Cruor (JTHM x Reader)

IXI D E A T H IXI

Your POV
I can't feel anything. Wait, what just happened? I was too scared to open my eyes, it's just so strange. Eventually, I'll have to, so why not now. I now peek through the small space between my eyelids to see, a gate? Oh hell am I dead. F U C K.
NONONONONONONO.
oh wait, I forgot I was depressed, heh.
I walk to the gate, where there was a odd looking bloke standing behind a lecture. "oh fuck who are you" i ask subtly.
"That is none of the matter, (y/n)." The person said.
"h-HOLY FACK WHY DO YEE KNOW MAH NAME?!?!!?"
They sigh and explain to me that I am in heaven right now, which, doesn't makes sense. " uh yee that's cool n all but why? My life literally fucking sucked and i did not do all very 'sinless' things."
"In the end some things never really mattered, the value of sins are debatable."
"oh."
They showed me to the area where there were a bunch of people sitting in chairs in a circle, not doing anything. "Uh-"
Before I could say anything they interrupted me, "They are content. In heaven you can have whatever you want but once you have it all you eventually go into a calm state for they achieved true bliss."
  "Yeahh, okay that's cool but where is God? Or whatever, i thought he would be up here being the 'holy Lord he is'."
They sighed again and led me to this large man in a futuristic chair.
  Shit, is that God? He looks awful. "God damn man, not what I imagined."
He side eyed me and scoffed, "I made the whole universe, you should be grateful."
  I laughed and looked back at the guide-person, "hey if there's heaven is there hell?"
They nodded and I felt myself plummet downward, where I now stood in a city-type place. So this must be Hell. It looked normal despite the red skies and dark color tones. I kept walking until I ran into this one tall guy with goat horns, he kinda looked like an alien haha.
"Bahaha are you Satan?"
He nodded and said, "And you must be (Y/N), I prefer to be called Señor Diablo."
  "Okay, and this is hell, right"
"Yep."
"Kinda normal looking dontcha think"
"Well, life is already hell according to majority of humans, so why not make them repeat it."
"Ye, it did suck. Uh, how did I die?"
"You don't remember? By what I recall, you were stabbed in the jugular and bled out."
I thought back to when I was with Nny, and the whole memory flooded into my brain.
"Oh yea, now I do."
"You weren't supposed to die, not yet at least. Your friend, Johnny, is more important than you think. But his power can go overboard, but we allow it only because he is saving the rest of humanity."
"Oh how does he do that?"
"He has to cover a wall with blood, it is a gateway, something of far more evil than me, and I'm fucking Lucifer! But if he lets that wall dry it will kill all of us."
"Hmm, well thats, something."
"He only killed you out of defense, and I'm tempted to give you another chance."
I lick my teeth ironically and go, "alrighty"
"Goodbye, (Y/N), until next time."
"Adios, Señor Diablo."

  3rd Person POV
(Y/N)'s eyes shot open, bloodshot. It was a couple of minutes until they moved their body, it took a bit for the blood to start flowing again in their body after being inactive for so long. They shot up, sitting straight up, holding their head. It hurt, due to iron deficiency and whatever the hell it is when you sit up too fast. To be honest, their whole body hurt. They looked at their arms, and then stumbling into the bathroom, observing their features.
  The color was slowly coming back into their skin, but still staying rather pale. On other notes, their veins could be seen all around their eyes, and any other pressure point. They looked, dead. And they were. For two weeks. Two weeks, their body sat there on a torn-up couch, decaying slowly.
   
       Nny's POV
I was tearing a person from their limbs in the basement, listening to his screams echo throughout the chasm. Once that guy was dead, I heard shuffling around on the floorboards about. OH SHIT WAS IT THAT FIDDLER I SAW AT THE STORE. HUGHHHHH HE MUST'VE FOLLOWED ME HOME.
  I quickly scitter up the stairs, only to see the body gone from the sofa and the bathroom door open. DAMMIT THE FLIDDLER MUST'VE STOLEN (Y/N)'S CARCASS. I go to close the bathroom door only to see a pale figure stumble backwards. what. It was (Y/N)?
  "GAH, THE FIDDLER MAN IS WEARING Y/N'S BODY AS A SKIN SUIT!!!" I yell.
I throw a can that I found on the floor at it, hearing it utter, "eughh" as it fell into the tub of body parts.
  I grab my knife and approach the now-unconscious Y/N poser. It surely looks like Y/N. 'Alien magic' I mutter to myself. It gains consciousness again and screamed at being at knife-point. "HOLY SHIT NNY, IT'S Y/N GODDAM!!!" It screams. Okay, it knows my nickname, it must be them.
"Oh, hallo, long time no see, heheh." I say.
"Yeah, after you KILLED ME." They scoffed back.
They try struggling out of the body tub as arms and legs fall around them, I reach out my hand, but they just look at me and pulled themselves up by the wall. "How rude, I even killed you and cleaned the wound."
 
Blegh. Eheheheh. I got me electric guitar today. It's so fucking weird listening to Gorillaz and writing this. "Y/N fucking died." My music: DONT STOP GET IT GET IT. fack.