The demon sprung forward, catching him before he could hit the ground and quickly sweeping him into their arms bridal style. He peered down into their face, silver eyes raking over the shape of his nose and closed eyes, drinking in his unmarred visage. The boy seemed to be breathing, evident by the rise and fall of his chest.<br/><br/>"Rather great timing." They murmured, starting to stroll down the sidewalk with ease. They cradled him close so that his head wouldn't loll and jerk with each step further from his home, his childhood. The sky, once a lazy day warmed from the summer sun peaking in between fluff was now covered with dark rain clouds; a summer shower to cool off the late afternoon.<br/><br/>Plip. Plip.<br/><br/>Two drops of rain stained the baked sidewalk and immediately absorbed on contact. More dropped, misting his master's face but they didn't stop, just picking up the pace. They needed to reach shelter soon before any nosy humans poked about. They'd be crawling all over the area; those gunshots weren't exactly quiet.<br/><br/>The day was crying on and off as the sun fell further into the sky, the demon walking past houses that turned into fields of harvest and cows.<br/><br/>"Now where is that cemetery....." They muttered to themself, arms not tiring a bit as they stopped at a fork in the road. It was around here somewhere. They vividly remembered its simple yet enduring stone mausoleum on the top of a hill looking down at the other fresh gravestones having just been carved. But that was a couple hundred years ago. The wooden ones of the poor would have rotted by now, that was certain. The sign post before them stood withered and chipped, splitting the road into two. One arrow pointed to the left reading "Greene Road". The other sign pointing right was broken in half, unreadable, and the path unpaved.<br/><br/>The road now littered with unkempt potholes and puddles, the demon's boots crunched as the road turned to gravel. Two more farms later, now cloaked in the woods, did they finally turn onto what looked like a gravel driveway continuing deeper into the forest. Graves littered both sides of the road contained by a rusted, wrought-iron fence.<br/><br/>Finally, they arrived just as thunder rumbled and the rain started up again. Past the broken gate hanging by a hinge, before them stood a plain mausoleum. Graffiti stained the sides but its chipped roman columns and stone ceiling provided reprieve and shelter. The large stone door stood ajar as the demon slipped inside. A grey angel without a nose and or hand peered at them both silently, its cherubic, marble gaze neutral and unseeing. In the middle of the room was a plain raised stone platform. Pine straw and dead leaves made a carpet underfoot, softly crunching as they laid the boy out gently. He took off his jacket and covered him up with it.<br/><br/>They were finally safe.