Author's note: Thanks for the review, to whoever gave it. Normally I do pre-readings of stories before I post them but, lately between all my classes I've just written and posted, hoping Microsoft doesn't do a strange auto correct that makes no sense…not much lucky in that hopeful thinking but I'll try to pre-read the following chapters to catch the typos if I have time. I'll try to explain Death's er…bodily functions in this chapter too or at least how I'd see it would work. Please keep the R&R coming, it does help with the story 3.

Curiosity and Crafting

The Succubus that was charged with watching over Death sat lazily on a stool across from one of her Succubus sisters. The Nephilim had requested that she leave him alone for a few hours and honestly, she took great pleasure in not having to be around that…creature. Death as her mistress had called him, gave her a bad feeling, though he seemed rather harmless, at least for now. The Succubus had several questions on her mind about that Nephilim she was forced to babysit first off, how could something be alive when it was supposed to be dead; second, the sisters stated that he had no blood in his body so how did he manage to get himself hard; third, why did Lilith's attitude to this Nephilim suddenly do a 180, one day she hates it then the next she's treating it like her favorite.

The Succubus let out a groan of frustration and flicked a passing insect that was trying to climb over the small wooden table in front of her, damn that Nephilim to the 9 levels of Hell. The smaller of the two succubi looked up at her sister and raised a brow slowly before putting a book she had been reading down.

"Now sister, what has you in such a foul mood?" The smaller Succubus turns her full attention to her taller sister.

"That little shit the mistress has me babysitting, I rather be polishing an Angel's 'holy rod' then continue babysitting him. There are so many things wrong with it, too many unanswered questions." The older Succubus slams a perfectly manicured fist into the table in aggravation.

"Tell me sister, what questions could you possibly have about that Nephilim, perhaps I can help you find answers." The smaller of the two sits on the end of her seat, showing attentiveness to her taller sister.

"The sisters said his veins are dry that would mean he's dead and it brings up…issues I ran upon the other day. He's alive but not alive and he's got this…thing for dead things, it's not natural." The taller Succubus shivers at the thought of the dead angel's Death had dragged back to his room.

"First off sister, what is this 'issue' you ran across and why do you care what he has an interest in, it keeps him busy doesn't it?" The smaller of the two asks curiously, almost guessing what is bothering her sister.

"I had a little trouble with him the first day after his 'birth', he was…well he was touching himself and it caused him to get hard and I had to take care of the problem before Lilith saw." The Succubus says with a quiet voice.

The other Succubus looks around quickly before speaking, "the mistress told you and the other caregiver not to touch them like that, what are you, crazy or do you just have a death wish?"

"That's not the point! I didn't touch him like that, he did it to himself, and I just fixed it before the mistress could see it and accuse me. It shouldn't even be possible if he has no blood in his veins, how did he even manage to get it up?" The taller Succubus hisses at her smaller counterpart, who rubs a horn in thought.

"Well the sisters said he was tied heavily to Necromancy, didn't they? Perhaps that Nephilim got it up by will of the mind or maybe some dark magic that flows through him allowed him to achieve something that would otherwise be impossible." The shorter of the two says quietly.

"And you think some great magic just…allowed him to get it up to allow him to achieve…" The bigger succubus stops her sentence and frowns as a realization comes to her, "That might explain the odd coloration."

The shorter sister raises a brow, "Coloration?"

The bigger of the two sits back in her chair, "when I took care of him the other night due to his touching, he gave up seed that was colored nasty, purple and thick."

The shorter Succubus goes a bit pale, "thick and purple? Was it rotting and nasty or…poisonous?"

The bigger Succubus shakes her head, "it was cool to the touch and thick but it didn't taste rotting and it didn't smell of rot either, perhaps there is merit to your magical theory, either way, I would hazard a guess and say he's sterile." The older Succubus gets up and walks to the door that leads to the main hallway, "I need to return to my charge, I'm sure he's had enough alone time as it is."

Death had been alone for quite some time and he would happily admit, he preferred it that way, and it allowed him to do his own things without the accusing stares of the she demon that was following him around. Since waking up, Death had taken a walk into the forge and watched the demon's craft armor and weapons. It hadn't taken him long to pick up how to copy them, to an extent anyway; their craft was weak but he couldn't figure out why. It annoyed him more than anything; perhaps the demons just weren't doing it right or maybe he was missing something important.

Death, as he found out he'd been named, had spent his precious alone time to attempt a forging of his own, one that could be done in his new room. The Nephilim was a little more than perplexed to wake up in a master bedroom, complete with washroom, a kind sized bed, desk, chairs, and a closet. The Nephilim had even been disturbed, wondering how they had moved him to begin with, but his caregiver had explained that Absalom had moved him to his new room. Death sat on his bed carefully working the angel bones between his fingers as he laid dark purple cloth over his black comforter.

Death carefully manipulates the bones into the cloth, it was agonizingly slow and it made him ache in strange ways. In the few hours he'd been allowed to have his personal space, he'd only been able to create a belt, using bones to outline a belt in a rather nice pattern if he did say so himself. The Succubus had said that bones where used to protect tissues and organs, and he liked to see them, for whatever reason, so they seemed to be the perfect armor for him. The bones added protection without being as heavy as the metal armor and the cloth was flexible, moving with his body instead of hindering it. The only downside was that, as Death was finding out, it took a good bit of energy to manipulate the bones to fuse with the cloth and it was taking quite a bit of time.

