Lucas's POV(Unfortunate slight lemons warning: it doesn't go there but it gets close. Skip this chapter if you need.)

I open the locked door without unlocking it. He should know by now it doesn't work on me. I glance around the apartment. Not very classy, but snug. I silently tread around the house, then walk up the stairs. A thin rug covers the wooden steps. I quietly creak open the bedroom door and find Seth there in his pjs. I smirk and wait in the doorway silently as he faces his bed he's humming a song in a high tone. I start to creep behind him and then he starts to sing "Honey, whatcha waiting forrrrrr? Step into my candy storeeeee..." I stop dead in my tracks. His voice is like an angels. I shake off my awe. I take his invitation to his candy store and approach slowly. His head turns just in time for him to see me tackle him onto the bed. "Ack! Lucas! What the hell!" He screeches at me. "oh c'mon babe, that mortal's outta town so lets have some fun..;" I purr at him, pinning his wrists against the back of the bed. Seth kicks up, aiming for my crotch. I chuckle and snap my fingers. Magical chains appear and chain his feet down. I add the chains for his wrists and giggle at seeing him thrash and writhe. He goes limp, giving up. I smirk with delight. I my hands make his way to the bottom of his shirt. As it slides upward, I move down and start to kiss his chest. I grasp his muscled forearms and make my way up his abdomen with kisses and love bites. He gives a slight groan when I hit his neck. I chuckle. I lustfully caress his ear, then go back to the tender spot on his neck. I nick his ear, making Seth flinch. I whisper into his ear in a husky voice...

"Just imagine..." His eyes open, glowing with emotion. Anger? Power? Lust, maybe? Then I forcefully pull him towards me, reaching down to take off the rest of his useless clothes. I'm about to snap but-

Suddenly, I'm on the floor, lying in a fetal position(END SLIGHT LEMONS GOD THAT WAS AWFUL). I can hardly see, my vision blurry. I feel something warm on my hands, and find blood when I take them off of my head. I can't hear, buzzing filling my immortal ears. Seth stands above me, fully cloaked in a gray cloak that seems to make the edges of the mortal around him turn monochromatic.

"Lucas. How many times do I have to tell you? Never try to force yourself upon me. Never." A gleaming iron knife is tightly gripped in his left hand. He's left handed...? Doesn't really matter. A bright blue dragon climbs up the hilt. I see it much closer as it is plunged into my chest. Who knew dying hurt so much?

Oh well. I'll just be respawned and reborn in Hell again.

(A/N): I forgot about this scence becuz we r so far ahead. and I wrote half this chapter by myself. there is a scence later that TOGTG (ThatOneGayTurtleGuy) won't stop apologizing for. And if your reading this. I guess we are almost even. -Micheal_Is_My_Son (MIMS)

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