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Warning: bloody scene (sorta)

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“Now Charles Low has made sure to keep security tight around here so watch out half breed.” Brendon whispered as they made it down to the hallway leading to the boss’s office.

“WILL YOU STOP CALLING ME THAT, IT'S TY-” Brendon quickly covered Tyler’s mouth before any passer by could hear him. He then dragged him into an empty office. Once inside Tyler was slammed against the wall.

“Look HALF BREED you will do as I say and nothing more. Or I swear I will rip you apart and serve you on a platter to Master Dallon myself. Do you understand me!?” Brendon growled with bright yellow angry eyes.

“Yeah…” Tyler huffed and looked away. He hated being scolded like a child, but he had to face the facts Brendon knew how to do this job better than him. And this job was the only way to save Josh. So if that meant he had to put up with this asshole in order to learn the ins and outs then so be it.

Brendon looked up towards the ceiling.

“What are you-”

Brendon held his hand up to silence Tyler. He was confused as to what he was doing.

“Seeing how you don't know how to use your powers yet. You can take the vents down the hall to Low’s office. That way you're out of sight and out my way.” Brendon told him and pointed up.

“But how did you-” Brendon gestured to his eyes to answer Tyler’s question. “ Alright Mr. X-ray vision, how are you gonna get there?” He countered. Brendon just rolled his eyes.

“You humans are so naive.” Brendon scoffed as his skin turned a dark grey. His teeth and nails grew sharp, horns sprang out from his forehead, and a long tail came from his back and wrapped around to Tyler’s face. Tyler was shocked by his transformation. He knew he was a demon, but he had no idea they actually looked like demons. “Just get your ass in the vent and watch how a professional works.” Brendon brushed off his dumb expression.

Tyler watched as Brendon disappeared before his eyes. “B-brendon? Where’d you go?” He looked around the room. He jumped when he felt something grab him from behind. “W-what is this!?” He panicked while he struggled to break free.

“Half breed relax it's just my tail.” Brendon’s voice came into the room. He sounded very close.

“W-where are you!?” Tyler felt around. His arms waving like a crazy man.

“I'm right here you idiot.” Brendon groaned. Tyler soon felt pressure on his back. Something like a chest maybe. Then he felt hands feel up his chest. Tyler gasped as he couldn't see anything there, but he definitely felt his presence. “You know I can totally have fun with you like this.” Brendon whispered in his ear. His breath was warm on the brunette’s neck. Suddenly something slithered towards his crotch. Tyler guessed that was his tail. It brushed over it gently.

Tyler bit his lip at the sensation. He nearly moaned before he came to his senses. “Hey stop that! W-we’ve got more important things to do.” He pushed away from him. His face red with embarrassment.

“Whatever you say half breed, but I felt your heart skip a beat when I got near you.” Brendon giggled. Tyler crossed his arms in protest. He was too ashamed of himself or Blurry for that matter to even speak to Brendon. “Don't worry, I know I'm sexy.” He quickly kissed Tyler. “Now back to work. See you in Low’s office.” He added. The room got quiet so Tyler assumed he left.

“Y-yeah…” He whispered to himself as he felt his lips. They still tingled from Brendon’s hot, full lips. He wanted more, but quickly shook that feeling off. “Damn demons.” He grumbled as he climbed up into the vents. He crept slowly to keep the noise down so he didn't get caught.

Brendon on the other hand ran straight to the office. He was so bold to sit down in one of the chairs that sat in front of Low’s desk as he waited for Tyler. He had to hold down his grumbles as he got annoyed with the mortal’s slowness.

Charles Low just went about his business while he listened to calming sounds of a classical record. He hummed along unaware that his end was near. Brendon smirked at that thought. He took great pleasure in killing the dumb unsuspecting souls. His happy thoughts of ripping this guy apart were interrupted by the creak from the ceiling.

“Tyler you idiot.” Brendon growled under his breath. He knew this was going to end bad so he took the liberty of using his powers to soundproof the room so the guards wouldn't be alerted when Tyler fucked this up. He always planned ahead.

