I'm dying from the heat. Seriously. It's suffocating. WHY THE HECK IS IT 90 DEGREES BEFORE 10 AND 54% HUMIDITY?! IN SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA?! God, it's not even 50% humidity in alabama, and it's not even 90 degree's even though it's past noon. D:

Sweltering heat is sweltering. It's suppose to be a hundred today.

In other news, i completed another chapter. :D

I was humming as I drank my morning tea, perfectly content. Today was the first of December, and it held promise to be a nice easy relaxing month, unlike November.

However, I didn't have much faith in it being all that relaxing, but that didn't matter. After all, November had had two cases-the dog baiting in Houndsworth, and the she-demon ghost that was in love with me.

To be perfectly frank, I was hoping for some semblance to normality.

"You seem to be in a good mood. That doesn't have anything to do with slapping me yesterday, would it?"

I looked up at the demon as he cleaned, not slacking in his duties. Thinking back to last night after we returned home and the bright red mark I left on his cheek for killing my incarnations six times, I decided he might have a point, especially since he didn't get upset for me doing it.

"More or less. It is the Christmas season."

Sebastian made a sound, and I sensed he might have been rolling his eyes. "Ah yes, the day that celebrates the birth of Jesus. I was fortunate enough to have met the man."

My eyes widened a bit as I stared at the demon. "You...met Jesus?"

He turned back and looked at me, as if insulted by my awe. "Of course; the man claimed to be the direct son of god. What self-respecting demon did not wish to go and meet him? It was pure chance that Lucifer tasked me with the job." When my awe didn't waver, he sighed. "How many questions must I deal with?"

"Quite a few." I answered honestly, which earned another sigh; as such, I took it as my cue to begin. "What was he like?"

The demon gave something akin to a snort-though Sebastian would never do such thing- and continued cleaning. "As he is described. A selfless individual who cared for all, even the ones who did not truly believe in him."

I raised an eyebrow. "Did he care for you?"

Seeing only a third of his face, I could just barely make out the twitch of the lip. "Not particularly. When I revealed my birthdate and consequently revealing my nature, it briefly made reference to the devil."

What did his birthdate have to do with anything? I voiced such, and earned a chuckle.

"The devil's number is 666." I nodded, even if his back was turned to me as he dusted. "As stated in the bible."

"Yeah, I know. I have actually read it, believe it or not. I did go to church before my brother peed in the holy water."

"Indeed." Sebastian commented dryly. "I was born in Ithaca on the sixth day of the sixth month of what had been considered our sixth year." My eyes lit up.

"666. So that's why-"

"Not quite finished." My trap snapped shut instantly. "Our sixth year was also 666 BC."

My cheeks puffed up as I held in my laugh. "So, it's your fault that 666 is the sign of the devil."

"Indeed it is." Said sign of the devil looked over his shoulder at me.

"So, that whole 666 being tied with mankind is crap?"

"No. It was described that way as I admitted that we fed on human souls. It is just coincidence that God is said to have created man on the sixth day."

"Oh." I looked down. "What did you do after you told him you were a demon?"

"After discovering one of his disciples was a demon, he was no longer nearly as trusting, and as such, I grew bored." I rolled my eyes; how pitiful, the big bad demon got bored. Rolling my eyes, I nursed my tea. "So I sold his whereabouts for thirty pieces of silver."

The tea in my mouth sprayed across the table and on my dress; I didn't even pay mind to the fact tea now dribbled down my chin as I stared at the demon who sighed at the mess I'd made.

"You were Judas?!"

He raised an eyebrow, walking over towards me and pulling out a handkerchief. "Is it truly that difficult to comprehend?"

The way Sebastian acted all nonchalant only made me gape more while he wiped the tea from my face.

"Uh, yeah, it is." I continued to stare at him. "I thought Judas hung himself from the guilt?"

The newly dubbed 'Judas' in front of me closed his eyes and chuckled. "No. They wrote that merely because no one else became aware of my true nature, and did not wish for others to believe the son of the Almighty God had put his trust in someone so guiltless of his deeds."

I deadpanned. "In other words, they made it up so Jesus wouldn't seem so stupid putting blind faith in someone who didn't give a flying fuck about him."

A shit eating grin lit the demons face. "Perhaps a bit more crude than I would have said, but essentially, yes."

