Chapter 32: Devil's Advocate

B/N: Sorry for the hiatus. Been busy with first semester exams in high school. Anyway I'm going to try catch up on chapters. Enjoy!

With the recent events that went down in Arcadia Bay, the Prescotts took a lot of the heat. Since Sean Prescott is the most powerful and richest man in Arcadia Bay, he got some of the charges dropped on Nathan and the Prescott family. However, the thing Sean Prescott doesn't know is that there is a threat to his power. The threat is not just something that can take his power away over the town, it's a threat to everything he had worked for.

One of The Cult's goals was to have Sean Prescott lose his power. Now though, they realize that they gain his power and have him on their side. Zeitdämon knows all of the people who are after the Prescotts. The Amber family and the rest of people who are part of Arcadia Bay politics. If Zeitdämon eliminated them all, he could get Prescott on his side. With Prescott on his side, that means his mission gets more funding. It will also give him the opportunity to take over Arcadia Bay entirely.

Taking over Arcadia Bay is just another step closer to getting rid of Max, Chloe, and Rachel. With Arcadia around, she'll train the three of them. When they're fully trained, they can and will put a stop to Zeitdämon's goal. However, there is always the bigger truck that destroys the road block. A plan was being formed, a plan to stop Max, Chloe, and Rachel. One of the targets for their plan to work is Ryan and Vanessa Caulfield. They would be coming home from Hawaii, coming home to a corrupted Arcadia Bay.

Arcadia Bay, Prescott Estate

January 2nd, 2014, 5 PM

Sean Prescott

The whole Nathan and Jefferson scandal is still affecting the Prescotts. Basically everyday people were breathing down Sean Prescott's neck about the issue. Everytime he went out in public, people would obscenities at him or he would be swarmed by the press about the scandal. He's been having his lawyers working non stop to fix the situation. When Jefferson escaped the prison bus, his trial was postponed until he was found again. Sean Prescott funded the search for him and the other prisoners. Unfortunately, Jefferson was never found and believed to flee the country.

On this day, Sean Prescott was trying to get the search to continue. However, there was nothing the feds could do. The FBI got involved and they couldn't even find the escapees. Sean didn't give up there though, he hired a private detective. The private detective got a few leads. The few leads led to a big one. After the private detective got that lead, he just disappeared.

"Where the hell is he. I hired him for a reason! He hasn't responded to any of my messages in three days. If he just ran off with the money I paid him I will find him and sue him!" Sean shouted into his phone. Sean never likes it when he pays someone to do something and they just run off. If that happened to anyone else it would more then likely be the same way.

"Mr. Prescott we don't know where he went. The same happened to us. He told us about the lead and then he never contacted us again. We are sorry this happened and we're getting to the bottom of it." The person on the line replied with a nervous tone. This person knew if they couldn't find the missing detective, their business will be brought down by the Prescotts.

"I don't want apologies I want answers!" Sean slammed his fist down his desk causing everything on the desk to shake slightly. "I'm already trying to deal with this bullshit with Jefferson and I need him back in jail so the trial can begin. This scandal must be dropped so that Pan Estates can continue being built! Now, if you don't find out what happened to Mr. Jones your best detective, I will shut your business down! I'm not only the most richest and powerful in Arcadia Bay, I'm one of the most richest and powerful in the state and country. Do I make myself clear?!"

"Um.. Y-yes Mr. Prescott." The person on the line stuttered out of nerves. Anyone on the receiving end of Sean Prescott's bad side would be nervous.

"Good. Now go on and find him!" Sean hung up the phone with a shout. He put his phone on his desk and sat down in his chair.

I need to blow off this scandal. It's hard to when the man who fucked you over is free from prison and your son in a mental hospital. I know I signed the form to allow the building of that bunker underneath the old barn so Jefferson could take his pictures and I would get half of the profits he makes from them. I had no clue he would do something like he did.

*knock* *knock*

Two knocks from the door that leads into his office broke Sean out of his thoughts.

"You can come in." Sean replied to the knocker. The person who knocked opened the door to peak in.

"I'm sorry to disturb you sir." A butler opened the door and apologized for disturbing Sean.

