You needed someone to save you.

You lead a life of poverty, neglect and abuse. It didn’t matter wether it be god or the devil, you didn’t care.

You clambered onto the rooftop of the cram school; quickening your pace as you notice your bullies getting closer. Within no time you are pushed forcefully against the wall, the back of your head stinging. Repeated swings came for your face, each punch hurting more than the last. with your vision fading and your ears ringing you tried your best to fight back at the 5 boys but to no avail. muffled sounds of laughter filled your ears before everything became a blur.

“Eh? so your the one who practically kissed god’s ass for help.” A looming figure leant over you, hands his pockets, he ruffled his hair as he started down at your body kicking it aimlessly. “Get up” he mumured with a smirk. “You wanted help right?”. Your bleary eyes could hardly open; puffy and sore. Wether or not it was your fatigue you swear you swore a tail and claws vanish from the persons body. He brushes his hand over your face immediately healing your wounds. Stood in front of you was a tall, attractive man with a smirk.