So begins the second Arc... I hope you enjoyed the first one - the ride only continues to build!
Danny Hyde: Demon Arc - A Second Reaping
Chapter 21: Sebastian POV
I sat by the Tutor's bed as I mopped his brow. I frowned. A Demon? From a Reaper? Of course the Undertaker had not contacted me after I sent a letter and a few crows. Even one of my cats had volunteered to venture out and find out something about this transformation. My Demon cohorts were silent as well. I sighed as his eyes fluttered again. The unmistakable red tint was briefly seen. The Tutors body was burning and being transformed by the Hellish Fires that bore all Demons. I was utterly fascinated to watch and terrified as well; Humans turning into Demons were heard of in the ancient days, when they turned completely Souless and rendered no hope in anything, becoming completely fallen and depraved. But a Reaper? Obviously they could be transformed as well. I wetted his lips, so dry and cracked. But at what cost?
I had delivered the young Master back to the arms of the Mistress, who simply held her child, and the Master had sat beside them, holding them both. I went back and brought the Tutor to his old room and had thought about how improper it was for me to undress him. To undress her. I couldn't ask anyone else, and no one but the Master had seen him come back. I took all proper precaution in case he woke as I undressed him. His clothes peeled off him, as if they were ready to be shed and I burned each article, creating new ones in their place, draping a light blanket over his waist as I undid his pants and took them off, again burning each item. I was left with two undergarments and I dared not touch them. Even Demons watching a Demon being born, had limits.
"Master," I said as I slipped into his study. "The Tutor is upstairs, sleeping as best as one can sleep."
"You helping a Reaper now?" he spat, not looking up from the paper. "I don't know if I should even thank you for saving Vincent."
"It wasn't I who saved the young Master," I said. "The Tutor seemed to have given himself over to something he couldn't handle. Something also seemed to have gone wrong. He was supposed to be let go of being a Reaper," I added, pondering what that meant.
The Master flipped the paper down and looked at me. "Sebastian. This house has enough people in it. I have weapons all over - literally and figuratively. And you bring in an injured Reaper and expect me to take it in stride?"
"He is not a Reaper."
"I saw his eyes, his Scythe. He is a Reaper."
"I'm afraid you are wrong," I sighed. "It seems you may have hired a Demonic Tutor after all."
My small attempt at a joke did not get him laughing, rather he shot up and walked over to me. "The Tutor is a Demon?"
"Yes, seems as if he is. He was a Reaper, but in saving the young Master, he made a choice that was outside acceptable means. He is a Demon - will be a Demon - now."
The Master looked at me. "A bloody Demon."
"Yes, seems so." I paused as I eyed my Master. "Not quite I think. Become is more accurate. I wish to inquire if I may."
He sighed and waved his hand, dismissing me. "I suppose the least I can do is house him as he… changes. He did sacrifice whatever he was going to get to be, and ended up as a Demon." He sat down again and looked at me as I turned. "What kind of Demon? One like you or one like tried to kill my son?"
I pursed my lips. "I don't know exactly, my Lord. I shall also investigate that."
He nodded and picked up the paper once more. "Don't come back with anymore brilliant ideas that will lead me to worrying about who I let in my front door."
I smiled and left. I took to the sky and raced over the treetops to the on place all Demons went when they needed a bit of answers: to the King's Bar.