Papa John

Hours after the incident inside that apartment, the same Devil figure could be seen inside an office. There were bookshelves around, an office table, a computer, and everything else inside a common house office.

The Vampire was seating and leisurely reading a book, and just moments later he was interrupted by the sound of a smartphone ringing. He took the phone in his hands as he glanced at the contents of the message. The Devil suddenly rose from his seat and walked outside to take the stairs heading down the building.

One thing different about the Devil is that his past demeanor when dealing with Claude and the rest of the thugs was almost impossible to associate with. He carried an easy-going posture, light steps, and even the beauty displayed by his being was way lesser when compared to that occasion, still he was definitely more handsome than some fashion models.

The definition of a devil; Handsome and powerful. Although... even the devils of this world would find themselves shallow in the face of this one.

Arriving downstairs, a familiar place appeared again. The classic 80's bar, the Gary's Table.

The Devil walked to the counter where the same bartender from this morning was still attending clients, and currently cleaning a few glasses. He looked at the man who came from the floor above the bar and greeted him.

"Good afternoon, Master Nicholas." The bartender's eyes flickered with a red light, imperceptible by most.

"Hello, Jonathan. I'm going out to meet the old-head John. Anything, just text me." The Devil, now named Nicholas walked out of the bar.

Jonathan smiled at the man's departure.

At a luxurious penthouse in New York City's downtown, an old man was seated in a golden throne. Well, it was primarily made of grenadilla wood, a black, dense wood found in Africa. But it also had golden patterns drawn around it. A perspective look could reveal the golden drawing to be a decapitated head leaking blood. It was divided into some intricate patterns, which is why it's hard to identify.

The old man, also known around New York City as Papa John, was the one seating on this throne. Against what most people would expect from a mafia boss, he was too muscular. His bulk couldn't be hidden in his clothes, some would say that he is a bodybuilder. He is 6'7 tall, short black-hair that already showed some signs of grey, and had a big ol' Walrus mustache, definitely Italian.

Papa John was currently almost naked as he relaxed his body in a bathrobe that only covered the sides and the back of his body. The room was filled with dense fog, it also had a pool at the side of Papa John's throne.

Out of nowhere, a voice rang in the room.

"I see you are relaxing yourself quite a bit, isn't it?" This voice was recognized as Nicholas', although not terrifying like when he dealt with Claude. Just a voice.

Papa John looked at Nicholas's figure with one eye closed as he laid his head back and returned to relax moments after.

"Master Nicholas. It's true that I am relaxing right now. Do you need anything else?" Asked Papa John.

"No. I came by to inform you of certain events. I'm waiting for your reaction on the matter." Nicholas said, still looking at the window that overlooked a part of New York, with his back to John.

"Well?" Inquired Papa John.

"Haha..." Nicholas laugher trailed, "The other day I asked you to find that little brat that ruined my experiment. You did, finding an unborn named Claude. I managed to find a way to take him to Gary's Table. He would usually hunt on Wednesdays nights. Yesterday he went there. Claude also found a trio of young women, who was, coincidently being hunted." Nicholas paused.

"Hmm.. Does this second hunt relates to me? I had some of my people run three, last night." Said Papa John, still relaxing with closed eyes.

A grin appeared on Nicholas' face.

"Indeed. Claude met the women with a guy named Anthony Vincent. Now, Anthony was responsible for getting these women drunk and take them to an apartment here close. Which instead of Anthony doing it, it was Claude who completed the objective oblivious to the situation. They bailed and left Claude in the Gary's Table, who later managed to track him down. Meanwhile, Mr Vincent reunited himself with a few other members of a kidnapping group. That group was led by a young genius named Jeremy Rivers." Again, Nicholas paused and the grin remained on his face.

In the middle of Nicholas' words, Papa John's eyes suddenly opened wide. He assumed a straight seating position, looking fully serious at Nicholas.

"Please, Master Nicholas. Keep going." John said.

"Ahh, yes, Claude seemed to overpower the thugs and killed all of them easily. The exception was, of course, Mr Jeremy. Haha.. The kid actually had the willpower and means to deal with a supernatural being. He prepared an explosive, and it could've worked but I arrived just in time. It also looked like he had another agreement, besides the kidnapping, regarding the women. Someone that he would deliver them to. Now, I remember you talking about a youngling that had great potential, you said he would be on your wing and he would go a long way in the organization. I also remember you said that this kid would go on his own for a few days and from there he would gain a branch if he concluded a task." Nicholas looked at John this time.

"Yes, he is my protegee. And yes, he was on his task. Doctor Wendell Vanhoford is the father of Kaitlyn Vanhoford. She was going out to party with some college friends, and Jeremy designed the plan to get her. His task was to get between 300-500k in cash from Wendell and then find his key codes to gain access to Midnight's Hotel special room. From there, he would receive another task." Papa John had a hand on his chin as he thought the situation through.

"I presume he is alive. And something suggests to me that you have a condition to give him back to me." He added.

"No, I don't." Nicholas grinned, as a frown appeared on Papa John's face.

"But.. I do agree on his potential. From now on, he will be under my tutoring as well." Nicholas smiled, leaning his back on the window and looking at John.

"And what would that tutoring mean for the kid?" John asked worried.

"Haha.. I know that you think I will probably create a situation like Orlando, but I won't. That Jeremy kid is really smart, I like him. And you know that the situation regarding Orlando was required to be taken care of. That also taught us a valuable experience." Nicholas answered like a kid being caught doing something nasty and tried to deviate the fault.

Papa John had a forced smile on his face. 'At least he didn't turned the kid.' John thought.

Nicholas was walking toward the door, which made Papa John feel a bit weird. He doesn't need doors.

"Ohh, and I forgot to tell you. I turned Jeremy. Hahaha.." Nicholas laughed as he vanished before touching the door.

Papa John's face twisted as he screamed internally. 'FUUUUUUUCK! I knew he wouldn't leave it hanging. WHY the hell did that fuucking unborn had to attract problem to me?! Urghhhhhh.'