Suddenly as if on cue Tyler fell from the ceiling. Right on top of Low’s desk. Brendon just face palmed at his incompetence. What Master Dallon actually saw in this half breed was definitely nothing that Brendon could see.

“Who the Hell are you!?” Charles demanded as he went to press his silent alarm. Tyler jumped off his desk.

“Uhh I-I'm here to ummm t-to…...well kinda t-take your soul…” Tyler stuttered out weakly. He then looked around the room. “Well don't just leave me hanging here. You said you'd help me!”  He shouted in embarrassment because he had no idea of how to address his future victims.

“I thought you were doing just fine. I especially liked the ‘kinda t-take your soul’ part.” Brendon laughed as he appeared before both of them in the chair.

“It wasn't THAT funny.” Tyler huffed at him as Brendon continued to laugh at him. “Well what to do except me to say!?” He demanded, fed up.

“B-brendon w-what are you doing here?” Charles gasped as he turned as white as a ghost. He secretly started pounding on his silent alarm button.

“Oh Charlie don't play dumb. You and I both know I'm here to collect what you owe my boss.” Brendon smiled casually. “Oh and you can give that button a rest. This room has been sound proofed since I got in here. So no one’s coming to save you.” His smile turned evil as he stood.

“B-but wait we c-can work this out. I-I can get you whatever you want. Money, women, men, j-just name it.” Charles jumped up and pleaded. He backed up against the wall as he saw Brendon walking towards him.

“You know there's only one thing I want Charles. I even brought a friend to help me. Sorta like a private party.” Brendon giggled. He cornered him and ran his claws down his chest. Leaving deep cuts in his flesh. The older man cried in agony. “Your heart is beating awfully fast….so is mine.” He said excitedly. Brendon suddenly threw Charles over his desk and at Tyler’s feet. He froze once he saw the bloody mess. He was too afraid to move. “Go ahead and finish him off so I can teach you how to get out his soul.” Brendon said as he licked blood from his claws. He took a seat in Low’s chair and waited.

Tyler looked down at a near dead Charles gurgling blood. His eyes were wide in fear. The same look Pete had when he stabbed him. “I-I…..I can't do this!” He ran and threw up in the trash can next to the desk. Brendon just rolled his eyes as he stood.

“You're really useless, you know that.” Brendon said as he strolled past him. “Don't worry I'll do, but only this time.” He knelt down and plunged his claws into the man’s chest. He pulled out his heart and crushed it in his hand. Blood went everywhere. Like some scene from a horror movie. “There it's done. Now get your pansy ass over here so you can get this soul so we can leave.” He commanded. Tyler slowly dragged his way back towards the now dead man.

“I-I'm not a-a pansy. I'm just not equipped for this kind of violence.” Tyler groaned angrily as he held his stomach.

“I-I don't give a damn.” Brendon replied mockingly. “Now open up his mouth and inhale until his soul come out.” He care less about Tyler’s stupid excuses.

“Wait you want me to WHAT?” Tyler was shocked. He was not prepared to give this random old fart mouth to mouth resuscitation just to get a soul. “I'M SO NOT DOING THAT!” He protested as he stood up. Brendon quickly pulled him back down.

“You will do it, because that's your job. And I didn't say kiss the geezer only open his mouth and suck out his soul. No lips ever have to touch you idiot.” Brendon yelled at the simple minded mortal. He opened Low’s mouth for him. “Don't worry, even a half breed like you have enough power to remove a simple mortal soul.” He scoffed.

“Wow thanks.” Tyler replied deadpan. He was really getting tired of that name. So he took a deep breath and leaned over the dead man’s mouth. “Here goes nothing.” He gulped and proceeded to inhale slowly. It took a few minutes, but soon a pale blue smoke started to flow inside his mouth. Tyler was afraid and wanted to stop. This was just too weird.

