"Wake up." A voice breathed against Naamah's ear, making her scrunch up her nose. "Mmmm...what?" She mumbled, not opening her eyes. She noticed that she had some weight on her hips and opened her eyes. She saw Thanatos on top of her, smirking. "What the...um...Master?" She asked looking at Thanatos weirdly. He leaned in, softly pressing his lips on her cheek. She groaned in her mind, he has never been like this, she would never wake up in this position. How did he even get on top of her without her waking up? She would have felt the pressure on her hips as he did. "Yes, my love?" He replied in a whisper in her ear. "What are you doing?" She asked even though what she knew exactly what he was doing, or trying to do. "Mm..what do you mean?" He asked back dumbly. "I mean, why are you on top of me?" She asked, trying to lean back as he kissed her neck. "Because I want you." He murmured into her neck, biting it softly. She bit her lip sofly. "Hmm, interesting." She mumbled boredly, trying to suppress a small moan. She felt his hand go up her thigh and he rubbed it, his cold fingers caressing her soft, exposed skin, making her shiver slightly. Then he started to kiss down to her collar bone. Her breath got slightly deeper as he did. She tilted her head back slightly in pleasure, closing her eyes. The hand that was on her thigh grabbed a hold of her gown, pulling it up slightly. That's when Naamah got her senses back and pushed at his shoulders. "Thanatos, stop it." She demanded in a stern voice, pushing at his shoulders again, a little harder than the last time. Thanatos just groaned and pulled her body close to his. "No, you're mine." He snapped. She growled and pushed at his shoulders once more. "No, I'm not!" She snapped back. He put his lips on her ear and whispered seductively. "Oh yes you are." Then, with a harsh, hard tug, he ripped her gown in half. Her eyes widened at his action and she covered her exposed chest the best she could. "Vade putrescet in foramine!" She cursed at him in latin. She quickly got off the bed and ran to her bathroom, closing the door and locking it. She leaned her back against the door and sighed in relief.

Suddenly, she felt the door bang, then bang again. "Naamah! Get the fuck out of there!" Thanatos screamed from outside. "Fuck off!" She screamed back at him, not knowing what else to say. She heard him growl again as he banged the door again. "Puta! Sal de ahí!" He cursed at her in spanish. "Jodete, mamón!" She cursed back. They knew every language of the world. By heart. "Prefiero joderte a ti." He chuckled. She grumbled. "Just leave me alone! Dammit! Why do you want me so much?!" She asked angerly. "Because you're so tempting." He moaned, making her to glare at the door. "Go fuck a whore!" She yelled. "Don't talk back at me! I'm your mentor!" He yelled back. "That's not what you were five minutes ago." She retorted in a sing-song voice. He growled and pounded on the door. "Look! Someone died today and I have to go collect their souls, plus I got to clean my scythe." She snapped. The pounding stopped. "Fine." He grumbled with a sigh of frustration. She heard his footsteps fading away and then the door slamming shut. She sighed and unlocked the door, peaking her head out to see if he had really walked out and when she saw her empty room, she walked out. She put on her black, leather dress, that had a turtle neck, slits on the side of her legs, and a hole in the middle of her cleavage. She put on long gloves that started from her shoulder, to the palm of her hand. She had knee-high boots on that shimmered against the light. She took her scythe, which was had the blade splattered with blood and started to wipe it with a wet cloth. "Oh, darlin', yesterday was a good kill wasn't it?" She asked it, smirking slightly. The scythe let out a vibrating hum in response. She chuckled and continued to wipe it. Her scythe had a 'life' of it's own, in a way.

After she finished cleaning her scythe, she put it on her back and slowly and quietly walked out of her mansion. As she strolled around the underworld, she heard the moans, screams and screeches of lost souls in the bottom. She smiled and waved at the souls as they pathetically tried to crawl up the top. "Stupid souls..." She muttered smirking as she continued walking.

As she walked, she noticed the blacksmith, Abigor. She smiled at him. "Abigor, can you make me four daggers?" She asked, examining the other weapons he had stocked. Athame, swords, staffs, daggers, scythes hung on the walls. "Very well, what kind of metal?" He replied. "Stainless steel maybe, silver, normal steel…" She shrugged. "I'll just go with stainless steel." She decided. Abigor nodded and started to wield the weapons. "I wonder why you need these weapons for…." Abigor muttered sarcastically. Naamah smirked, slightly poking one of the daggers. "I honestly don't know, maybe I'll train a little today. My aiming isn't that good with daggers." She shrugged. Daggers weren't really her type of weapon, mostly things like scythes, swords or staffs. "This might take a while Scythe, you might want to go and entertain yourself." Abigor said, nodding his head as if saying "Go" She nodded and walked away.