Snorting, I turned my head away as a sudden thought struck me; he raised an eyebrow at the unladylike sound, but I waved it off.

"I was just thinking about a song."

Sebastian didn't look particularly interested, but decided to humor me. "Oh? And what caused your thoughts to focus on said song?"

As Sebastian began to wipe the tea from my dress, I felt my brain short circuit from the awkward wording. "What?"

He sighed. "What is the song and what caused you to think about it?"

I flushed in embarrassment, and I caught his lips twitch up in a smirk at the smell of blood flooding my cheeks. "Oh, it's a song called Judas."

His ministrations stopped, and he glanced at me, an amused eyebrow raised. "Is that so?"

Once he received a nod, he went back to work. "Yeah; talks about the singer loving him and all that pizzaze." Again, I snickered. "There's a line that humors me. It says Jesus is my virtue." He looked at me, waiting for me to continue. "It then says Judas is the demon I cling to."

A wicked smirk lit his face; I didn't ever think I'd seen something so creepy residing there before. Like he actually found it funny, though he was too great a being to be seen laughing about it.

"The song is not incorrect."

I rolled my eyes, "Yes, that much I am aware of. I'm now going to be waiting for you to bust the line 'I got the devilish flow' or something."

The creepy smile left, and I was graced with his normal indifferent-but-slightly-annoyed-with-the-unfamiliar-references-I-make face. Again, I waved it off. "Just another song lyric. Recently, I have been connecting any song with the word 'devil' or 'demon' to you." So much it might even be considered fangirling.

I shuddered at the thought. I'd save that aspect for Grell.

"Seriously though, I can't believe you're Judas." Man, this guy was old. "It's difficult to wrap my head around it."

"Hm? Why is that?" I looked up and found the demon smirking. "You were already aware that I was from Ithaca."

"Yeah, but I didn't think you were from 7th century Before Christ!" The shaking of my head didn't help in the comprehending. "That's almost a good millennium more than I expected."

His eyebrow rose slightly. "It is only 1888. In the last century, I have only just reached my 2500th birthday."

I simmered slightly. Only? "How old are you now? Like, to the exact year."

"Two thousand, five hundred, fifty-four."

My eyes widened slightly. That's another fifty years added! On my fingers, I began counting, which apparently amused the black headed demon.

"For what purpose are you counting?"

"Shut up." I snapped, not to intent to detour from my topic. "That's another hundred right off the bat...and then twenty...then three...so a hundred twenty three plus two thousand, five hundred and fifty four..."

"With all due respect, I am not two thousand, five hundred and a half."

I looked up at Sebastian, who-despite the annoyed tone- appeared to be pulling my leg. I waved it off. "Whatever, I know what I mean; besides, I never cared for that whole 'and' symbolizes a decimal crap. Now, shut it. Math was never my best subject."

"Two thousand, six hundred, seventy seven."

Glancing up, I stared at him. He repeated it. "Two thousand, six hundred, seventy seven. That is the answer to your question."

Blinking, I decided not to question it. Besides, he was bound to be more right than me. "So, in my time, 2011, you will be two thousand, six hundred, seventy seven."

"Indeed I shall." He gave a chuckle. "And shall you be making the effort to be celebrating the date of my birth from now on?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. More than likely." A frown settled on my face. "If your birthday is June 6th, why haven't you ever mentioned it?"

The pitifully amused look he gave me caused me to glower. "It is only a birthday, Miss Constance. As such, I have not actually been on earth for all two thousand years."

Again, I was confused as hell. Oh, and please excuse the pun. "What do you mean?"

"In Hell, time works the same as it does on Earth. However, unlike the fables people believe, Hell is not in the center of the Earth." Huh, I didn't know that. Interesting.

"Then what is Hell? Last month you mentioned Dante's Inferno not being completely accurate." Hey, if he was going to talk, I was going to take advantage of it.

Sebastian chuckled, removing the tea-spit stained table cloth. "Essentially, it is another dimension. Hell has no true and definite appearance; like the demons that reside there, it too changes and contours to the beings that see it."

That made sense. "So each person sees it differently."

"Indeed. Demons see it in its true appearance; nine layers of desolate wastelands. However, each human sees it as they wish to." A new tablecloth suddenly coated the table. "If they imagined it as multiple lava pits underneath the Earth's surface, then that is what they shall see."

