#demon patton

I’ve done angel patton before,,, but i present to you: pride! demon patton

he’s a fallen angel that has become the personification of the sin pride. he has mouths all over his wings so everyone can hear his ‘beautiful’ voice and opinions (which are always correct by the way).

Summary:

“Why, it’s no problem. See you soon, Darlene.”

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“Wow! I can’t believe you did that! Thank you so much!”

“No need to thank me. I do it under the name of god.”

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“You’re a literal angel.”

“So are you. Don’t forget the bag, Lucy.”

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“How can I thank you?”

Patton smiles and walks up to the man and places a hand on his cheek. He keeps his smile as his own eyes turn red and watches as the man’s mouth opens in a silent scream. He opens the small jar and can feel a part of their soul heat up the jar, shutting it and stands back. He watches as the man looks in confusion but shakes their head.

“Just do as you promised and all is well. I hope to see you again, Frank.”

“You as well, Hart.”

Patton hums as he puts away the jar after labeling it, seeing the many half souls he had in his sack. Just ten more years, and he would get his full. He’s met his quota of the day and before he can get ready to disappear, he feels a gust of wind and knew who it was.

“Love, here to lecture me?”

“Why bother?” Logan glares at him, fixing his suit and hides his wings, “And do not call me that. You’ve lost the right to such title after you fell.”

“I was curious, angel. Can you blame me?” Patton pouts and turns to Logan, closing his sack, “So, why are you here then?”

“It disgusts me to say this, but...I-I...” Logan growls and grits his teeth, not wanting to say it and his glare hardens on Patton.

“You need what?” Patton tilts his head and giggles, “I can’t hear you well, speak up.”

“Don’t patronize me,” Logan snaps at him, “I need your fucking help.”

“Tell me and I may agree.”

“Raising a certain...abomination. Two to be exact. They’re twin brothers, dropped in an orphanage. They can’t be raised by mere humans.”

“Why is that?”

“They’re both half angel and demon.”

Now that piqued Patton’s interest. They were never heard of, and if Lucifer or God was to know, those children would be dead. There is no way they don’t know.

“I know what you’re thinking, but they don’t know. They’ve been kept in secrecy, they have a protective spell over them casted by a witch. I know the witch, and they’re willing to help raise the kids and keep the secret. You and I will pretend to be lovers who want to adopt them.”

“Why me? Why not Dee? He’s an angel, isn’t he?” Patton raises an eyebrow.

“He’s undercover as a nanny there,” Logan says and shakes his head, “He’s keeping a close eye on them. As of now, they’re one year of age. The father, an angel, told me about them just a week ago. So, are you willing to do it or not?”

“What do I gain out of this?”

Logan groans and rubs his face, snapping his fingers and soon they were in a big house in secrecy and he looks at Patton.

“I’ll let you keep the souls of those you’ve gathered today in a secret room here,” Logan offers, “I won’t stop you from collecting them.”

Patton hums and looks around the house and nods slowly, sticking out his hands. He smiles as Logan shakes it and he snaps his fingers so they were wearing more friendly, loving, fatherly attire.

Hope this is okay, anon. 😄