"Don't worry Oscar, you have never disturbed me." Sean said. Oscar is one of the very few people who are always on Sean's good side. Oscar is the Prescott butler but he's very respected in the family, he's basically a part of it. Oscar had a british accent. He did come from the UK.

"There is a man here that would like to speak to you. He says he knows something about Mr. Jones. The detective that disappeared out of nowhere. Should I send him in?" Oscar asked.

"Yes of course. Send him in here immediately." Sean answered.

This man better give me some damn answers.

After a couple minutes, the guest walked into the office. He looked like he was in his mid to late forties. He had black hair that was shorter in the front and longer in the back. There were only a few grey hairs in his hair. He had brown eyes and thin black eye brows. His had a long nose that curved down in the middle. He had a stubbie beard that looked like it was shaven recently. He was wearing a nice black sports jacket with a navy blue polo shirt under it which was tucked into his pants. The man was wearing black dress pants that had no wrinkles in sight. Finally, he was wearing black shoes.

"I am Sean Prescott which you more then likely already knew." Sean got up from his seat to shake the man's hand.

"*chuckle* Yes I already did know that but it's finally a pleasure to meet you in person. I'm Edgar Roskam." Edgar introduced himself with a chuckle. When Sean sat back down his chair, Edgar looked at him and signaled if he could sit down in one of the chairs in front of Sean's desk. Sean nodded and Edgar than sat down.

"So what brings you here? Also, would you like something to drink?" Sean asked politely.

"Yes please. Do you have brandy?" Edgar replied.

"Oscar, could you kindly please bring this man a brandy. Could you also please bring me a whiskey!" Sean shouted out to Oscar.

"They'll be right with you." Oscar responded.

"Back to why I'm here. I heard about your situation with the missing private detective. I may know what happened to him." Edgar went back to the main topic.

"Please, go ahead." Sean encouraged him to explain.

"You know how Mark Jefferson escaped that prison bus, correct?" Edgar asked.

"Yes I do. That's the reason why I hired the private detective. The police couldn't find him and the FBI couldn't even find him." Sean tapped his fingers on his desk.

"Thank you." Edgar thanked Oscar when he was handed the brandy. "Back to the point. There has been a group or gang of people that have been rising all over America. It's some sort of cult or something. Jefferson is supposedly a part of that cult and is one of the main leaders. They praise the demon entity and they'll do anything for it. The point is, your private detective got a little too close to that cult and that's how he disappeared."

"*laughing* Not to disrespect you but a damn cult? Cults are not that dangerous anymore as they were back in the day? Jefferson a part of that cult too? He's more then likely in Canada, Mexico, or some other country." Sean laughed at Edgar's explanation as he took a drink of his whiskey.

Does this man think I'm stupid or gullible? A damn demon entity and a damn cult? Where the hell does he even think about this stuff.

"You don't think I'm serious, do you?" Edgar's tone became slightly angry.

"If you were in my position and you heard that, would you believe it? *laugh* A damn cult and a demon entity, that's your information." Sean continued laughing.

"He was getting too close to discovering and exposing the cult. The leader is very powerful and dangerous. If anyone posed a threat to the lor... leader's plans, he would have the intruder be eliminated." Edgar's tone became even more impatient and angry.

"Who's the leader then? *laugh* Who's their leader, Pazuzu?" Sean laughed and mocked Edgar's explanation. Little did he know, he was making a grave mistake mocking Edgar.

"I am their leader." Zeitdämon announced behind Sean. He entered the office through the wall behind Sean's desk. Sean turned around to see Zeitdämon.

"Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you?" Sean questioned in a startled tone.

"I am Zeitdämon, which means Time Demon in German if you were curious. I have been watching you Sean Prescott and I must say, I am disappointed that you didn't know who I am." Zeitdämon introduced himself to Sean.

"What do you want from me?" Sean asked.

"Let's go on a walk and I'll explain." Zeitdämon said.

Walking through Prescott Estates was never something new for Sean, he see's it about everyday. However, walking through his home with a entity is something entirely new to him. He has the place to himself for a few days because his wife went out to go visit their daughter in the Peace Corps and Nathan was still in a mental hospital. Sean couldn't imagine what would happen if his wife saw the entity that is in the house.