An eyebrow rose on my face. "So, it's completely mental." He nodded as I comprehended what he was saying. "And if they think of a gorgeous field of flowers? Would that mean that's how it would appear to them?"

The demon gave a look I could only describe as deadpanning. "Then that person either has a mental disability with Anthrophobia* or has great potential to become a demon." His eyebrow twitched as another thought occurred to him. "Lucifer would be highly amused with such an individual."

I leaned forward in my chair, hands tucked under my chin as if it were story time. "So, what's Lucifer like? Does he have seven heads and ten horns as described in the bible?"

The red eyed demon glanced down at me. "Why do you wish to know? You have never shown much interest in this topic before."

Shrugging, I leaned back. "In retrospect, you've never offered to talk about it much before. Besides, you said I would become a demon before the year was up, and I like to be prepared."

He totally didn't believe that last bit, but decided to continue humoring me. "Lucifer only appeared like that to scare the humans; he finds it humorous. But, unlike demons, Lucifer is not held by the walls of time."

"Like the shinigami!" My eyes lit up enthusiastically-I wasn't completely hopeless!

"Correct."

I furrowed my eyebrows. "Why's that? Why can't demons go through time but Satan can?"

This time, Sebastian chuckled. "Have you forgotten what shinigami translates to?" I shook my head.

"Death god." But what did that have to do with it?

Again, it seemed Sebastian was humored by my inability to put two and two together. "Despite what people believe, Lucifer is in fact a god as well."

I was getting nowhere. "I thought Lucifer was an angel to begin with?"

The demon was getting far too much amusement out of my stupidity and questions. "He was created to be the perfect angel; similar to god himself. However, it is only natural that brother's would fight."

You would have thought Sebastian would have learnt the first time not to lay something like that on me while I was drinking tea. Again, the tea spurted from my mouth, though this time my hand slipped and spilled it all over the front of my dress, effectively staining it.

I paid it no mind while he 'tutted' at me.

"Satan is God's brother?!"

"Such a shock." He sighed, not even attempting to hide the sarcasm as he muttered something else. "I wonder how you would react if I told you Lucifer visited his sibling..." I stared, dumbstruck. "And now you've even ruined your dress."

Fussing, I smacked his hand away. "I'll just go change. You can just stay here and...um, clean up." To be honest, it felt weird telling him to act like a butler. Especially since he claimed that he would mate me and turn me into a demon during this month.

Sebastian looked like he was going to argue with it, but seemed to have admitted defeat. "Let me please escort you to your room so I may take the dress to have it cleaned."

Deciding it was the best I'd get, I nodded. "Fine, whatever." I suppose it made more sense for him to get and have it cleaned asap.

As we walked to my room, the dark tea was staining and ruining the dress beyond all help; I doubted even Sebastian could get it out.

TCTCTC

Now knowing that Sebastian had met the son of god, I couldn't help if some of Jesus' ability to perform miracles rubbed off on the demon.

After all, my dress was innocently lying on my bed last night, looking like new.

I tilted my head as I stared at the dress, free from imperfections.

"I wonder if he ever learnt how to turn water into wine."

* Anthrophobia-fear of flowers

Also, i have no idea how the greek calender compares to our current calender but i decided to screw it and not care. June 6 is Sebby's bday, and that's what it's going to be. So, thar.

So, short, i know. And i wont be updating until friday, for Pacific Coast time. But, next chapter is long. Not sure how long, but at least ten pages. I'll explain.

On my ipad, i gauge the length by the scrolling bar, and how many line's are in it when it's at the top. 3/4/5 is good. (though, i try and get to four) To keep it easier to read for me, i space it like how it looks on fanfiction, then go back so it doesnt look all triple spaced.

Well, next chapter has four without the spaces, and 2 with.

So, it be long :D to make up for this one's shortness.

I'm going to go suffocate on all this humidity.

Oh, btw, my finger's with first degree burns feel much better. Enough that it doesn't hurt that much to type.(though, it feel's awkward specifically not using my ring finger since that's second degree...)

"TTFN, Tata for now!"-Quote byT, I, double grr, er.

lol, i had to make a tigger reference in one of my farewells. XD