hey everyone, so i decided to update the next chapter, yay! I don't know if this is better than the first, which is funny when you think about it; it took me twenty minutes to write the 1st and takes me weeks to do the 2nd. oh well, I hope you enjoy this chapter anyway tell me if there are any mistakes that bother you(i wish to please). I don't have a beta so ive made all the mistakes. RESPONSE TO REVIEWS DOWN BOTTOM.

Chapter 2: The Demon and Shinigami

Asmodeus and William were walking together through the town market, looking for the man named Nathaniel Jackson, a professional artist in the small village of Wyncaster. William had gotten his results from the written part of the examination and passed with flying colors and his practical examination started today. His task? See if the human should be killed or allowed to live and he had one week to decide.

Many stone buildings were spread out around the demon and god of death as they passed through the busy market selling produce. William was given the file containing everything about the man: DOB, Hair color and information on his upbringing. The man was raised by a single mother, his father traveling with a clan of Vikings. The man was incredibly poor and he and his mother barely got by. He then started having an interest in art and became a painter and soon he was painting the homes of the riches.

He and Asmodeus wonded around the people scattered all around them, each oblivious to the two immortal creatures walking next to them. William looked up at the demon, his eyes showed boredom and the demon glowered like he really didn't want to be here. William looked away when Asmodeus caught him staring. William focused his eyes on the ground not wanting to look at the demon. To think in only a few months time he'll possibly rape me.

Asmodeus stopped walking, unable to follow William as the man walked onto the grounds of a church. Asmodeus hissed lowly, seething with hatred, poison dripped from his hidden canines and bile rose in his throat. He always hated churches, the smell of purity was far too strong for his nostrils, and was full of arrogant god-lovers. He followed the sent of the death god, finding a path around the putrid church and finding him around the corner. William didn't notice his brief absence.

Once they arrived at the stone-built multi-story house that the man and his mother lived in they split up, Asmodeus looking downstairs and the shinigami upstairs. They found the middle-aged man in the upstairs bedroom, canvas in front and holding a paint brush working on a picture, that looks to resemble a winter day. William looked at the file looking over what was a normal day for the man, works at the local blacksmith and paints in his spare time and is hired to create things for the public.

His death is scheduled on July the seventh 1011. It's been two days since was given this task and I've been working on my physical skills and I've only got five days left until I decide if I should retrieve his soul. William's eyes narrowed at the demon standing below him, he hopped down from the neighboring building and landed next to the fiend."What do we do now?" Asmodeus asked, his hair a little disheveled. "I have to see if there is anything that could benefit the world from his actions."

The demon huffed, "well that's boring, it's obvious that he won't benefit the world, he's just an artist, no one is going to know of him in a few hundred years." Will nodded, his eyebrows knitting together, "yes but something could happen that could be of benefit, you don't even know the man."

The demon pursed his lips, "yes but his soul isn't delectable in the slightest, no demon is going to be interested and I'm sure you shinigami are just the same in saying there is nothing interesting or beneficial about that man."

William could understand the demon's thoughts, it was indeed obvious, but it didn't hurt anyone if he continued observing. As long as it's going to keep that demon's hands off of me. William was dreading the day he would get his final examination results. That result is going to decide if im going to be getting raped by that demon or not. William shock is head trying to get the disturbing visions that flooded his mind.

"What is it? Your pale," Asmodeus asked, his head tilted in a slightly cutesy way, a curious look in his ruby-red eyes. William refused to look at the demon any longer than he had too. He didn't dedicate the demon with a response. He stared at the human, trying to burn the man into his retina to keep his thoughts from traveling to the demon that was currently frowning at his back.

"William its time to go," the demon spoke, causing William to stop in his day dreams. He looked up at the demon, an annoyed and irritated expression on his face. Indeed William noticed it was pitch black and the torches were lighting up the area. "So it is. I guess you're right."

The shinigami muttered under his breath as the two went and William got his dinner from his temporary neighbor who had kind made dinner. The middle-aged woman passed a bowl to Asmodeus."Um, sorry ma'am I've already eaten, don't waste your food on me," the demon said shaking hands in emphasis. The lady just smiled and left the supernatural beings on their own. William gulped, and ate his food in silence, while trying to ignore the raised hairs on his back indicating the demon was watching him. After he ate his dinner and placed the plate in the sink, "im going to bed, good night."

He didn't waste a second before getting into the double bed. Ever since he made the deal with Asmodeus he had trouble sleeping, he kept thinking the demon was going to walk in and do all sorts of things to him while he slept. With the induced stress he was struggling to keep himself awake, often daydreaming, trying to catch up on lost sleep. He looked outside and noticed that the sky was cloud-less and he was able to see every star. When he saw the moon, he noted it was two in the morning.

Just then he felt the bed sink. His eyes widened with fear and his body tensed. He could tell by the sent of cinnamon that it was Asmodeus, if the prickled hairs on his neck were anything to go by. But Asmodeus didn't try to cuddle him like what he read in novels. In fact Asmodeus just laid on the other side of the bed, quite a distance from himself. He let out a breath he didn't know he held, and tried to relax. Unknown to why, but Asmodeus gave him a sense of safety and protection, but he would never admit that to anyone...

...Not even to the demon that lay next to him. His pride wouldn't let him ever mutter the words.

Hotaru Vue Jaegerjaquez: im sorry but Sebby isn't the mother because im trying to make this canon (related to the actual story) as much as possible, and I don't think Sebastian is heartless enough to attack his own son. Sebastian wont actually know of Claude's existence till later, i hope you enjoyed!

SilentAuthor22: ive written smut once and it was poorly written, im not good at it but ill consider writing a good one, if its to horrible and I havent updated in a while I wont put smut in the story. but I have my friend who is the biggest yaoi fan I know to exist and ill ask her to help me write it if I have trouble :)

Bibbiesparks: well I hope I don't mess the storyline up, ive never written anything like this before...

Zgirl: well I hope you enjoy, and I got the name 'Asmodeus' from a book I read a long time ago and a demon had a cat and named it Asmodeus and I thought that it was fitting.