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“I’m a Royal Bastard.”
“Ahhhh, one of his Reapers. I didn’t think you could penetrate my protection walls.”
I looked around the room slowly. “Not a Reaper.”
His dark eyes met mine and he leaned back in his chair watching me carefully. “Then what the hell are you?”
I smirked. “Like you said. I’m human.”
A look of amusement mixed with perplexion crossed his features. “Might as well come in and have a seat, then. When the King of Darkness calls I suppose I should listen.”
The furniture was a mix of dark wood and sleek metal, combining the classic with the contemporary. A large desk loomed in the center of the room, covered in more silver patterns and those same strange symbols.Brass fixtures hung from the ceiling, casting pools of warm light onto a polished wooden floor. The atmosphere was tense, coated in a thick layer of tobacco smoke and incense.
In the corner stood an antique bookshelf and a single, plush armchair sat near it, inviting someone to delve into the secrets contained within the pages. My hands itched to touch the old leatherbound spines. I may not look like much but it didn’t mean I wasn’t well read.I wasn’t going to tell him that though, the less he thought of me, the better.
I stood in the middle of the room, holding my breath as I took it all in. In the recesses of the darkness, he turned to me.
Serge Bastien had an aura of menace that emanated from him like a silent warning. His eyes were cold and timeless, seeming to pierce through the secrets I held in my soul and I wondered if he could see everything.
He dressed in a suit that spoke of both old money and an ancient darkness, and as he moved he seemed to float across the room, his movements unnerved me. The suit clung to him like a second skin, and the dark velvet of the fabric blended in with the shadows surrounding us.
As he spoke, his voice carried an old accent, not one that I recognized. It hinted at the years he’d been alive, probably centuries. He chose his words with precision, and his gaze held a knowing glint that sent shivers down the spine of anybody who dared to meet it, myself included.
As I stood there, before this immortal thing, time seemed to tick away slowly. His all knowing smile was meant to faze me, and I did my best to ignore it.
“What's with all the weird carvings?” I asked, breaking the silence.
He smirked. “Weird?” He took a second to look around the room as if he were noticing it for the first time. “Yeah, I guess it would look strange to someone like you. Strange but full of secrets that are more timeless than you could ever imagine, biker. Don’t you think so?”
I raised a brow knowing what he meant. I was too low on the totem pole for him and he wanted to make sure I knew that. Instead of correcting him, I continued to play dumb. Didn’t want to give away the small amount of cards I held.
“You're not much for small talk, I see.” I commented on him as I continued my walk around the room. Not wanting to be anywhere near him as well as not wanting him to notice that he’d ruffled any of my feathers.
“Small talk has its place. But today, unexpected visitors are more intriguing.”
“Unexpected? You didn't think the Devil would drop by your swanky office?”
Serge leaned back in his chair, looking amused. “I didn't think he'd find me so quickly. Been dodging him for centuries.”
“Dodging the Devil? That's a new one.”
He watched me, tilting his head. “There are places and shadows even the devil can't penetrate, Human. But it seems my luck has run out.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and finally looked at him. “So, what's the story? Why's Lucifer after you?”
He paused, a flicker of seriousness in his eyes. “Immortality has its downsides. The devil wants a soul that's proved elusive. Mine.”
“Must be a hell of a life being on the run this long?”
He nodded, seeming unexpectedly honest. “A life spent looking over my shoulder, always one step ahead. I didn't expect it to catch up to me so soon, especially not today.”
I smirked, now showing my amusement. “Lucky me, stumbling onto this supernaturaldrama.” I emphasized the word dripping with sarcasm. “So, what's the plan now?”
“You tell me,” he opened his hands in a gesture that asked me to proceed, folding them before him.
He didn’t seem to care that the Devil was looking for him, and I was curious to know why. So I figured the only way to get information was to give a little back.
“He wants you dead.”