“No you don't. Suck it all down buddy boy.” Brendon held his head tightly in place. Tyler continued to collect the soul. It was like it was going to some secret pouch next to his stomach. He coughed and quickly moved away once he was done. Who knew that souls tasted horrible? But who would wanna taste a soul in the first place? “Good job half breed, now let's go.” Brendon told him as he opened up another fire portal. The Demon then disappeared inside.

Tyler really didn't want to go back through there, but it was the fastest way home. Plus he needed to escape this gory scene that Brendon left. He reluctantly went inside behind him.

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They stepped out of the portal and was now in Dallon’s throne room. Well Brendon walked out while Tyler fell out of it again. He was too busy patting out the small fires on his ankles to notice Dallon staring on with pure amusement. Even Patrick, who stood off to the side found it quite funny.

“We have returned Master. The task is complete.” Brendon knelt before him. He was trying hard to ignore the ignorance carrying on behind him.

“I swear this is the LAST time I’m goin-” Tyler turned to notice where they were. As well as that everyone was staring at him. “Uhh ummm w-what he said.” He quickly got down next to Brendon. His face red as a beet once he heard Dallon and Patrick have a good old laugh at him. Brendon just sighed.

“Now tell me Brendon how did our new recruit do tonight?” Dallon said once he calmed down. “Well aside from the little blunder with the portals.”

“Yes aside from that, he did very well. We infiltrated effortlessly and he killed the target without hesitation. As well as gather the soul just as instructed. He did a fine job Master.” Brendon smile and stood proudly. All while lying through his teeth. He did it so smooth that Tyler had no time to react before he said it.

“Is that so?” Dallon stared deep into Brendon’s eyes and then down at Tyler. The mortal tried his best to look every bit as awesome as Brendon made him out to be. And he failed horribly. Dallon returned his gaze back to Brendon.

“Yes Master it is.” Brendon confirmed. He was sticking to his lie no matter what. Dallon smiled and caressed his cheek.

“I knew you’d teach him well. And as a reward why don't you go wait for me in my bedroom.” Dallon kissed Brendon. He bowed and left the room in a ball of fire. The Devil then turned his sights on Tyler. The mortal began to worry as he motioned for him to stand before him. “Good job to you as well Tyler.” He held a mischievous grin.

“Y-yeah no problem.” Tyler said as he rubbed the back of his neck doubtfully. Dallon then wrapped his arm around the boy. Pulling him flush against him. “W-what are you doing!?” Tyler tried desperately to get out of the strong grip. He was becoming extremely nervous.

“Taking what’s mine.” Dallon growled. He then crashed their lips together. Tyler was shocked until he felt the soul he had inhaled quickly leave his body. It was a strange feeling, but Dallon’s soft and skilled lips were more of a distraction. Tyler couldn't help his moan as he tangled his fingers in the Devil's hair. It was just too good to resist. They made out until the soul was completely transferred.

Dallon released him and he saw Tyler’s eyes were now red and black formed on his neck and hands. “There’s my pretty boy I love to see.” Dallon cooed.

“It sure is Master. And all just for you.” Blurry bit his lip at him. He pressed himself back against him. Dallon licked his lips and felt his hips. Blurry moaned and wrapped his leg around the tall man. “Why don't you reward me too Master. I’ve been so good for you tonight. I deserve it.” He begged.

“I think you deserve to be punished for not helping Tyler tonight.” Dallon growled and pulled Blurry’s hair.

“W-what do you expect me to do? Tyler’s afraid of me and that's why he won't let me help.” Blurry gritted his teeth in pain. Dallon growled and pulled his hair tighter.

“Why don't I help you ease Tyler’s worries?” Dallon winked. He then picked up Blurry and kissed down his neck.

“Whatever you say Master.” Blurry moaned and held him close. Dallon was going to have Blurry and Brendon at one time. It couldn't get any better than this. They disappeared into a huge ball of fire.

“I have a feeling Tyler’s not gonna like this.” Patrick giggled to himself before he too left the throne room.