She aimed the dagger at the target, both of her eyes focusing on the center on the forehead. She withdrew her arm back, then with a quick motion, she threw the dagger on the target. The dagger hit it's shoulder and Naamah sighed in frustration. She could hear the others laugh at her.

Not far away, Thanatos watched her, smirking at her failure. He was wondering why hasn't she given herself to him yet, she's done it with humans, why not him? He smirked as he walked over to her. "Need help?" He asked, tilting his head slightly. She looked back at him with narrowed eyes. "No, thanks." She snapped, turning back with another dagger on her hand. She did the same thing and the dagger ended up on the arm of the target. Thanatos raised his eyebrows. "It seems you do need help." He said, snickering. She sighed and turned back at him. "Maybe I do, but not from you." She said, rolling her eyes. "Why not? Daggers are my second best weapon, after the scythe of course." He said. She sighed. "Fine, but don't try anything." She growled, grabbing her third dagger. "Very well, you see, I think that the problem here is that you're letting go of the dagger too late." He explained, going behind her and grabbing the hand that was holding the dagger. She heard the other demons whistling as he did. "Plus, your position isn't right." He added in her ear. "You're to hunched up, and your legs aren't supposed to be together." He straightened her back and he was about to grab her legs. "Don't. Just show me the position." She hissed, glaring at his hands. He smirked and got into the position. Naamah looked at his body, inspecting the position. "Like what you see?" Thanatos winked and she growled and got into the same position as him. "Good, the rest is good, except the part were you let go of the dagger, let go of it a little earlier." He said, standing up straight, with his hands behind his back. "Take a deep breath and let go of the dagger when the time is right." She did as he said, taking a deep breath, withdrawing her arm back, she flicked it forward. It all seemed to go in slow motion, she felt her fingers slowly let go of the dagger, as she felt the dark oak wood of the handle sliding off her fingers. In a second, the dagger plunged into the targets head, right in the middle of the forehead. She let out a small squeak of excitement. But she heard Thanatos chuckle and she turned to him, clearing her throat. "Thank you, master." She muttered and he nodded in return, a sly smirk playing on his lips. He walked away, calling out. "Keep practicing." To her as he did. A demon, know as Adiel, chuckled next to her. "Wow, Skythe, you're quite close to your 'master'."

Naamah growled and her fist flew into his face. Adiel let out a demonic screech of anger as his eyes turned into pure black orbs. "Bitch." He growled, lunging at her. She swiftly dodged him, a smirk on her lips. Adiel fell to the ground and he heard his companions laughing at him. He growled, getting up. He revealed his black claws as he slashed her stomach. Naamah let out a small screech as she held her stomach. She looked at her wound, it was bleeding, not to deeply, not to light. She looked up to Adiel with scowl. She quickly grabbed the fourth dagger and stabbed his thigh. Adiel screeched and glared at her, taking the dagger off his thigh and throwing it to the ground with a grunt. "You fucking whore." Her eyes glowed. "What did you call me?" She hissed, tilting her head to the side. Adiel smirked, knowing he hit a nerve. "You. Fucking. Whore." He repeated slowly. She slowly started to walk over to him, her canines coming out. She felt two arms wrap around her wounded stomach and pick her up. She started to yell at Adiel in latin, while he just kneeled there and smirked, holding his bleeding thigh.

When they were far enough, the arms let go of Naamah. She turned around and saw Thanatos. She also noticed they were in his dormitory. "Naamah, you should be careful with your fights. Lord Adramalech won't like it if you keep killing his demons." Thanatos snapped. Naamah rolled her eyes. "Oh please, Lord Adramalech doesn't need weak demons like Adiel." She snapped back. "Every demon counts." He shrugged. "Now go back to your dormitory." He said, pointing at his door. She nodded and strolled out. "And don't get in trouble." He called out, sighing. As much as he liked seeing a very attractive she-demon fight, he didn't want Lord Adramalech to get angry at her and him. He sighed as he looked out his window to the Underworld. Oh Naamah…