Hell's Game - Bang Chan X Reader (Fantasy AU)

- Chapter Eighteen -

When light returned to the Criminal Justice Quarters, you were waiting before Satan's office. There you stood, a pillar of self-forged justice, ready to raise hell upon the person who thought he was in charge of it.

Getting close to his office doors you could already feel that they were already were heavily warded, he had come prepared, and expecting a fight. But so had you. Your power thrummed in your veins, skin heating as your magic surged, thrashing inside you, begging to be released, to sink into Satan's skin and enact violence upon him in ways he couldn't begin to imagine.

One of your guns was resting comfortingly in one of your hands, your other hand coming to rest against the door in front of you. You took a second to look into the wards, spent a few valuable seconds understanding what different spells he had weaved deep into this door. Then you let a sliver of your power seep forward, your palm warming as it met those wards, and slowly you started to unravel them. The wards were intricate, and powerful, but it was obvious that it was done in a rush, and as such, you were able to find the small faults, unweaving those wards and ebbing away the power until the only thing you had to do to open the door was push it.

Before you did, you allowed yourself to take a deep breath, went searching into the deepest parts of yourself to dreg up any lingering bits of power. You had no more time to waste. You grabbed your other gun with your free hand, both of them raised straight out in front of you. Then with a powerful kick, you busted open the office doors and started shooting.

Satan was awaiting your attack, violent eyes gleaming when you entered. He was standing behind his desk, in direct line of all of your shots. But none of your bullets had slammed home. No, they had all stopped about and inch away from his body, suspended in air, the only sign of Satan's influence was his partially raised hand. With a flick of his finger, they dropped to the ground. And with another swish of his hand, the doors slammed closed.

"How nice to finally see you again," Satan said, smiling widely, looking all too friendly. You hadn't seen Satan in years, not since you were a child, but he looked exactly the same.

His skin was pitch black, his expensive pin-striped suit perfectly tailored to fit him. His shiny hair was paper white, the ends of it falling in his eyes, black horns bursting from his head, curling behind him menacingly. But he looked as he always did - despite the dark appearance. He looked friendly.

To you he had always been the friendliest, though you were not going to let yourself fall into that trap for even a second. His smile might have been comforting, but his eyes were menacing. Outwardly, he didn't look a day over thirty, but those red eyes of his were ancient, and borne of pure evil. There was no mistaking Satan as the leader of Hell.

"I will admit, I hadn't been expecting this to be how we met again. I always thought we'd be working together one day. I've been working beside your family for years, so I must say it was certainly a surprise to hear you'd suddenly turned against me. From the way your parents act, it really was unexpected to find out how you feel about me and my Princes." Satan chatted playfully, his voice lilting. Like Mammon, it seemed he found serious situations relaxing, and his demeanour suggested he wasn't talking with someone who very much intended to murder him.

You decided that after Mammon, you were sick of the way these demon's spoke. You pulled the trigger on your gun again, the bullet whizzing past Satan's head. "I'm not here to talk." You said flatly.

Satan sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Have it your way." Between one second and the next, a flaming ball of fire was leaping out of his hands and streaking towards you. You spun out of it's path before it had the chance to bury itself in your chest. You answered with a couple more gunshots, but Satan simply waved his hands and let the bullets whizz right past him.