A/N: Hello Babies! I was supposed to update this yesterday, but family got in the way. Anyhoo here it is.
It's just a funny little chapter to tie you over before it gets dark again.

Enjoy!
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“I can't believe I'm actually gonna do this.” Tyler paced the floor. He was still in indecision about working for the devil. “M-maybe I should back out…” He stopped. “B-but what about Josh? I can't leave him in the hands of that monster.” Tyler sat down on the couch. His face in his hands.

Tyler couldn't really rest because his mind was racing. All the things that were going to happen both scared and interested him. He figured that the part of him that found it intriguing was Blurry. He never put much thought to his bad side other than it was normal to hear voices. So long as you didn't act on them.

Even though Tyler was too frazzled to sleep. He eventually passed out on the couch. The stress of it all was just too much for the poor man. He was over exhausted. He was hardly comfortable as he had terrible nightmares of what could be happening to Josh at that moment.

A few hours had passed. It was now early in the evening. The Sun was just about to set.

Suddenly a fireball came out from the ground. It opened up and out walked Brendon. He instantly cringed at the apartment that Tyler and Josh lived in. But anything would look miniscule compared to the giant Kingdom of the Underworld that Dallon held. It didn't take him long to find Tyler asleep on the couch. An evil grin spread on his face.

With a wave of his hand, a bucket of water appeared above Tyler’s head. “I really shouldn't….but then again I really should.” Brendon smiled brightly as he snapped his fingers. Sending the water pouring down on Tyler’s face.

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Tyler choked out as he jumped from the couch. Brendon laughed so hard that his sides hurt. Seeing a soggy mortal will never get old. “YOU!.....WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE!?” Tyler growled once he spotted the demon.

“The name's Brendon, not you. You best remember that half breed.” Brendon scoffed at him. He stood tall with his wavy dark brown hair slick to the back, big round brown eyes, and a slim muscular build. The demon was dressed in a black tee shirt and skinny jeans with black high tops to match. He also hated that he had to even be here with him in the first place.

“What did you call me freak!?” Tyler stormed into his face. He may have to take crap from Dallon only to ensure Josh’s safety. But he’d be damned if he had to listen to some low leveled demon.

“You're the freak here half breed!” Brendon shoved Tyler hard against the couch. He quickly stood back on his feet as his eyes flashed red. “Oh you think I'm afraid of Blurry? Well think again. That piece of crap is attached to a mortal so I doubt he’s even strong enough to ever challenge me!” Brendon roared as he flared out his claws and his yellow eyes pierced into Tyler’s. They stood there ready to go into battle.

“Brendon you know better. Now do what Master asked of you before I inform him of how you're treating Tyler.” A shorter blonde headed man with glasses appeared in between them. He may have been smaller in stature but he made up for it in his somewhat cockier build and the tone in his voice.

“But he started it!” Brendon whined and pointed like a child.

“And you really expect me to believe that Bren?” The young blonde countered. Brendon was about to respond, but then the blonde gave him a death glare and he merely put his head down. “I'm so sorry for my brother’s rudeness Tyler. We are not all beastly creatures. You may call me Patrick.” He took off his Fedora and bowed to the mortal. Brendon only scoffed at the ludicrousy of the situation. Patrick then grabbed the back of his neck to force him to bow as an apology to Tyler as well.

“Ummm don't mention it. I'm fine really. Thanks Patrick.” Tyler answered. He really didn't know what to say. Patrick had been the first demon not only with sense, but manners as well. It was rather hard to even believe he was a demon much less related to Brendon at all.

“You're welcome. Now we're or rather Brendon’s here to show you how to properly gather souls.” Patrick informed him as they stood back up. Brendon only groaned because he really hated babysitting the newbies. “Now before I leave you in his totally capable hands…” The blonde then slapped Brendon upside his head to make him stop pouting. He gave off a fake smile. “Now as I was saying before I leave are there any questions you may have for me?” He asked.

