The demon; Thane

Devil's cataco was the leading number 1 company in the world. About 5 years ago, Devil's Cataco was created after the merging of Kim–Chen Powell Industries, and Devil's Newway pavement.

For years now both companies had changed trajectory, and business sales, which was the greatest and riskiest business plan they had ever taken. Kim-Chen Powell Industries, changed business sales, from Sugarcane and Rice. With the help of Devil's Newway pavement, a company once industrialized from granting immigrants the proper training to becoming a full-fledged citizen they became a market for shipping food from Swoahn island for government purposes.

The strong smell of incense burned in the parish. The church was empty and quiet, save for the male with cut dark hair, in a dark blue suit, and tattooed entwined hands, with a red ring on one finger.

He swallowed thickly, hands, and thighs incessantly shaking. A hand landed on his shoulder, and he looked up with worry flooding his eyes, fear coating his entire expression.

Jian Kim-Chen Powell, second son of Li Kim-Chen Powell and Jackie Kim-Chen Powell was in turmoil. Sitting in a parish with a priest standing next to him, and his personal bodyguard and friend Joon he didn't feel the slightest bit of calm.

Jian was a dangerous man, after all, it took someone dangerous to sit amongst the board members of a multi-billion dollar company, but today he felt weak. The young man hadn't felt weak in years, only to find himself trembling in fear, seated in a place he hadn't bothered to visit after he sold his soul to the devil, or rather the son of the greatest demon to ever exist.

"What bothers you son?" The priest, Father Duncan, the man who always took the confessions of Jian Kim-Chen Powell when he bothered attending church.

Jian ran his fingers through his soft dark locks, the hem of his suit sleeve pulling down in the process and showing off the ticking time-clock on his hands.

Father Duncan's eyes widened, and his hand slapped against his mouth to cover his gasp. Jian's hand numbers were written underneath his pale skin that reflected underneath it. The numbers aligned in a time-telling pattern, and what drew Father Duncan's gasp was the numbers ticking fast. Very fast, like a fast forward clock.

"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned," Jian said softly, looking down at the moving numbers. "I battered with the devil and now I fear it has come back to strike me."

The father shook his head, and eyebrows screwed into a frightened frown. "What are you talk–"

Joon, the bodyguard seating rigidly next to Jian Walkie-Talkie screeched. He pulled the walkie-talkie and held it close to his lips.

"Alpha 1, do you re–" the walkie-talkie screeched again, cutting off the voice on it.

Joon frowned. "Omega-three, you were saying?" No reply.

The walkie-talkie screeched. "Alpha 1, Omega three is down, there's blood everywhere!"

Again the walkie-talkie screeched, and a strange deep gravel distorted voice spoke. "Jian Kim-Chen Powell."

Jian tensed, Joon had a knowing look of devastation on his face. He leaned closer to Jian and whispered. "They're here."

Jian nodded, playing with his ring, and looking down at the fast-moving numbers on his wrist.

The parish door made noise, as the tall doors were being pushed open by bloody slender hands.

Jian couldn't turn around and see the face of the renowned demon he dared batter with 5 years ago.

Joon did for him, he turned around scared yet curious to see the demon with the Clairvoyance to save yet destroy his friend's life.

The bastard of the fifth isle of hell, the heir of the Wrath demon, Thane Inferia Morningstar, strode in with the grace of a king. He had a look of murder in his now pitch-black eyes, yet managed to keep a face of calm.

His icy white skin had tiny veins, and blood staining it. His pin-straight platinum hair lengthening down to his hips was in disarray and bloodied. Blood seeped from a gash on his forehead, and there were bruise marks on his pale skin where his thick intricate tattoos didn't cover.

He was wearing a silk glittery grey long sleeve V neck, and fairly fitted leather pants. Blood covered his entire cloth, and he looked spent out with blood seeping from the puncture wounds on his necks, and the blood dried on his hair and jaw. He couldn't have gotten so bloodied from killing off the men outside the parish. He looked like he came out of a brawl 

Joon's eyes descended on the hand gripping hard on a walkie-talkie that the demon threw on the floor.

Jian closed his eyes, fear controlled his breathing, Joon couldn't help the look of shock on his face seeing his friend so scared. Then again, this particular demon was one that held Clairvoyance most people could dream of, a great status as heir to the original demon- Wrath.

"Jian Kim-Chen," Thane called out, pitch-black eyes scanning the seat.

The priest was shaking. He held his cross and began to pray in Chinese. Jian wasn't moving, he almost seemed frozen.

The priest backed away with each step Thane took closer. He eventually tripped on his robe still holding on to his cross-hand and tears rolling down his eyes.

Thane was already at the roll of seats Jian Kim-Chen sat frozen on when he turned his neck to the praying priest. The priest's eyes widened and a scream of horror tore through his throat seeing the part of Thane's face craned towards him as burnt, rotten, red, and smoke oozing out of the holes In that part of Thane's face.

The priest screamed at the top of his lungs, making the side of Thane's lips pull up to the slightest of smirks. "Faithless," Thane muttered watching as the Priest's lips began merging.

Jian was shaking in his seat, while Joon's eyes were permanently wide with horror.

