Elea nodded and walked over to Monroe. “Thanks,” she said with a smile as she took the sandwich and sat down, leaning against a sturdy wall. After taking a couple of bites and swallowing the food, she looked worried all of a sudden.

He looked at the child, “What’s wrong?”

“Just remembering my family.”

“What about them?” he asked.

“They’re all demon hunters, and according to them… I’m a demon due to my sister. I hope I don‘t meet them…”

Monroe laughed slightly, “Don’t worry, if they try to come here, I’ll stop them.”

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The two men eventually came onto the ruins of a town, the father leading.

His blonde hair was bound into a ponytail, which stopped at the back of his neck. Dark blue eyes scanned the area around him as he and his son entered the town. Light tanned skin glowed in the sunlight, a faded scar went from his left eye to his cheek. The man’s white shirt was visible underneath a red, long sleeved vest that ended at his waist. Light beige clothed pants fluttered in the breeze and his dark brown leather shoes thudded quietly on the ground.

His son, walking to his right wore a light brown, leather plate over his light blue shirt. The young teen’s dirty blond hair swayed in the breeze, even though it barely went down to his neck. His dark blue clot pants were tucked into similar shoes that his father wore. His skin had no scars on it, except for his light tanned skin.

The two eventually came upon the only other people in the town, before the older man noticed something. His voice came out in a serious tone, “Elea, daughter, you should know that you shouldn’t have a sword yet.”

As soon as Elea heard his voice, her eyes went wide in shock. No…