“Uhh well seeing how you said proper way. Is there a wrong way to get a soul? You seem so nice so why can't you just show me instead of him? And is he really your brother?” Tyler’s head was just full of questions at this point. Patrick laughed at the eagar human.

“Yes there is a wrong way and that will be for Brendon to teach you. Thanks, I pride myself on my manners and that is why Master Dallon requests my assistance over many other demons. So I can't teach you I'm sorry. And as for Brendon, no he’s not my actual blood brother, but he is my demon brother since we both serve Master Dallon.” Patrick informed him. Tyler nodded in understanding. “Now Brendon, I have much more important matters to attend to. Don't make me have to intervene again. Do you understand me?” He scolded him.

“Yes Patrick I understand.” Brendon mumbled with a pout.

“I can't hear you Brendon.” Patrick walked closer to him. A deep scowl present on his face.

“Okay Patrick I totally understand and you won't have to come back.” Brendon sighed. He hated that Patrick always treated him like a child. He was demon damn it and proud of it.

“Good Boy.” Patrick gave Brendon a peck on the lips. “Now you two have fun tonight, just not too much.” He winked at Tyler and with a giggle he disappeared into a ball of fire. Tyler was beginning to see the similarities of all these demons. They all had a twisted perverted sense of humor.

“Now that the pest has left the room we can-” Brendon was interrupted by his mouth disappearing into his face. He was just as shocked as Tyler.

“What the hell is going on!?” Tyler nervously asked while moving closer to see if it was real or not. Brendon groaned and muffled words seeing how he didn't have a mouth to talk properly. “I don't know what you're trying to say.” The human told the demon. Which only seemed to anger him even more. Brendon started to scream, well muffled screams.

“Oh and I forgot to tell you that while I won't be watching, I will have all ears on tonight as well as all the lessons. So choose your words carefully Brendon.” Patrick’s angry voice came into the room. Brendon just sighed and crossed his arms. Tyler was beginning to really like Patrick. “Teach Tyler well and leave me out of it this time.” He said to Brendon. The demon was hesitant but nodded his head.

Suddenly Brendon’s mouth came back. “I missed you guys.” Brendon cooed as he felt his lips.

“Yeah….can we get back to the lesson now Brendon?” Tyler interrupted the happy reunion. Brendon cleared his throat.

“Yes as I was saying, I will sit in on your first five soul gatherings. The first two I will help you out both physically and verbally. The next two will be only verbal help. And the last one will be no help from me whatsoever. I will merely be a bystander. Is that clear?” Brendon told him.

“Yes it's clear, now can we get this over with?” Tyler rolled his eyes. While he really didn't wanna kill anyone, he knew that there wasn't any other way to save Josh.

“Hold it half breed, I give the orders around here.” Brendon gritted his teeth. Tyler frowned, but held his tongue. He couldn't wait to be rid of this guy as well. “Now go change, you've been in those pajamas all day. Not to mention you reek of mortal. Why don't you try washing that off a bit. Thanks in advance.” He smiled smugly as he sat down on the couch and waved Tyler off.

Tyler really wanted to rip this demon’s head off, but the faster he learned from him the faster he’ll be gone. So he complained under his breath as he went to go clean up. It took him about an hour to get ready. “Better now?” He asked Brendon. He had on his standard black track pants, black long sleeve shirt, black running shoes, with his red beanie and backpack full of equipment. It was tools used for breaking in, not killing but he’d improvised when that part came.

“I guess, I mean you still smell of mortal. But I guess that'll take awhile to lose.” Brendon answered with an upturn of his nose. Tyler just sighed, it was going to be a long night. “Alright let's get going shall we.” He smiled as he opened up another fire ball.

“Um what is this?” Tyler was nervous as to what was about to happen.

