The Children approached the black clad armored blade with curiosity. The air around his sword wavered in the wind, heat still clinging to the blade from when it was last powered on. Their parents watched paralyzed in horror as the young ones tried to get his attention, to speak to the black dog before them. Orthrus's blade hung on his shoulder as he spoke back to them, red eye visible through a shattered lens on his helmet. "Is it true mister?" one had asked. "My mother says you're a monster."

"no." The voice inside the suit called back softly, the black plates kneeling before the children as a gloved hand reached into the pocket on his left side. "I hunt monsters, to keep you all safe." The gloved hand retracted from the pocket with various wrapped candies he gently placed into each outstretched hand as they asked for a piece. "I protect you all like my family, as I was too young to protect my own when they needed to be saved." As quietly as he responded to the children, he stood again and began his stride back through the streets to his master Nero.

His armor didn't seem quite so dark anymore to the small crowd that agreed to stay silent on what they had seen.

Keep it a secret,  blokfort