These son of a bitches think they can just walk into my house and tell me what to do. I'll sue them all for that.

"So Sean Prescott, what do you want to know?" Zeitdämon asked.

"I want to know what the hell are you doing here and what are you?" Sean responded with aggression in his voice.

"Well Sean Prescott, you should know who I am. You're family is the reason why I exist." Zeitdämon hinted.

"*sigh* So it is true. I knew stuff in this town gets weird but I didn't believe that my grandfather aided the Nazis in some science experiment about time travel. That means you're the entity they talked about in their notes." Sean revealed his knowledge on his family's past.

"You're exactly right." Zeitdämon smiled, displaying his sharp teeth. His smile went all the way to the outer tips of his glowing red eyes. His pupil's though were pitch black. His smile sent a chill down Sean's spine.

"How are you even here? Their notes said the experiments failed and failed along with it." Sean questioned. They entered the family room of the massive home. There was a fireplace that was already lit because it was an electronic one. Above the mantel was a mounted a 110 inch flat screen TV.

"Here take a seat." Zeitdämon pointed at the couch. Sean then sat down on the couch. Zeitdämon didn't have to sit down because he could just float around. A few more cult menials entered the room. One of them had bag which had dark red stains on it.

"Hey! I didn't say more of you could come in." Sean stood up and shouted.

"Calm down, they're not harming anyone or breaking anything. Let them stay." Zeitdämon acted calm.

"I don't care! Get them out!" Sean basically hollered. "Oscar. Please escort these men out of the house!"

"Yes sir. All of you gentlemen could you please follow me." Oscar said politely.

"No." Zeitdämon's voice became deeper and more sinister. It caused Oscar to jump but Sean didn't even flinch.

"What was that? I don't care if you were created with the help of my grandfather. Just get the hell out of my house!" Sean hollered pointing towards the exit of the house.

"I said NO!" Zeitdämon screamed. The door that leads out to the lobby of the house closed shut by itself.

"What the fuck?! Open that door right now!" Sean got up and ran to the door to try open it.

What the fuck is going on? I need to get out of this house!

"You leaving is not an option I'm afraid. Come and sit back down." Zeitdämon closed his eyes. Sean began to float above the ground and towards the couch. There was a red hue coming off of him as he was floating towards the couch. He then was placed onto the couch.

"Let us go!" Oscar shouted as pulled out a loaded a 38 from his pocket. Oscar wasn't only the butler of the house, he was also a security guard for the house. He used to be in the military. When he came back to America from his last tour, he had nowhere to go. Oscar knew Sean since they were in second grade, so Oscar reached out to Sean for help. Long story short, Oscar became a butler and security guard for the Prescotts.

"Now now. Is this really all necessary?" Zeitdämon asked getting annoyed. "Put the gun away now!"

"No, not until you leave this place." Oscar threatened Zeitdämon.

"Fine, we'll do it your way." Zeitdämon lunged towards Oscar. He shot at Zeitdämon but the bullets did not affect him. When Zeitdämon made contact with Oscar, Oscar was thrown across the room and hit the wall. He was immediately knocked unconscious when he made contact with the wall.

"What the hell? Oscar!" Sean shouted.

"Now can you remain calm. You know if it hadn't gone this way there wouldn't have been no violence." Zeitdämon smirked. "Now are you ready to listen?"

"If I do will you leave me alone?" Sean questioned. Zeitdämon nodded as a response.

I have no clue what the hell is going on. I know this town can get weird but this is beyond weird, it's strange or supernatural. Maybe I could get power from this. Power back from the town.

"As you already figured out, I am the experiment your grandfather funded. Now how am I back? You can thank Max Caulfield and Chloe Price. I know you know who those two are. Your son Nathan shot Chloe in a bathroom and survived. Those two are the reason why you lost your power you had over the town. It wasn't because of Jefferson or Nathan, it was because of them. How did I get here because of them? This part is going to sound unbelievable, but it is true. Max has time powers and created a whole new reality where everything was fixed and perfect, this reality. There was only one crack left behind and that crack is how I got here. When the experiment failed, I was thrown into the between space and time. Then when they traveled through time together, they created one crack in space and time like I said. Normally, there is supposed to be more then one crack but this time there was only one. I was lucky enough to be able to get through that crack." Zeitdämon explained.

