Who: Damien and Tom What: Muggle transfer.. ohhh, this isn't good. Where: Streets When: 1:00am, after the W&H Villain meeting Rating: R
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Damien Thorn had been told to meet the Dark Lord by a closed bookstore, in a secluded spot near an alley. He'd heard that poor Logan was no longer useful to Mr. Riddle. The 18-year-old would have been killed by now.. but Damien requested him. He had needs.
He stood by the alley, staring up at the night sky. It may as well be noon. Rain was falling. It wasn't so much a downpour, but water drops were falling. His clothes were beginning to damp, but not so much since he wore an overcoat. His skin was wet from the rain cascading down his face, his hair appearing as if he'd finished a shower.
He wondered what he would do with Logan. Ohh, he knew what he would do tonight, and the day after, for the rest of the week. The question was.. what happens after? Should he then end his unlucky life? Or.. keep him indefinitely. Damien had a certain power over minds.
People had committed suicide, killed others, worshiped him, or whatever. He could very well use his brainwashing power to make him a drone that did as ordered. But.. no. Perhaps he would do it slowly, ease the mind into it, until the sap believed that it's what he wanted, to serve the Beast. A lowering of inhibitions there, suppression of conscience here, a bit of euphoria, an implanted sense of want, and a desire here and there to make a master happy.. hmm, it could be done over time.
Of course, that all depended on Damien's mood. He could just as easily kill Logan this very night, in a very horrible way. Lucifer's son was definitely not someone to cross. But when shown respect to, when shown favor.. it could mean the difference between paradise and damnation. He sighed, a smile on his face as he looked up at the dark clouds overhead..