Mine. | Mori Calliope X Reader

Part 1: Beginnings, in hell.

The only noise that was heard was the creaking of the door, there she stood, her black cloak flowing gently, on her back lay a scythe, walking sneakily, she finds them, their frail body passed out, on the couch, illuminated only by the soft hue of the television and in their arms lay a siamese cat, sleeping soundly beside them.

Walking closer, she taps her scythe on the ground, suddenly, the lights go out and the noise had awakened them and what they saw petrified them, it was pitch black, the only thing seen was the red glow of her orbs, running her fingers through her hair, she moves closer, menacingly.

"May I end your life?" She says sweetly, making the situation even more unnerving. She walked closer and closer, scythe in hand and the tip of the scythe's blade touches their chest.

"Give me your soul." She says in a darker tone, heavily contrasting the sweet tone from earlier.

They were petrified, palms were sweaty, body trembling and their breathing quickened, their eyes grow wide as the blade was plunged through their body.

Her name was Mori. Or more known as "Death's Apprentice".

My eyes flutter open as you see an endless void of red, it was blistering hot too, I was sweaty all over. I attempt to stand up, my legs shaking. Looking around, there was a pool of lava and a jagged mountain and an ominous-looking shrine, walking toward, whispers start to pile into my head, "Welcome, welcome to Hell."

You wander around the semi-futuristic land of hell, which came as a surprise for you, you fully expected a land that is on fire, with pools of lava and demons. Finding a small alley, you see a sign, "Karaoke night, share your talents, and your drinks.", "The first day in hell and I'm already drinking," You say with a dry chuckle.

Walking around the karaoke/bar, you scan the area, seeing the bright coloured lights, of course, the almost oxygen level common amounts of red and of course, the bar table, lined up with every alcoholic drink a certain drunkle could dream of.

As you head further in, finding yourself a corner of solitude, you see a pink-haired girl walk up to the mic, cheers filling your ears, "I wonder what's so special about Ms Scythe here?" You think to yourself, heading toward the host, you put your name in, with a song.

Looking closer at the person, they felt familiar, but you couldn't quite put a finger on it and crammed it to the back of your head. "Hmm, Ms Pink hair seems familiar, wonder why?" You think to yourself, she was rapping, quite well actually, something about bread or bread beats or something.

But your time was now, your name was called out and you walked over toward the microphone.

Sighing deeply, you start to sing.

"There's a garden where I go
If you meet me there no one will know
In the springtime in the sun
We can be alone without anyone."

Your voice had captivated the crowd, Mori in specific, scanning the area, you notice Scythe Girl staring at you.

"All the butterflies and the birds
Keep our secret no they won't say a word
But they watch us and they know
And they're happy as they see our love grow"

"Who is this guy, he's got a great voice, but he somehow feels familiar, like a person I've stolen their soul from," She thought to herself.

"We'll sit for a while
As I drink in your smile
It feels like a dream that's come true
My head starts to buzz
And my heart fills with love
Over you..."

"Baby, can't you see?
You could be with me
We could live inside a garden of ecstasy
You could be my queen
I could be your dream
Our lives like a fantasy
Maybe set me free?
Let me be your bumblebee"

"Now the flowers are in bloom
And you've chased away my darkness and gloom
When the wind blows through the trees
And your voice is like a song in the breeze"

"My doubts disappear
Every time that you're near
The clouds seem to run from the sky
The thought of your kiss
Sends my soul into bliss
I get high"

"Baby, can't you see?
You could be with me
We could live inside a garden of ecstasy
You could be my queen
I could be your dream
Our lives like a fantasy
Maybe set me free?
Let me be your-"

"Like a serenade
Every word you say
Has me fallin'
More and more in love with you"

"Like a Purdie beat
You are oh so sweet
Every day is sunny, tastes like honey
Feel so alive take me back to the hive"

"Baby, can't you see?
You could be with me
We could live inside a garden of ecstasy
You could be my queen
I could be your dream
Our lives like a fantasy
Maybe set me free?
Let me be your bumblebee"

You finish the song and awkwardly shuffle off to the same spot you had found, crowd cheering.

You scan around the area as someone comes into your view, it was our resident scythe wielder, maybe she had taken an interest to you after your song, but most likely she was just intoxicated and fumbling around, the only action majority of the party-goers were able to do, but to your surprise, the scent of alcohol was surprisingly missing.

Taking a closer look at her, you began to notice the small intricacies of her face, her mesmerising red orbs and her lustrous pink hair. You didn't know what made you gravitate to her, was it her looks? Her rapping skills? No. It was a mysterious feeling of familiarity. Something had happened, and it involved her.

She walks up to you saying, "That was great, vocals on point, you new to this hell thing?"

"Yeah, you?" You ask, "Not really, drinks?" she replied, and that was all you remembered from that night.