Devil in human flesh

I let out a cough as I scowled and looked over what Silas had done.

"Well, Jeter, impressed?" Silas asked with a smirk.

I hate this man, no, devil in human flesh. The suffering of others is what sustains his lifeforce, so naturally, every action he takes is all for the purpose of that. If he gives you a box of chocolates, they're probably laced with poison, but if you think you'd be able to pin that on him, think again. This man was able to weasel his way into a US senate seat, so he not only has power and connections, but the demented mind needed to truly unleash a horrifying weapon upon the world.

Writing, ironically enough, was his original trade, but after he published a very mean-spirited novel with questionable themes, it landed him before a senate panel. I'd like to punch the idiot that decided to do that, because all that led to was Silas jumpstarting his political career and increasing his savings ten-fold. I wouldn't be surprised if he wrote that book solely for the purpose of going viral, but even if that was the case, I'd argue his top reason for writing what I can only describe as a psychopath sadist's wet dream fic, was simply to appease his own twisted desire to witness others suffering, whether they be fictional or real.

"Isn't it a sweet story? Momo meets up with Briana, the two hit it off, and even win every game at the arcade without spending all their money. Why, even games that can't normally be won in a single try are won in just that. Jeter, is that not the kind of content you strive to put out?"

My scowl only intensified, but because now I was conflicted. Silas had an excellent point, which only furthered my frustrations. He was NOT a good man, he was the devil in human skin, meaning the art of conning someone is instinctual to him.

"And how do I know things would continue like this if you took over my world?" I asked.

And then came that trademark devilish smirk of his as he replied, "You don't."

And that's that. I really don't know. Maybe a miracle would occur and he'd gain a conscience, but logically speaking, that had a 0% chance of happening. Not to mention, he had already disparaged my world once, by subjecting Ivy to needless suffering she didn't deserve. And even if this is his attempt at redemption, he still failed the test.

"Silas, tell me why you failed," I firmly glared.

"'Fail'? Oh, aren't you ever hasty, and discriminatory. Why many in the world can be redeemed given a second chance-"

"Cut the bullshit. I'm not going to listen to one of your swindling speeches."

"Then in turn, spit it out. Just saying someone failed without telling only serves to ensure they'll fail again. Unless of course, that's your intent."

"I'm not like you. But fine, I'll forgo giving you the life lesson of self reflection and tell you the answer; it's Briana."

"'Briana'?"

"Yes, you know why I created her, yes?"

Silas briefly scowled as he began to ponder, but with his smirk returning just a few seconds later, it was clear he understood all.

"Jeter, you are cut from the same cloth as me, albeit from the tattered and filthy fringes of it, unlike the clean center like me."

"Are you just hardwired to spew bullshit all the time! Don't think I didn't understand what you were implying! YOU, Silas DeSade are by no means considered by any sane standards, a centrist in ANY field of human life!"

"Oh? And how will you argue that case?"

"ARE YOU REALLY ASKING THAT!? EVERYTHING YOU DO IS INSANE, MEAN-SPIRITED, LEST I FORGET, EVIL!"

"And? Just levying the accusations isn't enough to sway an election, especially coming from a disgruntled and sick wreck like you, who, might I add, does not even reside in my jurisdiction, thus has no right to argue my quality of public service to the greater populace."

"YOU THINK JUST BECAUSE I- UGH!"

My vision began to get hazy as I began to lose my balance. No, not now. NOT NOW! If I lose conciseness here and now, Silas... Silas will have free reign for as long as I'm out!

As my vision continued to fade, I managed to make out one final sight, Silas letting loose the most heinous and sadistic smile, only an inhumane devil could.

"I wonder if you'll able to distinguish Nightmare from reality," he calmly snickered as I hit the floor with a thud.

Silas now had free reign over my world, for as long as I was out. And true to his word, a hellish nightmare was about to befall me as now, all I'd be able to do is watch as Silas did all that he could to force his worldview on my world before I properly regained conciseness. My worst nightmare, was about to unfold before me once more.

...

I went on guard as I found myself face-to-face with the sleezy politician guy.

"Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Silas DeSade, your new ruler."

"Um, the hell does that mean?"

"MOMO! HE'S THE NEW BOSS! DON'T JUST-"

"Oh, I understand. We've met before, and her perception of me is not the greatest. Archibald Arkade, was it?" Silas asked as he turned to the boss.

"Y- Yes sir, that's my name."

"See, I got it right. I do pay close attention to names, faces, people in general. Momo Akasegawa, this is for you."

I nervously accepted the stack of papers Silas handed to me. "What is this?"

"Just read it and find out." 

I directed my eyes down towards the papers, but I wish I didn't. What I saw inked onto the papers made me petrify in terror.  "C- Criminal charges!?"

"That's right! You work at this establishment, yet when you came here with a friend, everything was rigged n your favor. That's most certainly a criminal offense if I ever saw one."

Two large officers, who I recognized as the guards from back at the ZWO suite, suddenly appeared and restrained me, pinning me down face first before bounding my wrists and ankles with zipties.

"No! Momo was innocent! I was the one that rigged everything!" the boss cried.

"Admission of guilt? You're fired and charged as well. In fact, everyone working here down to the custodial staff is to be fired and charged with the crimes." 

"That's insane! You can't do that!"

Managing to lift my head off the ground, I watched as Silas pulled out a pen thing similar to Jeter's. "I can, and just did," he snickered while making the evilest smile I've ever seen anywhere.