Pitch black eyes turned back to Jian. Thane said nothing, simply watching Jian while playing with the top of the thick timber carved seats.

"You had one job," Thane muttered, as much as Thane enjoyed toying around alas Jian knew this demon lacked patience.

Jian stood up so fast, Joon was shocked. "Méiyǒu rén kàn dào tā de dàolái! (Nobody saw it coming!)" Jian cried out.

Anger flashed in Thane's eyes. "該死的藉口!(Fucking excuses!)" Thane yelled, Jian flinched.

Holding the look of anger at Jian, Thane continued. "You had one fucking job! I gave your *** life and you **** with Conner??"

"You thought because you didn't inform me that Conner was attacked I wouldn't know? Do you know about my Clairvoyance?"

Jian was quiet, Thane sparked, grabbing a built-in roll of seat and with extraordinary speed and strength threw it at the wall behind Jian.

"This group…" Thane trailed off, snapping his fingers.

"The Muse." Jian helped.

"The Muse. What do they have against Conner? He's an adopted child of your family, useless to your family's company."

Jian shook his head. "I don't know, but I swear I did my best to protect him, it was my men that stopped him from being killed Thane, I swear on my soul these five years have been dedicated to protecting Conner!" Jian begged. 

Five years ago, Thane gave Jian life for one thing only in return. Jian never knew why Thane saved him particularly, or why he wanted Conner protected so much and Jian never dared ask. Being alive was enough.

"What are the casualties?" Thane asked.

Jian blinked. He hadn't expected that question. The demon hadn't shown care for anything besides Conner's protection before. "One of my men died and hurt a few of them are hurt but Conner is fine."

Thane leaned against one of the rolls of seats. Veins jolting against his pale skin and jaw locked tight. He was angry.

Over the five years of their deal, Jian had never seen Thane angry, his best emotion was always looking dangerously passive even when angry.

"Lucky, he wasn't directly hurt." Said Thane in Chinese.

Although Jian could hear the French-like accent in Thane's voice he knew the demon could speak many languages. They weren't the devil, far from it, but he might as well be. Yes they, Jian knew better after five years of working for the monster than to refer to him as him. To Jian Thane was a they. 

The demon had the stride of a King, the physique of but male and female, the facial structure of a female, the voice of a male, and the aura of a god.

"Give me your gun," Thane commanded Joon quietly.

Joon looked towards Jian for permission with panic on his face.

Wrong decision. Thane sped towards Joon, slammed his head against a seat, and pulled his gun tucked behind him.

"On your stomach," Thane ordered Jian. 

Jian complied reluctantly. Thane pressed his foot on Jian's back and cocked the gun.

"What are you trying to do to me, Jian! I give you life and you try to ruin me! How dare you let this happen to him! Don't make me regret saving you, Jian Kim-Chen! You're alive today, courtesy of your brother!" Thane yelled, Jian winced.

Thane roughly pulled his leg off of Jian's back with a frown on his face. "Where is Conner now?"

Jian slowly made his way back up, avoiding Thane's eyes. "With the family of one of the casualties."

Thane tsked. "And he is safe?"

Jian nodded. His black eyes slowly turned to Thane's face. Thane's pitch-black eyes had turned a vibrant green. Then Jian asked. "Do you want to see him?"

Four times, four times in over five years Jian asked Thane that question. Why bother protecting someone that doesn't know you? Jian never asked questions but he did have questions.

"No." Lie.

"Have your "people" work better and keep Conner safe from Muse, I cannot afford to linger so close to a mortal for far too long." The word Muse and Mortal had a bitter taste on Thane's tongue.

Jian nodded. "I already did."

"Show me your hand," Thane commanded.

Jian did as instructed. Thane scrunched his nose up. "You idiot, do you want to die? Your timer reads only one year left of your life and you didn't contact me."

"I didn't want to bother you," Jian replied. In all honesty, he was just scared.

Thane rolled his eyes and placed both hands on Jian's hand. Thane parted his lips, black smoke exited his mouth, slowly curling into Jian's mouth.

The timer began reading faster but instead of reading down, it read up. 1 year quickly changing into ten years.

Thane let go of Jian's hand. Blood slowly seeped down from Thane's nose, but he quickly wiped it.

Thane let out a breath before a phone rang. He reached out for his pocket and pulled out a phone.

"Thane?" A distorted deep, accented voice calls out.

He took a moment before answering. "No, it's the Easter Bunny."

A sweet menacing laugh echoes from the other side of the phone. "They say you are very funny."

"Well I can't say they are wrong, I am funny, along with charming, charismatic, gorgeous, and some other stuff I can't remember." 

The voice laughed again. "You're a megalomaniac, know that Thane?"

Thane rolled his eyes. "Amongst other fantastic qualities, Lucien, now shut up and tell me what you want, I think I'm about to faint."

"Which is it, shut up or tell you what I want?" Asked the familiar voice.

Thane was quiet.

"Okay fine, be ready to blow a fuse and destroy a planet or something but Ju Bal was awakened."

There was no reply to Lucien. "Hello, Th– Thane are you there??"

Lucien yelled into the phone discarded on the bloody ground. Only the wind was left to reply to Lucien, as Thane suddenly was no longer in the area.

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