Hey! So this is the first major story I've done since...April? Wow. Okay, so I hope you like it. :] I meant to publish it yesterday, but...didn't. So here it is, a day late. :P
Disclaimer: I do not, nor will I ever, own Big Time Rush.
"Logan!"
The brunette poofed into the grand hall, a puff of dark red smoke appearing with him. He looked at the chair in front of him, where his master sat. "Yes, o Dark Lord?" he said, kneeling as he did so.
The man smiled sadistically. He stood, the red suit he donned being covered by his black cape. "I have a job for you. This is not going to be easy, and you are the only demon I can trust with this task."
Logan stood and nodded. He was used to getting difficult tasks. He worked for the devil himself, Arthur Lucifer Griffin, but he wasn't a demon, per se. He was born a human, and lived a short five years in humanity. But he was dragged down to hell in order to spend all of eternity as a slave. And as much as he longed to return to humanity, he knew that was a bad idea. Griffin had quite a temper, and crossing him typically led to an eternity in hell's fiery depths, the endless torture of being burned alive with no chance of receiving the sweet relief of death. That alone was enough to keep his subjects in line.
Griffin smiled. "I need you to bring all of the good souls in the human world down to me."
Logan was shocked and confused. "But…but I thought only the bad souls were sent here."
"Logan," Griffin started, his smile being replaced by a more serious expression. "I want—no, I need to take over the human world." Logan's mouth fell agape at hearing those words. "And to do that, I need the world to end."
Logan paused to process what he had just learned. "So…you want to cause the apocalypse?"
Griffin nodded, his evil smile returning. "Precisely. And to do that, I need the good in the world," he paused for dramatic effect, "gone."
Logan gulped.
"So," Griffin continued. "can you do it?"
Logan nodded. Reaping was simple. All he really had to do was separate the good souls from the bad. The rest was as easy as a wave of the hand with the powers his demon life came with.
"Good." His master was standing in front of him now. "And I want this done quickly, so no lazing around." Logan nodded. "Alright. Dismissed."
Logan was gone in an instant, leaving behind the same dark red smoke that came with his entrance.
Griffin smirked and returned to his pedastal. As he sat, he smiled at his advisor.
The girl wore a similar smirk. "You know he's going to find out the full plan eventually, right?"
"Of course," Griffin replied. It was common knowledge that the boy was beyond clever, and had a knack of figuring many things out very quickly. "But you're going to make sure he doesn't find out too soon, correct?" His expression was intimidating.
But his advisor was unfazed. "Yes sir."
Griffin nodded. "Good. Now, tell the lower demons to prepare for our new arrivals."
The girl nodded and flashed out, purple smoke left in her place.
Griffin laughed in a stereotypical villian fashion once he was alone.
His plan was just too perfect to fail.