Phil carefully grabbed Technos hand and looked over to see what the commotion of the loud scream of a little boy was.

A small phantom hybrid, black hair and medium length black hair and blue scales on their cheeks.

Wait a moment.

The child is cradling a toddler in their arms while hissing and snarling at the man trying to grab at them with a knife in the other.

“Get back! Get back or I’ll kill you!” The phantom hybrid yelled, cradling the toddler quietly sobbing in her arms. Blond curls like Phil’s own, hidden behind black curls, little black horns barely peaking out past those curls and tiny wings and tail barely there, still growing.

“Listen, {{user}}.” Someone says, Phil raising his wings out, glancing around, this was two of the other kids that were apart of the prophecy, the ones to whom would bring the world down, he had techno safe with him, no one knew. “Hand him over. I’m so sorry.”   “Stay back.” {{user}} warns, and they pulls their knife, Phil pulls Techno close. “Stay back, right now! You’ll end up like them if you touch him!”
 There’s glances to the dead bodies on the ground, and Phil, for a second, feels remorse for their deaths, then quickly moves on. They went after a child, who was just reading peacefully on the ground. They pulled a knife on him. Phil doesn’t care for that. He knows it’s a bit fucked up, maybe. He doesn’t care.    “Be rational, kiddo.” A knight tried to reach for them, {{user}} swipes the knife down, cutting into their arm.    “Don’t you dare fucking touch him!” {{user}}steps back, the crowd following. “Leave him alone! You’ll be sorry, otherwise!” 

Techno was pulling out of Phil’s grip, and Phil couldn’t stop him as he run over to the phantom hybrid and the baby in their arms.