Yanmat was frustrated as he hovered over the oblivious human who hummed absently,as if a spawn of Hell wasn’t just behind him.

The human was called Jake Strile,he was a 12-year-old orphan with average looks,brown hair and silver eyes,with a relatively thin frame. The only thing that made him different,was the fact he didn’t notice any of the strange happenings that Yanmat had been conjuring.

During the first week,he summoned a puppy of Cerberus,the three-headed demon who guarded the gates of Hell’s palace,and Jake squealed and hugged it,yelling, “DOG!”

Then,a few days later,he killed Jake’s 60-year old elderly neighbour,and drew pentagrams on his mirrors,however,when Jake saw them,he smiled,admiring the ‘pretty stars’

During this time,Yanmat had also been doing the odd ‘creepy’ things,screwing with his things,making Jake have severe nightmares ext.

And,yet?

He was still chipper,acting no different to what he had observed in the boy’s report,and the necessary month of careful planning he’d put into his exam.

Shaking his head to clear his mind of his failures,Yanmat stared at the back of the boy’s head as Jake listened to whatever music he was listening to,staring at the phone in his hands.

As he listened to the music on his phone,Jake drew,which Yanmat watched with an odd fascination,watching the smooth strokes of his pencil on the canvas. That was what he found odd. His art was amazing,but dark,which Yanmat appreciated,as it depicted beautiful landscapes that were tainted with the blood of the murdered innocents.

He would draw a gorgeous landscape,with blossoming flowers and flora and fauna that spanned the whole area. But,then he would add small splatters of bright red over them,covering them with remnants of a glorious battle.