#hofniel

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Eu sempre tive fama de durona e fria. Me desmanchei quando ele sorriu.

Desabafos de Sofia.

[monstrousaffections1]

Hofniel

Beatrix tried not to breath in the smell of the cigarettes. Failing of course. But one could live under the illusion that they prevented the toxic smoke from entering their lungs by taking short breaths. The street lights flickered a little. The moths and mosquitos swarming the lights. Tugging her sweater tighter she rubs her hands together, attempting to warm them from the chill of the night that seemed to drag on and on. The eleven-year-old wasn’t the only one hear. Other kids loitered around the place. Some in groups, chatting to each other and playing on their phones. Others treating the spare space under the highway bridge like a skatepark. Preforming tricks and cheering each other on. A few others, like herself, stayed huddled together, or by themselves. Nowhere to go. No people waiting for them. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear she adjusts the beanie upon her head. Olivia was meant to meet her hear. She said she was getting dinner this time. She was late. It had been half an hour. Where was she? The older girl was in the same position as herself. A runaway. A part of her worried she’d been picked up by the police and taken back to that place she spoke about bitterly. St Albertus. A Nunnery and a shelter for removed children unfit for foster care. Beatrix hugs herself as her stomach rumbles. The steam came out of her mouth. In the middle of winter, it wasn’t smart to be out too late. But unless you wanted your food stolen from you, never eat at a fire barrel. She didn’t like it out hear. There were whispers of disappearances. Amongst the others. “Lost?”. Beatrix jumps and grabs for the mettle pipe leaning against the pillar. Swinging without a second thought she almost hits the older boy, but he catches the pipe. He tilts his head with surprise. Amusement lacing his expression. Instantly she feels stupid. This isn’t a kidnapper. It’s a just another kid. She blushes. Letting go of the pipe she leans against the pillar again, avoiding eye-contact.   “Uh… no… Just waiting for a friend.” She says. Chewing the inside of her lip. The boy raises a brow, his eyes seem to know more than he should. He tosses the pipe to the side and shoves his hands in his pockets. “Olivia right?” Beatrix looks at him incredulously. He laughs a little. Almost patronizingly. “Your friend. Her name’s Olivia.” She swallows, nodding. And she wonders, for a moment. How did he know that? He wasn’t part of their group. Not that she knew all of them by name. But faces were a definite feature she could always remember. She frowns a bit. “Who are you? And how do you know Oli?” She demanded, taking a step backwards. He chuckles. “I’m Hofniel.” She frowns. “That’s a angel name.” Beatrix snaps almost accusingly. He shrugs. “My mum has a sense of humour.” Hofniel remarks snidely. Running a hand through his choppy black hair, he looks around, and for a moment Beatrix swears his blue eyes turn red. Then his sardonic smile is back on his face. “You hungry? I know a really good food joint down by the docks.” She takes a step back. “I’m not going anywhere alone with you…” Hofniel nods, as though he expected the reply. “Ok, fair enough, though, hold that thought.” He calls out to another member of Beatrix’s group. “Oi! Jackson! Wanna get something to eat!?” The other boy grins. “Sure thing! I’m starving!” Hofniel turns his attention back to her. “What you say kid? Coming?” her stomach growls with hunger. “I told you I’m waiting for someone-“ “Olivia’s not coming kid. It’s been half an hour. Now. You wanna stay out hear all night starving? Or you wanna get some chow?” torn between wanting to wait just a little bit longer and her stomach. She eventually gives in. “….ok…” Hofniel clasps his hands together with enthusiasm. “Great! This way.” And as the demon walks off into the darker streets, the two young unwanteds follow him.

Bee remembered the first time Hofniel showed her his true form. The black-haired boy sprouting black fur that just seemed to grow out of his face, his sockets growing bigger, ears stretching to perch above his head. Clean teeth sharpening and forming into fangs. Wings bursting from his back. She’d been terrified, that was when she had been Beatrix. Before she’d been pulled into the world that she is in today. Attempting to run she had raced through the warehouse, the other kids laughing and whooping.

“We got a runner!”    

“Run girl run!”

“He’s gonna getcha!!”

She’d heard Hofniel’s laughter as the demon chases after her, running on all fours like a animal. He caught her within seconds, knocking her to the ground and pinning her wrists for a moment before leaping off.

“Run!” he exclaimed, a crazed look in his eyes, the blue in his eyes seeming to drain out of enlarged irises, replaced with blood red. Tail lashing back and forth excitedly he leaps off Beatrix, delighting in how she scrambles to her feet and tries to push open the door. It’s stuck closed, not locked, but there is definitely something heavy against it. She flinches when Hofniel calmy grabs her shoulder and turns her around to face him. The friendliness back on his face. “Ok, Ok, calm down, haha, calm down Bee.” She opens her mouth to scream, but he grabs her chin, holding her jaw shut. “Shshsh, it’s alright.” He chuckles. Digging his claws slightly into her face, pricking the skin. “Calm. Down.” Beatrix feels her heart shudder as her eyes roll back into her head and her knees give way. A few of the others laugh as they exchange money.

