6. Just Friends

It focus on him. But he held it with his hands. His hands gripped its big beak tightly...

"WAK!..."

It fluttered its wings, made a croaking noise and he close his eyes. He had a harder time fighting it. His body must have been pierced when the opponent managed to stab him. He has to fight! An overwhelming emotion dominates him this time. That is the desperation to live. He is happy in the world of people because he has family and friends. In this world, someone loves him and that feeling is so good. It was not in the world he came from, the place where he was born. To hell! He would never want to go back to that place. From within his body and soul he felt something. His hands also felt strange. Another kind of cold. His hands seemed numb and he was at an end. Surely his return to hell and his death will be bestowed upon him by his father Belphegor.

He was startled to feel that the giant vulture was no longer moving. He was stunned and shocked at what he saw. Ice covered its entire body. He stood up slowly and was even more shocked when he saw that even the floor was frozen. He looked at his hands... They were shining because of the ice.

"I-I have power? But why ice? I'm a demon so should I have the power fire?!" he does not know if he will be happy on what he discovered...

He is confused by how he feels right now. He sighed many times. Then he smiled bitterly.

"Of course, I'm a failure creation... I shouldn't be surprised."

His words were mixed with self-pity. He felt weak and he lay down in no time.

"I have to study my ability carefully. This is definitely not the first demon to attack me. They are many and I have to prepare myself. Huh, I will never go back to that place, I swear!" He said emphatically.

He clenched his fists. Eventually he fully accepted into himself the ability to appear in him. Little by little his eyes closed... Grimm fell asleep tired.