Death added the last bone to the belt and felt rather exhausted; perhaps he should have sacrificed his movement for just forging metal armor. Death lifted the cloth belt up and inspected the cloth and bone, it wasn't perfect by any means with some of the bones sinking too far into the cloth but it would suffice until he got better at such things. The Nephilim got off his bed and took his belt to a mannequin used to hold armor and ties the belt to it, one piece down and only an entire ensemble to go. The Nephilim rubbed the bridge of his nose and walked over to the bed and laid himself down on it, a pointless thing to do as the Succubus caregiver walked in a few seconds later.

Death didn't even bother to look at the demoness, he could smell her soul, or so he thought; he wasn't really sure what some of the things he felt were yet but he was learning how to recognize certain things. The Nephilim had noticed he could feel…or sense…or…smell the others, he wasn't entirely sure what it was. Lilith had told him what the sisters said about him but it was about as clear as mud to him but perhaps he just needed time to adjust and learn about himself and what he was. Death was aware that when around other creatures he could pick something up about them, he had been unable to figure out what it was though. Absalom, Lilith, his caregiver, the Succubus and tortured creatures in the lair, each had a unique "feel" or "smell". Death had started to pinpoint each one, now knowing Absalom, Lilith, and his caregiver's feel, it at the very least gave him a warning before any of them walked into his room.

Death could have hissed like a scorned cat as he felt his caregiver just stare down at him, it was annoying and invading his personal space. The Nephilim finally rolls over and looks at the female demon with narrowed eyes, finally forcing himself to sit up.

"What do you want, oh great caregiver." Death would spit out, his voice filled with disdain for the invader of his solitude.

"Don't use that tone on me, Death, your mother told me to watch over you and that is what I'm doing. I can only leave you alone for so long before I have to come back to make sure you're not doing anything that would harm yourself…given your young mind set." The Succubus smirks to herself seeing the disdain in the Nephilim's eyes.

"If you wish to actually do something for me, why don't you fetch me more purple cloth, I used up the last bit of it just a few minutes ago." Death grunts out and sits on the edge of his bed.

"What do you mean? I bought you a good two feet of that cloth from Lilith's personal stores, what did you do with it?" The Succubus walks over to the bed, keeping a good foot between her and Death. The Nephilim really set her on edge, more than he did when she was first saw him. The creature had become like a hermit in the few days it had been alive. The Nephilim had taken up to just staying in his room, only coming out when either called or to watch something or someone; his latest interest being the smiths. The worst part was his room was beginning to fill with the stench of death and she wasn't entirely sure if it was him or his bone collection causing it.

"I used it to make a belt. I need a lot more and some leather, brown or black." The Nephilim looks over at his new belt with a bit of pride.

The Succubus follows his line of vision to the belt and looks between it and the sickly Nephilim, "You made that?" The Succubus raises a brow as she gets a curt nod from the Nephilim and turns to leave, "I'll talk to Lilith about getting you the cloth and leather you want."

Death grunts and lies back on the bed, staring at the ceiling to enjoy his solitude while it lasted. That Succubus was becoming a very annoying creature of habit, always hovering over his shoulder and telling him where he could and couldn't go. Death noticed he was becoming a creature of habit as well, he wouldn't hover but he would find something of interest, watch, and learn; he found he had an interesting curiosity that never seemed to be satisfied. The Succubus was making it hard to learn and watch, always hovering and nagging over his shoulder, but he also found, he was becoming more tactful in getting rid of her so he could do what he wanted. Death noticed it was a difference between himself and Absalom; Absalom would use his brute strength to get others to do as he wanted while Death himself had began to use tact to get others to do what he wanted.

The Succubus walked into Lilith's throne room and kneeled down, "Mistress, Death requests more cloth and some leather." Lilith looks up at her servant and rubs a finger across her chest.

"You already gave him some, what has he done with it?" The Mother of Demon's whispers seductively. Lilith had been in a rather good mood, seeing how well Absalom was progressing, becoming more ruthless and powerful with each passing day; and to make it better the next batch of Nephilim where ready to be created, what she would call the First Born.

"He seems to have been using it craft some form of armor with it, he made a belt out of the angel's bones he brought in and what cloth I brought him." The Succubus keeps kneeling as she looks up at Lilith.

"Oh? Where did he learn to do such a thing?" Lilith was truly curious; she hadn't ordered Death to be taught such things so to hear he was crafting armor on his own was intriguing.

"He seems to have taught himself from watching the demon crafters to some extent, I'm not entirely sure Mistress, he only watched for an hour or two but he's improvised with his own armor." The smaller Succubus looks down to the floor again.

"How interesting, two hours of watching and he's created his own form of crafting." Lilith seems to lose herself in thought for a moment before speaking again, "take what cloth and leather he wants, I want to see what my younger son is capable of, perhaps he will do go good to lead the First Born."

Lilith smirked widely as her servant nodded and quickly left, going to fetch the Nephilim his materials. Lilith had at first been concerned because Absalom had recently shown a connection with his little brother, even going into the younger Nephilim's room at the first of each day before training. Lilith had noticed but pushed it aside, he rarely stayed longer than three to five minutes than only returned to Death's room at night, again only staying for no more than five minutes. Now the Mother of Demon's was wondering if there was some merit behind Absalom visiting his little brother, perhaps but only time would tell.