∆Three To Count∆

∆Patrick's story 2 years later∆

After two years of being Brendon's prisoner chained to a wall in a old run down horse ranch, I for some reason turned more awful. I now find enjoyment in peoples suffering, I love the smell of blood now and messing with magic is always fun. Brendon took me into hell two years ago after he took me away from my family. Apparently instead of demons calling the devil Satan they call him Gerard. Gerard was disgusted from me apparently, and banished me from the underworld for three years. Brendon is planning to take me their again soon, since it's almost been three years now and I'm starting to get more and more fascinated with demons.

After the hell trip the first time Brendon locked me in an old ranch on the other side of town from where he lives. The more Years I spent here the more tired I got of Brendon's pitiful ass. I found a book hidden inside a small steel chest last year. Somehow I found a way to open the box and I filled myself with knowledge. The book was about demon spells, how you can do them and what you were capable of. I had all the time in the world so I scanned from cover to cover several times.

Once a day Brendon gives me a visit and giving me a bowl of tasteless oatmeal and a large sized sipper of water for a meal. He's now seeming nicer for some reason. He must know all the power I know now. I'm waiting for Brendon to arrive today but he's a little late.

Right on time he storms in here pissed as ever and glares at me.
"You and I are going to hell, right now." He hisses.
"Woah what crawled up your ass and died?" I sassed. I never said anything witty or sassy with Brendon, it was always an emotionless response. "Don't play dumb, I know you stole my spell book."

"First of all: I didn't steal it, I found it. Second: how do you know I have it?"

Brendon snarled at at me. "I can smell it. Demon magic can sometimes give off an oder."

"Is that why you always smell shit?" I don't know what confidence has gotten into me, but I like it.

He now looks furious. His eyes are now birning yellow similar to mine, his skin in slowly turning into a blue, and he puts his head down so I can't see his face but When he reveals his face in shows his sharp teeth, pointy chin, and large horns shooting out of his head.

He approached me ripped this chains off of my wrist roughly and held me up by my neck. My eyes turned to a yellow as I struggled for air with anger building inside of me at the same time. Without thinking I used my newly learned spell that did something. Brendon flung across the room damaging the wall of the barn he flew into.  I didn't know I would do that much power but it worked.

I took it as a chance to escape so I ran out the barn. I heard Brendon starting to get up so I ran faster. I'm almost free, I'm almost free until I bumped into someone. I fell to the ground but quickly got back up hearing Brendon's foot steps. Once I stood up I looked the stranger in the eyes and saw a man with a white dress shirt, black vest, a red tie and black X's on his eyes. Looking at the stranger Brendon took the chance to tackle me to the ground.

We tussled for a while until Brendon was on top of me strangling my neck again.
"This is it stump. I had enough of your bullshit. I was hired to watch you until your eighteen, but your almost nineteen and I still kept you!" He growled.

Right when I was running out of air the stranger spoke.
"Brendon, stop right now! Gerard will not like this behavior!!"

Brendon then stopped trying to kill me and stood up. After regaining all my air I stood up giving the stranger a questioning look, wondering who he is because he seems suspicious.

"Patrick all you had to do is ask. My name is Frank, I am a superior demon for I work with Gerard. Brendon is a superior and he's doing his duty's, but not at this moment. His job is to kidnap you and bring you to hell. You're supposed to be serving your uncles sentence and punishments. Now if you will please not throw a fuss but we must get going."

My life is shit.

"Please Frank. Don't make him suffer from his uncle's mistakes." Brendon begged.

Brendon is protecting me?

"I'm protecting Patrick because I see myself in him. Before I was a demon I was a helpless teen and I had no choice. My family forced me into this life. His family got him in this mess and I don't want this forced upon him. Please can we maybe change your mind?"

Frank sighed. "I don't make the decision. But you can maybe talk to Gerard. But let's make our way to hell shall we?"

We followed frank to a dark black horse drawn carriage. Frank sat in front driving the horses when Brendon and I a boarded passenger. He made the horses run down a long dirt road at full speed. Frank pulled out a box of matches and lit one on fire then threw it in our path. The flame opened a blue portal with purples and pastel colors. We ran into the portal and I can already smell the smoke of hell fires.

Hello hell.

So guys I'm thinking about rewriting this chapter but I don't know. Tell me what you think?

I'm writing this at last minute because my day was shit.

but I hope your day was good. I love all my llamas ,stay stumpy and if you want something to happen in this story or keep it as it is comment below.

BYEEEEE!