'Him! There he is!' a strong voice shouted. A young man tore through the woods, cradling two newborns. He couldn't let these two die, no, neither be caught by these people. Why would they want them anyways? After that large explosion of crimson and aqua, they must have investigated that. Or are they escaped Military subjects? No... Were they? This 'man' was actually a demon, escaping with the newborns he'd found after an explosion. About six or so homunculi handed the children over to him, just before being caught and executed on the spot. The night grew ever dark, the leaves flung in his face, and small droplets of rain fell.
'I'll protect you... Don't worry...' he calmed as one began to tear up and whimper. The other stayed silent, maybe dead. He touched it's hand and it began to feel alive again, maybe it was there in the explosion. One felt cold and dead, the other was filled with life.
Once he arrived in his home, among humans in a human neighbor hood, he washed them clean and took care of them.
'Don't worry...' he repeated,' I'm going to take great care of you.' There was a knock at his door, the Military.
'Hello? Is your family safe from the explosion?' a voice called.
'Yes, we're fine,' the young man responded. The voice faded, and so did the footsteps. The man looked down at the children, asleep in his arms.