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It was dark and windy though not freezing. The little old boy sat there at the corner inside a cardboard box, hoping an adult would help him. He was scared and hurt, with no one there with him. He felt helpless on this beautiful autumn night. The stars were shinning bright and wind was  flowing as they were racing and off to the distances, you could even spy fireflies illuminating the dark roads, that were migrating to their new home. But, sadly...this was the total opposite of the boy's situation. He was all alone.  He sat there, without a word, unsure of what to do or say. 

There wasn't a lot of people around at that part of town. The area wasn't all that safe nor was it the best place for a little boy to be, but the boy didn't know how cruel the world was to him. All he wanted...was his family. To hug his mother and his father...even his big sister. Tears came out of his eyes. Big boys don't cry, he said to himself and tried to wipe away the tears. He felt tried...maybe he will sleep, just a little bit? He closed his eyes slowly, and felt a bit better in his dreams.

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The man in the brown coat puffed and huffed. None of the lottery tickets he brought were winners. He pushed back his tangled messy black hair and cursed. He kicked the nearest thing he can find - a soda can. He could smell his own alcohol from his breath. His night was going bad. Why was his life so fucked up for him? He kicked another can, but then, he heard a small cry as soon as he did. He glanced at the direction of the noise and saw a little boy rubbing his leg. His can must have hit the poor boy. It was weird to see a little boy here in these parts and alone. The man smiled and came closer to the boy and apologized. He asked the boy why he was alone and where his family was and for his name. 

The boy kept quiet...scared to answer and too hungry. The boy looked at the man unsure on what to do, so he kept silent. The man looked like he was in his 40's, the boy observed, and he could smell alcohol from him. The boy thought the guy was drunk. He saw the man make a move, by giving his coat to him.

"Let's go to my house, little boy. I will take care of you. You must be hungry." and offered his hand.

The boy took his hand. Maybe he will be nice, thought the boy. And they both went to the man's house.

The man's house was in an place was located in the same bad area. The rooms were small and messy. The boy could smell dim cigarettes in the air. There was also a bucket at the side, which looked dirty. The living room was filled with  brown boxes at the side and scattered of clothes cab found on chairs and an old dirty gray sofa.

The man motioned for him to sit down, the boy did. The man then proceed to step into another room and came back few mins later with some pizza. The boy stared at it, hungrily. The man nodded for him to eat it- and the boy did. As the boy ate, at the corner of his eyes, he saw the man put something down on the table, but paid no attention. The boy ate as fast he could and finished it. He felt full. The man told the boy to take a shower. The boy didn't want to but he thought the man also smelled him too, so he did.

The boy finished showering and saw new clothes laid out for him. A red tshirt and jeans that looked a bit too big, but he didn't care since it wasn't dirty. He looked at him self in the mirror...and exited.

The man smiled at the boy and told him to sit next to him. The man watched the boy walk...every step he took. The young boy looked to be about seven or eight. The clothes were a bit too big on him, however his features shined though. The boy had black silky hair and blue eyes. His eyes were beautiful. His skin was smooth and looked soft to touch. The man extended his hand and touched the boy's cheek and slowly to the boy's neck. 

The boy looked up, a bit startled. The man came closer to the boy. The boy felt panic and very uncomfortable. He asked the man what he was doing and to stop, but the man didn't. The man just laughed, like he was some evil being. The man held both of the boy's hands very tightly, so the boy couldn't escape as the man moved over the boy's body. 

"Keep quiet, you little shit. I fed you and clothed you." 

"Let me go! You stupid pedophile!" the boy shouted as he tried to wrestle the man.

The man laughed at the boy's accusation. 

"I am only just showing you affection that you didn't get, boy. But I guess, this will fill my fantasies that my child porn videos won't full fill." he gave an ugly grin and looked at the boy...but this time...the man went a little pale.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" the man leapt back away from the boy. 

The boy's once beautiful blue eyes, was now pure black...his pupils and iris couldn't be seen. But that's not all.. the man watched in horror as the little boy's face changed to something monstrous with a bigger hanging mouth, shaper teeth, pale skin and horns? The boy's hands grew with long fingers nails hanging above his knee. The boy grinned.

The man opened his mouth to scream in horror but the boy was too fast, he dived towards his neck and ripped his vocal cords. Blood spilled on to the floor. The man fell to his knees scared out of his wits. The pain was unbearable, and he couldn't even scream. This is a bad dream, he thought, just a horrible nightmare. That's right...there's no such thing as demons or whatever this...thing was. He glared at the thing in front of him, as that might somehow make this all go away and he will wake up.

The boy looked back.

The man glared. Go away, he thought.

The boy smiled. It looked more horrifying then before. Like a scarecrow. 

The man turned white. Why did it have to be him? Why?

"Why?" it replied with a voice that sounded like a chain saw. "Because I am Diabolos. You are scam, with sins which you shall suffer and die a slow death for preying on the innocences." The thing came close, inches away from the man's face. "Remember my face when you are in hell." it said and made sounds like it was laughing. 

The man was on the ground and what he could feel his breath was leaving him. He watch thing disappear right in front of him...I don't want to die, the man thought. I don't want to die. I dont want - the man drew his last thought and breath.

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The policed watched everything in horror. Their hairs raised in the back of their necks. The victim seems to been a pedophile, with the evidence of child porngraphy they found in his computer proves that but in addition this sick bastard had filmed him assaulting the boy..but he also filmed his own death and this..this.. horrible creature. How do they explain this? 

"His name- it's name was Diabolos?" asked one detective. 

"That's how it sounded, why? asked the police officer.

"Because...it's the root of the English word, Devil."