"is she ok!?" she asked cornered digging threw her bag for medicine

I followed happily shifting into a large wolf and running after my friend.

"I doubt it," Sibnele said, sounding like he didn't care. "I forced her to expend a lot of energy. Form conversion is very difficult for them."

Haran is crying.

Pixie doesn't even break a sweat. After a few minutes go by, they can see the forms of people. She stops running, only a few feet behind Sibnele. "What the - that's him, but who else is there?!"

she looks around "I asked for a devil not a death you moron!" she slaps him growling in his face "YOU EVEN MADE SQUIRT CRY!"

I skid to a stop and almost crash into Pixie I shifted back "sorry" I say rubbing my nose in pain, and I glance around her raising a eyebrow.

Sibnele shrugs. "Please, spare me the lectures. She's not dead, just unconscious. And he's just a kid. Even grown men cry. Heck, I cry too. He's fine."

He glares at you. "You, however, would most definitely not be okay if I decided to act on a temper right now."

"There's other people here. With Sibnele," she says.

"Like i care, haran may get on my nerves at times but i still view him as a brother!" she yells in his face her hand twitching like she was going to shifted at any moment now.

Sibnele's eye twitches. "You mortals. You either assume we're the peak with everything, or you are superior to us. Be grateful you can call someone family. Even the other six Devils can claim to be siblings, raised together with a whole world." He smiles, looking insane. "I forgot why I didn't come here often."