Daniel's pale blue eyes were still staring into the darkness of his hands as he felt a hand taking them away. For a moment he flinched at the sudden tough, but then he relaxed and just stared into the demon's eyes. On his face his tears were starting to dry and leave salty trails down his cheeks and so did the red smears of blood that were turning into a darker color. He then slowly looked down at his parents as he was scooped up. It was a scary thing to see two bodies lifelessly laying down in their own puddles of blood. And that was also young Daniel's opinion. It scared him to see his father and mother with no life left within them. Their blood was no longer pumping through their veins, they no longer thought and felt, they were sleeping. They were sleeping the eternal sleep he had been told about when his grandmother had passed away. Another tear slowly trailed down his face as he turned his head back to the demonic figure in front of him. One of his small hands was holding on to his shoulder while the other had found an arm to hold on to. 

Dan felt safe in the hold of the stranger. The stranger that told him about his parents and would take him away before the bad man would return. Finally as he was carried up the stairs he buried his small face into his neck and closed his pale eyes. He listened to the man's voice and nodded slightly. It was just enough to be noticeable. His teddy bear was left in the puddle of blood downstairs. He had let go of it when he had brought up his hands to cover his face. He didn't feel the urge to get it back though. He was safe without it. The demon would keep him safe. To many it would be a strange thought to have a demon to protect a human kid. It actually was a strange thought. But Daniel felt safe and he felt like he was going to be alright. 

When he was brought to the bathroom and put down in the bathtub he didn't protest. He was too tired to protest. Soon he found himself with a washrag in his hand and warm water on his pale skin. He gave a silent nod when he was asked whether he could clean his arms and hands. Daniel found himself staring at the trail of red for a while before he started cleaning his hands. On his lip there was this thin, yet deep, scar that had been a reminder of when he tripped and fell down the stairs at school. It was something he'd always carry with him. It might not be the most heroic story to tell later on in his life, but it was a part of him now. 

When he was sure he was clean he climbed out of the bathtub and held on to the demon to make sure he wouldn't slip and fall. He then turned and took a towel from the rack next to the bathtub. He wrapped the white towel tightly around him and turned back to the demon. He looked up into his eyes once again and then softly spoke, "My name is Daniel..." There was a pause for a moment. "What's your name?" Water was still dripping down his face as he asked him for his name.