What Are You? - Ohmtoonz Fanfiction

Satan's Plan (39)

"I heard you had a talk with Tyler. What exactly did you discuss?" Mr. Patterson swirled a glass of red wine in his left hand while his right twirled around his tail. His hair was well done, dark, and puffy. He had a pink suit on that looked and fit him nicely. Mr. Patterson always dresses well for our meetings. He is practically the image of power and sharpened beauty.

I can only imagine what Satan looks like. 

"Nothing of severe importance. I was just...struggling to understand how such a difficult soul was assigned to a newbie."

"Ben Thompson? He shouldn't be difficult at all." His eyebrows lifted curiously. I straightened my posture to show respect. Normally, I wouldn't be worried about such a thing, but today Patterson seemed...especially ticked off. It was a silent angry that crept into your spine and flooded your brain with fight or flight reflexes.

"Yes Mr. Patterson, originally he wasn't a problem. But he evolved...sort of. His soul refuses to leave without something in return. However, this was not an original condition."

"Something in return?" He questioned, the wine turned faster in his hand. I feared if he went any quicker the red would stain through his wonderfully tailored suit.

Not that Mr. Patterson would care.

"His nephew's protection, or rather, someone new to protect his nephew. Whoever took this job would have to figure out how to work around that and perform dangerous and or difficult rituals to obtain Ben's soul."

"Or..." He sighed. 

"Or become the one that protects him." I finished. "Tyler is not fit to do either." Mr. Patterson took a large swig from the wine, easing his shoulders down with each gulp. His legs lifted to the arm rest of the chair and crossed. His arm held up his head as he stared down on me.

"Then deal with it." He said loudly. "If you take care of it first Tyler has to come back here and get his next assignment. I'm sure he wouldn't thank you for doing it though." Mr. Patterson let out a breathy laugh that shook my spine. His deep voice was incredibly enticing. "Just don't forget your job Simon. My son should be watched at all times to ensure his absolute safety. You know how he gets sometimes."

"Of course sir." He tapped the edges of his chair with his foot.

"And Myers? How is she doing?"

"Fine sir." I stated. Mr. Patterson lifted his chin and glared at the wine in his glass.

"And my son?"

"He's doing well. Him and Ryan have gotten close. But I'm sure you already know about that situation." He nodded.

"Of course. My wife doesn't know how to not talk about Luke." He chuckled. "Ryan and him are recently dating correct?"

"Yes." He flicked a piece of his hair behind his ear.

"You see the problem there right?"

"Of course Mr. Patterson." I ducked my head down, staring to the ground. 

"Keep watch on him. I'll give him a call in a day or two and bring him down here for a talk." He downed the rest of his wine and tossed the glass bottle to a wall nearby. It shattered loudly and echoed throughout the room. I flinched. "Autumn is upset with me for going through with the plans we have." His hands massaged his forehead. 

So THAT'S why he's so pissy today...I should have known it was him and Autumn having a fight.

"She is overprotective of Luke. He's ready to take over he just needs a push." His cold, dead eyes locked onto mine. I froze. "Satan will not wait for my son to realize his potential. Time is ticking and the end is slowly coming for them." He bit at his long nails. "Half the demons have already started the move."

"You said Luke doesn't even know yet right?" I asked. Mr. Patterson nodded. "Well if I may suggest, I think you need to inform Tyler and Luke immediately. They are really becoming too attached..."

"Listen Simon. I love my son more than anything. Autumn seems to have taken a liking to Ryan but it's all circumstantial. Satan will certainly refuse to spare any humans in this area. This plan is too long in the making for him to simply change his mind."

"Of course."

"For example, a machine. Ryan is a small, rusty screw that can be replaced at any time. Luke is a large cog that is required for the machine to spin. And you and I..." He smirked. "You and I are the repair men."

"How are you going to get Luke to leave Ryan willingly?"

"I'm not." Mr. Patterson paused as if thinking before slowly smirking. "Ryan will leave him on his own. He just needs some guidance." I gave him a doubtful look that was quickly shut down by him hopping off his chair and walking over to me. With each footstep I could see how much he actually towered over me. I was tall but he...he was a titan. His smile while he walked was bright and sharp.

And I smelled a fowl bloody scent when he grabbed my shoulder and leaned down into my ear. His lips grazed them slightly and I jolted with a sudden fear that swept into me.

It was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

"I'm going to need your help Simon." He whispered. The bass in his tone vibrated through my ears even as he backed away.

"Ye-yes sir. Myers and I will be happy to help..."

"No." He grumbled, turning back towards the chair and strutting towards it. "Myers knows her place. She is no demon. Tell her nothing but what you believe to be necessary for victory. As for now-" He sat down and leaned back, radiating a kingly and ghastly aura. I was surprised I was still standing. "Let's discuss how to get that boy to back off."

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DONT PANIC GUYS IT IS OKAY! Nothing bad will happen :) ... ;)

I swear Luke's father isn't really a BAD guy. I mean come on Autumn married him so he has to meet her VERY high standards in a man.

But he does seem to have something against Ryan. I mean he's never even met him

Yet.

(If you've read my books before how long did you think I was gonna keep it all lowkey happy and good? Yall KNOW i can absolutely not survive without my plot twists and bad endings. Thing is, you guys have no idea what ending it is. We've had Fake Feelings (bad ending) Sparrows (Good ending) so it could be either. Only the real ones know.

What are your predictions???)

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