Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time

Chapter 8

One week in hell exactly. One whole week of tending to Brendon's ridiculous requests. It was definitely punishment for giving that asshole attitude. The red eyed demons were sure to be done with their tasks, Patrick thinks.

Tensions are growing immensely with Brendon's use of powers. With one small flick of his wrist, he combusts a group of random demons. Patrick is bewildered at such a response to yet another statue of 'The All Mighty King'.

"Is it not to your liking, your majesty?" Patrick asks.

"It's becoming a fuckin' snoozefest up here."

"I'm aware, my king."

He cocks his head to the side, glaring at the yellow eyed demon. He shoots his hand out in Patrick's direction and the ground around him faults. Lengthy cracks surround his feet.

"24 hours before I get my ass off this throne and cruse this place."

"Understood, my king." Patrick replies.

Brendon smirks, "Good."

Patrick heads down the corridors and to the armory. He is presented with 6 large metal spears, "These look adequate." He starts, "We have 24 hours. In 12, make sure you set up the spears in the main bureau."

"Wait-" One of the red eyed demons speaks, "They will be set up in front of him, sir?"

"Yes. I'll tell him a meeting will be set between another demon and I."

"Alright, sir." The demon nods almost hesitantly. The fact that these souls are following Patrick's orders at such an unpredictable time still surprises him. Him even questioning the idea of the trust of other demons was something almost unimaginable. Still, trust could be skewed regardless if it seemed as though Brendon wasn't even planning a war... at least not now anyway.

Patrick makes his way to where the serum has been made. He sees Tyler there. Tyler meets eyes with the yellow eyed demon and says, "I was just about to inform you about the serum! It's complete and apparently it will be strong enough to mask Brendon for at least a couple full moons!"

"Good." Patrick nods, "I assume there isn't a specific time measurement for how many full moons Brendon will be masked for."

Tyler shrugs, "Unfortunately not, but everything seems to be in order. You checked with the armory, right?"

"I did. Brendon threatened 24 hours. We will have everything set in 12."

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Twelve hours pass and the demons from the armory are set to be bringing the weapons any minute.

"Your majesty." Patrick starts, standing before Brendon, "We're set to have a meeting with a relentless demon from the other side of hell."

"Sounds... boring." He says slumped on his throne.

"We will be taking extra precautions, so weapons will be set in the room just in case he tries anything. He's extremely dangerous and unruly." Patrick finishes.

Footsteps and the sound of rolling wheels can be heard through the hallway. The red eyed demons set the large spears in sets of three per corner. Patrick watches as Brendon's head tilts.

"Quite the precaution, Patty." He squints.

"We can't be too careful, my king." Patrick replies.

The slate colored demon sits forward; hands folded, "I have a funny feeling you're lying to me."

Patrick raises an eyebrow, "Certainly not, my king."

Brendon immediately stands up, "Do you think I'm fucking stupid?" He yells.