Unknown POV

I groaned as I watched the Reapers drag my Keepwatch (creative name, I know) to his own torture room. Darn it. They were gonna kill Ashen. Sadly, this creates a paradox for me. Or oxymoron. I can never tell the difference. There isn't any school for my kind. We aren't human. So far, I give you that. Though I guess it's kind obvious.

Anywing. My Paradox. I'm not supposed to let my Keepwatch die, nor do I want to let him. I've never spoken to him, but I'm emotionally attached to my Keepwatch. However, I cannot by the laws of my kind interfere with Reapers.

Ashie's gonna die!

No. No. Reaper Angels kill. They will kill you.

But if they kill Ashie he'll die!

No crud, inner self. That's what killing does.

But I-

No.

ASHIE WILL DIE OTHER INNER SELF. I AM SAVING HIM!

I turned visible, and punched the Reaper Angel in front of me.

"Jaimison Green do not interfere!" The other Reaper Angel boomed.

"He's my Keepwatch." I said calmly. "I have to."

"A demon? Your Keepwatch?" The Reaper asked. I knodded fiercely. "Very well. But do not interfere if the Creator sends us after him again." I nodded, and the Angels vanished. I turned to Ashie- Ashen, who was chained to his electric chair. I unstrapped him, and he gave me a weird look.

"An angel defending a demon from angels?" Ashen asked. I nodded. "And... Keepwatch?"

"Pretty much, I'm your Guardian," I said. 

"But I'm a demon," Ashen said.

"I know, Ashen. I've been watching over you for more than 2 centuries. The moment you were born, so was I. I've been protecting you from birth. I'm Jaimison. But I prefer Jaimie." I smiled gently. "And... well..." I paused as the reality of what I just did sank in. "I just hit a guy."

"Well no shit," Ashen said. "Damn, so I have a fucking Guardian and he's a wimp? Wow. Just fucking wow." I tried not to wince at the wimp comment. I knew that he was literally evil.

"Look, now that you know I exist, I can't be invisible to you anymore. I- I'll keep quiet, I'll keep some distance, but I can't leave your side or my life and yours are at stake," I said. I knew that Ashen hated working with or around others. "But there is one thing. I cannot leave the room you're in."

"So you've seen me have sex," Ashen said.

"I tend to look away, plug my ears, and pretend I don't exist during those times," I mumbled. "That stuff makes me uncomfortable."

"How come?" Ashen asked. Riiight. I forgot that he's insanely curious about things. Normally when it comes to torture methods and devices, but also sometimes about the lives of his... victims.

"One, who wouldn't be uncomfortable with having to be in the same room as other people that are getting... intimate, and two, because it's impossible for me to find love, since I have to be in the same room as you all the time. Three, before now, only other angels could see me. Now it's you and other angels. The only way that I could... I could have sex is with, well, you. And I'm pretty sure it's clear that us?" I pointed at him with my index finger and myself with my thumb, "is a no way in heck."

"Oh my god, just say a cuss word!" Ashen burst out. "Just say any fucking cuss word! Before I fucking go insane from being in the same room as a wimpy bitch!" I winced, and then had to turn away.

"I- I'm sorry, I don't feel comfortable with that," I whimpered.

"You don't feel comfortable," Ashen mocked. I nodded. He then backhanded me, followed by shoving me into a wall. "Well, what if your life is in danger? Are you gonna react? Or are you not feeling comfortable with violence, either?"

"I- no, I wouldn't stop you," I said. "That would involve me hurting you. I'm not allowed to do that, nor would I want to." I mentally prayed that he would just let me go. "Please, Ashen. Don't kill me. D- do whatever you want, but if I die, then the Reaper Angels will come back and I don't want them to hurt you."

"Very well," Ashen said. "I don't want the Reapers on my ass again, and besides, it's been awhile since I had permanent company, and also awhile since I spared somebody."

"I've always been there," I said. "Whether you knew it or not, I was always there to protect you. When you escaped-" I yelped as he hit me again.

"Don't say that," he growled. I nodded.

"Sorry," I mumbled. "I- do you want me to just pretend that you can't see or hear me?"

"Sure," Ashen said carelessly. He blew his inky blue-black hair out of his face. I sighed as he let me up, and sat in the corner of the room like I always did. I stared at my black combat boots (I always liked the combination of black and white), and closed my eyes. After what felt like half an hour, but was likely only a few minutes at most, I jumped at a nudge from somebody. Actually, a gentle kick's a better word. I looked up to see Ashen, which left me surprised that the kick was even gentle.

"Yes?" I mumbled.

"Do you really do this all day?" Ashen asked. I nodded.

"I can't socialize with anyone," I said. "So there's no point to doing anything else. If that's all you needed, then just go do whatever it is you want to do." I put my head back between my knees, only to be nudged by Ashen once again.

"If you've been watching me like you say, you know I've been bored for a long time and haven't gotten laid for even longer," Ashen said with a smirk. "So how about we fuck?"

"Two words and I think you can guess them," I mumbled, not even looking up.

"Definitely yes?" Ashen asked.

"No thanks," I corrected. "Demons don't have morals, but Angels do. And I don't want to have sex with somebody who just cares about getting laid."

"Suit yourself," Ashen said.

"No," I said sternly. "I'm not sleeping with you."

"What?" He asked innocently. "I didn't-"

"I know you," I said. "You're about to try to seduce me like one of your hookers. And my answer is no. I'd rather not have any regrets."

"Can't blame a guy for trying," Ashen said. I grumbled in disagreement. "What was that?"

"Nonya," I said. He dragged me to my feet.

"Tell me," he said. I shook my head firmly. "Tell me, bitch, or I make your life a living Hell."

"Go ahead," I said. "I'm still not telling you." For this, he punched me in the face, and I felt hot, thick blood drip from my nose.

"Tell me," he repeated.

"No. I'll heal eventually, and you need me alive," I said. "I won't tell you."

"Well then, I suppose I have me a test subject," Ashen said smugly.