“It's a portal. This is how a proper demon travels not climbing around like a monkey. Now come along. I promise it won't hurt….much.” Brendon said and disappeared into the portal. Tyler really didn't want to do this and he sure as hell was worried about that “won't hurt much” part. He took a deep breath and ran in.

It burned like hell. Which in a way was understandable. Everything was pretty dark. Tyler just prayed that this wouldn't be his downfall.

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Brendon gracefully walked out of the portal while Tyler on the other hand fell out to the ground. He had to pat out the few fires that were on his legs.Brendon took great amusement at the turn out.

Tyler panted as he stood up. He was really starting to worry how this was better than his standard way of transportation. He gasped when he saw that they were on top of one of many tall skyscrapers. “Uhh where are we?” He inquired. It didn't look like Ohio anymore.

“We are at your first target, more specifically New York City.” Brendon replied.

“W-wait we were only in that portal thingy for like two minutes and Dallon never said I would have to travel the country to do this job!” Tyler completely caught off guard.

“Silly mortal sinners are worldwide. And so you will gather their souls as Master sees fit. Not just in little Ohio.” Brendon laughed. “Okay now down to business. First, a soul is a mortal’s life energy. It keeps the blood flowing inside you and all that jazz. There are a right way and a wrong way to gather a soul. The right way being death before taking the soul-

“And the wrong way?” Tyler interrupted.

“PLEASE save all questions until AFTER I'm finished.” Brendon said aggravated by the man. Tyler sighed and rolled his eyes. “Now the wrong way to gather a soul is to remove a soul from a live body. The soul will be incomplete because the human’s heart and brain will still working. The human would turn into a walking zombie and-”

“Oh that sounds cool, how is that a bad thing?” Tyler spoke up again.

“Trust me these disgusting beings are nothing of your glamorized movies and video games. They will attack anything with a soul to sustain their bodies. It's more of a hassle than anything. And Master Dallon does not take kindly to his promised souls getting fucked up.” Brendon informed Tyler. “Now just so we're clear. The only mistakes that are allowed in this business is by the stupid power hungry mortals that do business with us. Not us. Either you do it right the first time or Master Dallon will make sure you won't ever have another chance to fail him.” He was eye to eye with Tyler. His look was dead serious.

“Alright I get it no mistakes ever.” Tyler quickly answered. He slowly backed away. “So who exactly is the target?” He wanted to change the subject.

“His name is Charles Low. He’s 46, 200 lbs, 6 feet, dark hair, brown eyes, and so on. Anyway he wanted money and power and so he traded his soul for success years ago. Now that he’s achieved his dream we're here to collect his debt.” Brendon told Tyler and handed his a picture of the man.

“B-but why didn't Dallon just kill him years ago when he first came to him? Why wait until now?” Tyler questioned. Brendon smiled ever so mischievously.

“Because that's all apart of the game. Why kill a man at the end of his rope? He’s practically begging for death. Embracing it. But if you give them something worth living for. Working tirelessly until he has progressed from loser down on his luck to big shot with the world at his feet. And that's when you kill him. When he has everything to lose and wants nothing more than to stay alive. Only then will the souls shine in agony.” Brendon explained enthusiastically. Tyler was horrified by the passion these demons took into destroying lives. But then again these were demons we're talking about so it wasn't much of a stretch.

Brendon could sense Tyler’s reluctance. “Don't worry half breed we are here to weed out the evil from good. So we are just as important as the angels and saints you pray to. It needs to be done and trust me it gets easier the more you do this job.” He reassured him with a genuine smile. Tyler smile back at him, in a way he was right. People die everyday so it was better the evil die over the innocent.

It started to rain. And it reminded Tyler of the night his life changed into this new one that it is now. Nothing more than an assassin working to pay for his beloved Josh’s freedom.

“Come on now the real lesson begins.” Brendon cheered as he broke the lock on the door leading inside. “After you.” He held the door open.

“Anything for Josh.” Tyler sighed to himself. He then walked calmly into the building.