“Told you she’d faint.”

Hofniel giggles and scoops the kid up. All of his Unwanteds reacted in one way or another. Every time he showed them what he really was. The main reaction was obviously fear, but then even fear incorporated itself in different ways, some ran, others tried and failed to attack him, and some simply froze. Placing Bee in her bed he instructed Jackson to keep her from panicking when she woke up. Looking at the others he smirked.

“Whatta you all gawping at? It’s an hour till the parade starts, go be useful n pick some pockets!” he snaps at them. Teenagers. Granted he himself was one, he’s always been a teenager. Never aging a day past sixteen. Which had given him his title. Bestowed by Lucifer himself. The Demon of Youthful Rebellion.

 At 13 she counts the empty bullet shells; she keeps each and every one. As a reminder. Of what she does not know herself. Sucking on her split lip she savours the sting as she adjusts her gloves, bruised knuckles and bandages over her where her fingernails should be. ‘I’m so tired…’ she thinks to herself, running a hand over her forehead, feeling the sweat and a burning graze.

“Hey.” In her prefile vision she sees Hof jump up to sit on the railing. With a groan she tries to ignore him. The demon raises a brow, with an annoyed growl he looks up at the sky.

“Look… About what happened the other day…” she starts to stroll down the walkway of Sydney Harbour Bridge. The black furred demon follows her.

“Hey don’t ignore me I’m trying to apologise over here!” He snarls, grabbing her arm roughly. Jerking her arm out of his grip she delivers a punch right to his nose, a satisfying crunch is music in her ears as he yells in pain.

“FUck!!” he shouts, grabbing his nose. Beatrix shoves him hard in the chest, knocking him back.

“Stay Away From Me!” She roars. Hofniel groans, snapping his nose back in place.

“Oh please, it’s not like I’m the one who ripped off your fucking fingernails..”

“No! But Your fucking friends Did!”

He sighs, running a hand through his fur. His eyes a unreadable mixture of annoyance and guilt.

“Look… I didn’t know they would do that… I specifically told them not to harm any of you guys… If it’s any consolation, I’ve ripped out his eye.”

She looks at him, confusion. “Huh?” Hofniel scratches the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. The arm around her shoulders speaks more words than his mouth ever could.

 Hofniel’s tail flicks calmly as he leans against the wall of the ally way. Lighting a cigarette. The sound of fists hitting flesh making his ears twitch. It’s Christmas Night. It’s chilly tonight so he’s wearing a long-sleeved jacket, forgoing the fish net stockings for skinny jeans. Breathing out smoke he looks to the pulp laying on the icy ground. Pushing off the wall he strolls over with a drifting gait. Kneeling down he lift Jackson’s head by his hair. The demon considers the human for a moment, an expression of apathy plastered over his face. It made the others uneasy, there had never been a day where Hofniel didn’t wear a cheeky smile, weather it promised a day of light hearted fun or dangerous animosity. But today, they had no idea what he was going to do. And that frightened them. Dropping Jackson’s head back onto the concrete, Hofniel straddles the boy and cups his face.

“I’m getting bored Jackson. So how bout you save us a lotta time. Where did she go?” The boy gazes weakly up into the demon’s blue eyes, it was always so easy to lose yourself in Hofniel’s eyes. In most cases, paired with his boyish smile, the brightness in them could be mistaken for innocence. Unless they turned red, when they turned red, anyone who was anyone knew they would most likely never see the dawn. Hofniel sits up, tilting his head to the side. “Don’t make me do something I’ll regret Jackson.” Spitting blood the nineteen year old groans a bit.

“Like you’d regret it…” As he grounds out these words the familiar smile spreads over Hofniel’s face. Bursting into a uncontrollable fit of giggles he runs a hand through his head fur. Gazing down at Jackson, his eyes begin to waver between blue and red. As though he is holding himself back, just barely.

“Ooooh.. Jaack.” He seethes out. Looking towards the group that lingers uneasily. He puts his hand out towards a nine-year-old. The child hesitates. His eyes harden for a moment. “Now Molly.” With fear the small one hands him her Hello Kitty knife. His smile sweetens. “Thank you.” Forcing Jackson’s arms to his sides he moves forward, straddling his chest.

“I’m not going to ask you again.” Jackson sighs a bit, trying to move but the demon keeps him down. Staring up at the sky he watches the snow fall like stars.

“Fuck .. you..” The red in Hofniel’s iris overcomes the blue, he licks his fangs as he starts to laugh

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