Be My Friend

Chapter 34: Enter Sandman

The smile on my face instantly disappears as we enter a huge room with dark red marble flooring and matching marble wall tiling. Two giant pillars stand parallel from each other with steps leading up to a massive obsidian throne with leather padding. A marble desk surrounds the chair including a matching vacant but smaller chair right beside the throne.

Lanterns light up the rows of seats on either side of the room which are all filled with creatures that could only be created through nightmares. I try not to visibly shudder.

I let go of his hand and watch as he takes a seat on his reign while I awkwardly twiddle my thumbs.

Noticing my discomfort, he motions towards the seat next to him and I can't help but feel a little surprised. I take a seat in the vacant chair beside him. Whispers and murmurs erupt from the crowd and I can't help but dig my nails into the palms of my hands because of how nervous I am.

"Silence." He barely raises his voice but it was still enough to smother any noise in the room. "Now, first things first. Let's get one thing clear," his eyes flash that flaming red orange, "Mason Walker and his soul belongs to me. Whether you like it or not. If any of you dare hurt a single hair on Mason's head; I will wreak havoc and make Hell a living Hell for every single demon, reaper, whatever you are." He states, but don't be fooled, no matter how calm it was said; you can't mistaken the threatening rage underneath that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. The entire room was so silent I'm sure everyone could hear my own heart beating.

A demon suddenly appears in front of the steps with a colour of irises that seemed to swirl like a river. "With all due respect, his soul should be mine, your majesty. I was the one who was informed about his becoming in the first place." He says with a smug expression. I frown. Becoming? Did somebody already know this was going to happen?

"Is that so, Azazel?" Damian says in mock thoughtfulness. I didn't need to look at him to know that he couldn't of cared less about the demon currently standing before him. 'Azazel' nods his head eagerly; unaware of the thick tension.

Blue flames burst out of no where and engulf the demon instantly. He screams and withers in pain as the ground opens up and seemingly swallows him whole then closing as if nothing was there in the first place. I blink in surprise.

"Anyone else dare to go against my word?" Damian demands rhetorically. When no one answers he stands and claps his hands together. "Court dismissed." He waves his hand and suddenly we appear back in his bedroom and I finally let out the breath I didn't know I was holding.