Ask The Prince Of Hell

Now in a much better mood, Enoch laughed and tugged on the woman’s hand as he picked up his pace into a light run, eventually having to stop when he realized that the marketplace was too crowded for that sort of fun.

Beelzebub laughed softly as he was pulled along. “Slow down there! If you try to run, you’ll knock someone over!”

Enoch’s forehead furrowed as he frowned, wondering why the woman was staring at him like that. He hesitated for a moment before reaching up to grab her hand, nodding when she asked whether they ought to check by the fruit seller.

Enoch nodded and squeezed back slightly, a small smile on his face now. It was much better having someone to help him instead of wandering around till he was found.

“Let’s go, then,” Beelzebub said, leading the kid towards the stall where the fruit seller set up shop.

Enoch’s forehead furrowed as he frowned, wondering why the woman was staring at him like that. He hesitated for a moment before reaching up to grab her hand, nodding when she asked whether they ought to check by the fruit seller.

“The fruit seller? Okay, then, should we go over there and see if she’s there?” Beelzebub asked, going to stand, even as he stared at the kid, noticing his eyes for the first time. He’d never seen anyone with eyes of any color but brown in this city before, but this kid... Those were the greyest eyes he had ever seen.

Automatically wrapping the small kid in a hug, Beelzebub patted his back soothingly. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, calm down, I’ll help.”

Automatically wrapping the small kid in a hug, Beelzebub patted his back soothingly. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, calm down, I’ll help.”

Beelzebub chased after the kid, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him to a stop, kneeling in front of him. “Hey, hey, shh, shh, what’s wrong? Can I help at all?”

At the sound of a female voice, so close to him, Enoch reached out to grab onto the woman in front of him, clutching onto her dress and burying his face in it, now crying with relief at having someone to help him.

Automatically wrapping the small kid in a hug, Beelzebub patted his back soothingly. “Shhh, shhh, it’s okay, calm down, I’ll help.”

Beelzebub chased after the kid, grabbing his shoulder and pulling him to a stop, kneeling in front of him. “Hey, hey, shh, shh, what’s wrong? Can I help at all?”

Beelzebub kept talking to the guy, batting his eyelashes occasionally as he drove the price higher, making a move to leave when he looked like he was going to balk. “Come on, big guy, you know you want this,” he said coaxingly, before his eyes were drawn away, to a crying child who seemed to be ignored by all who passed him by. Logically, Beelzebub knew that one more abandoned child would be one more soul in the pit, being tortured and alleviating demonic pain, but... The kid looked like Aeshma. Aeshma, who had always followed Sonneilon’s lead, and hadn’t balked at leaving Beelzebub behind with scornful, angry words just a year ago. Before Beelzebub knew exactly what he was doing, he was striding away from the guy he’d been chatting up (an irritated “Hey!” rose behind him, but he paid it no mind) and towards the crying child.