[☣]— Life and Death; the two controllers of everything. They coexist in so many forms. Mainly through humans and vampires. A vampire could be as old as life itself. This particular one; Sylvie Adams; was nearly 1,000 years old. She was turned into a vampire for a purebloods selfish reasons and due to this, she forgot all about her human life and lost her emotions. Of course, she could learn to feel again but they never taught her.

The weather was pleasant; a warm yet breeze-coated day. Sylvie was the kind of girl to enjoy the outdoors. Most would think otherwise from her emotion lacking personality. Hey, that wasn’t even her fault; it was the downfall of her being turned into a vampire. With her attire and graceful beauty, people often thought of her being from a rich status in society. Well, didn’t all vampires seem that way?

  Seven had smelt something foul in the air as he had been sitting alone at his shrine. It made his skin tingle and he couldn't just leave it un-investigated so the boy got up. Considering his kimono was easy to move in, he kept it on and planned to fight in it as well if it came to that. The experiment took the trees as he was sniffing out the smell that was floating on the wind. It didn't smell like one of the beasts that the scientists made but it could be considered dangerous, just by the smell.

  The boy was unaware that he was going after someone's target. All he knew was that he didn't want this thing or whatever it was to continue. He had seem some people under go some pretty nasty deaths before and it caused ongoing nightmares, every single night. He wished that on no one. The boy's bare feet silently made contact with the earth as he was behind his prey.

  Seven didn't think that this man was one of the beasts but he surely smelt like shit. The experiment hold out his hand and let his sword materialize within his slim fingers. The angel copy took into a run and jumped, coming down with a swinging motion that cut that man's head off with one swift motion. "May the lord have mercy on 'our soul."  He said as he swiped his sword clean of the blood, it was something he always said when taking a life.

     It's a fairly well-known fact that demons and reapers don't tend to get along very nicely. Often, for Gamikitchi, this was a problem, considering he was one half of each and frequently got into arguments with himself. The upside to his mixed breeding, however, was that he could be allies with either species (though, often, that means he was also enemies with either species). It may not have seemed like it, but he did try to make friends with everyone he met. Some people just rubbed him the wrong way, but most of them were just far too stupid for him. Sebastian Michaelis just happened to not like Gami, which meant that Gami didn't like Sebastian, either.

     They just didn't hit it off right from the start, and they could both tell that they were going to hate each-other regardless of how nice they pretended to be. Though, Gami wasn't going to deny that there was a certain amount of... attraction there, for Sebastian. Physical attraction, of course. Gami wasn't even sure that he knew what "love" felt like, so for now he was just going to settle on the fact that he wouldn't really mind shagging the butler (because, really, who could resist someone as sexy as Sebastian Michaelis). 

     Whenever Gami caught himself thinking about this, however, he was disappointed to find that Sebastian always seemed to show up, which ruined his thinking. He disliked the demon's personality so much that he didn't much notice his looks whenever he was around.

     "Oh," He said with a snort as he caught sight of the butler. "You again. Thought I'd seen the last of you finally, but it seems I was wrong." He shook his head in faux disappointment, and grinned. He was, in fact, almost happy to see the demon. It was always so dull without someone to argue with.