"How am I supposed to believe you?" Sean showed his skepticism towards the explanation.

"You will believe over time if you join me. I know you want power and I know you lost a lot of power. If you join me, you could have so much more. You can completely take control over this town and eliminate all of those who appose you. You'll become the mayor of this town. When you're in power, you can help me then. When you help me you'll get so much more power. You can become one of the leaders of my cult. All of this is possible if you accept my offer." Zeitdämon tempted Sean with an offer.

Power. I do want power so bad and I did lose a lot of my power over this town.

"How would I help you?" Sean asked.

"You will help by funding the project, by funding us." Zeitdämon replied. "I know you also want to know what happened to Jefferson and your private detective, I can answer both. Mark Jefferson is one of the leaders of my cult. He's the original member of it. I know you want him to be tried but don't go for it. If you join me, this whole scandal you're stuck in will be dropped and forgotten. Now for your private detective. Larry! Bring the bag over to the coffee table and open it!"

WARNING: GRAPHIC CONTENT

There will be a message like this when it's done

A man that was standing by one of the sides of the room came to the middle where Sean Zeitdämon were talking. When the bag was brought into the light, the dark red stains on the bag stood out more clearly. Those stains were blood stains. From what though? The man placed the bag on the coffee table and opened it revealing what was inside of it.

"Oh my god.*cough*" Sean coughed in disgust.

On the table lied the head, the head of the private detective. His eyes were cut out with slashes still around the sockets. The blood on the head was all dried up but still it didn't help the smell, the smell of death. A smile was cut into the detectives face that went all the two earlobes. On his forehead was pentagram, cut into his skin. The thing that stood out of the most about the pentagram was there was a clock behind it.

"Your private detective got a little too close to finding too much information about us. We had to kill him. The reason why we're showing you this head is because this is what we do to all those who are a risk to our project. That means if you join us, all of those who appose you will be eliminated. Like James and Rose Amber, you know that those two are the ones who are out to get you the most. With them gone, nothing will stand in your way." Zeitdämon picked up the head and put it close to Sean's face. The smell of death once again filled Sean's nostrils. Zeitdämon then pulled it away.

"I have contacts that would kill for me. If I accept your offer, you will have so much more as well. Are you being honest with me about the whole offer." Sean was concerned that he may get screwed over in this deal.

My main worry is that they'll screw me over. They might be smart enough to know if they do that, I can screw them over worse then they did to me.

"Yes, of course I am being honest." Zeitdämon smiled again, showing his sharp teeth. He signaled for the head to put back into the bag. The man who placed it on the coffee table came to pick it back of and put it back in the bag. Even thought he head was gone now, the smell of death still reeked in the room.

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"I accept your offer." Sean accepted Zeitdämon's offer.

"Good, very good. We have much work to be done." Zeitdämon was pleased that Sean accepted the offer.

"The first priority is get back control over the police in this town. Ever since the damn scandal started, I lost control over the police in this town." Sean said.

"Good idea. I'll have some of my menials help you with that." Zeitdämon agreed with Sean's idea.

This begins the chaos. Begins the chaos that will engulf Arcadia Bay and the whole world. Just one small arrangement will change the fate of the future.

DARK TIMES ARE COMING!

A/N: I'm going to apologize again for the hiatus. High school exams for first semester were beating me like a dead horse so I had to focus on that. About the chapter. This chapter as well is a set up chapter.

Also, I know my writing is not the best. This is my first story I'm ever uploading to the internet for everyone to see. I'd really appreciate if you guys leave comments on what I could improve, anything will help. I want to improve as a writer so my stories can be more enjoyable. I also appreciate all of you who keep returning to read new chapters. It makes me happy to see that people are enjoying what I have to offer. Basically, I just want to thank you all for staying tuned with the story 3

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