. Miguel stood up, shaking the man's hand.

"How's business, Jose?"

"Business is business as usual. I hear you, on the other hand made another kill today."

"Ah, its nothing. Just doing my job."

"Hahaha!" Jose laughed, "Still humble I see. Same order?"

"Always." Miguel said, sitting down as Jose walked towards the counter.

"Now... what do I do about you?" Miguel said, turning to the boy from earlier. The boy shrugged.

"I came to eat."

"Yeah, I can see that. Its been the third time."

"I'm hungry."

"So am I."

"You don't pay."

"Indeed."

The two stared at each other in silence. A girl came with his order, placing it in from of him. Miguel thanked the maid, the latter who blushed and walked away. Miguel turned only to see half of his food gone, and the boy staring at him with the same bland expression on his face.

"Oi..."

"I did leave you some. Not like last time." The boy said.

"Yeah, but... you know what, never mind."

"Bye." The kid said, scurrying off. Miguel watched him go, shaking his head. Another day, huh?

"Thinking about that kid?" Jose said, sitting next to him.

"Who is he?" Miguel asked, "Ever since I came here, he's been worrying the hell outta me."

"Hahaha. That's just like him. Just this time around he does it without a smile on his face."

"Something bad happen?"

"Lost his mom."

"Damn..."

"Oh, don't be sorry. That happened a year ago. Nothing you could have done."

"Was there an inquisitor to fight."

"She died trying to fight the damn thing. Apparently its been a thing. Pops up, kills an inquisitor and a bunch of others and disappears. Has been doing this for a long time."

"Wait, the same daemon?"

"Well, it's the only daemon I've seen that looks like a full grown Siamese twin. A few guys tried to hunt it down but...well, if I told you the story, you'd lose your appetite."

"Oh please Jose. I just killed a daemon and here I am."

"Oh I'm not worried about you. I'm worried about the other guys eating here." Jose said as he got up. "I'd suggest that you don't face it alone."

"Relax, Jose. Don't think low of me."

"Ok. Don't say I didn't warn you."

"By the way, what's the kid's name?" Miguel asked.

"Spen. Spen Nikolai."

Spen flipped the bottle, grunnting as the half filled bottle landed on its side. He did it again, but it still landed on its side. Sighing, he looked up at the sky. The daemon had completely dissipated, leaving nothing in place. A few others had come to salvage some stuff from the rubble, anything useful. The people who lived here were new in town. They'd try and find another place somewhere else. Somewhere safe. Meanwhile people like him still had to protect themselves from the daemon, Diablos. Spen threw the bottle at a flock of birds. What a pity.

"My, my. What do we have here?"

Spen turned around, confused to see a man standing there. He hadn't heard him approach.

"Hola, como estas...I believe I got that right?"

"I can speak english," Spen said.

"Ah, good. Hello. How are you?"

"I understood the first sentence."

The man had brown hair and eyes and seemed very young. He wore a white lab coat and black trousers. His glasses had a purple hue to it.

"My name is Dr. Victor Vott." He said with a smile. "Who might you be?"