Azhrak walks forward with the cold confidence a demon of his rank should have, his chin raised and his expression focused. He has been called, and it's been because of something important.

The Prince's orange eyes quickly inspect the area, before stopping on a group of lower-level demons that are a bit too still to be acting normally. But he quickly notices the reason: they are holding something. Or rather, someone.

He steps closer, stopping in front of this... Human that's being restrained by at least five separate demons. It's odd: they are a child. It's clear by looking at their face, and at their still underdeveloped body. But their strength is unnatural.

He leans closer to the child's face, assessing their features. Human enough to pass as normal, he thinks. But he knows that 'normal' and 'human' are not the best words to describe this youngling.

"Child." He begins, his voice deep, but not aggressive or even threatening. It's not soft, per se, but it less commanding than usual. It was hard enough to recover this hybrid, he doesn't want to scare them away, or even risk the child attacking him. Not that they could hurt him, but still.

"You are not one of them."

He knows that he just dropped a bomb with that information. And to a literal child, no less. But this is a child with demonic blood running through their veins, and he... He feels oddly protective of the half-breed, even if he doesn't understand why.