QUIRKY! Vol. 2 (MHAxReader)

S4 Part 33 - Put A Spell On You

Downstairs had evolved into the perfect underworld playground.

Not much had changed minus the furniture in the middle of the room. The grand hall looked like a ballroom. The ceiling seemed taller as well. Heller, or whoever was in charge of aesthetics, made sure to dim the lights and give everything a Dracula's mansion - with a hint of modern - look.

One area in particular made you cringe. Heller had set up an actual throne against a back wall. It went with the rest of the minimal decorations. It was a solid black, Queen Tiffany, chair. The design wasn't a complete eyesore but you knew you would still felt ridiculous sitting there.

"Like it?" Heller came up behind you. His hand felt the area of your exposed back and you shivered.

"You really have a thing for theatrics..." you said.

"So, you don't like it?"

"Everything is nice?" You shrugged, "I'm just not convinced there won't be blood served in cocktail glasses."

Heller snickered, "Are you offering?"

"Gross."

He clicked his tongue and came around to face your front. You had to crane your neck to look up at this giant. Heller was back in his usual, all-black, tinted purple, jacket and pants.

"You're on edge, love," He said.

"You think!" you snapped, "Sorry..."

"It doesn't have to be tonight you know."

"I feel like it does," you said, "If we wait any longer I don't know what Yuma will do next. Your cult is falling apart."

"It's ours."

You looked up at him, "Hm? Oh. Right. Heller, I..."

He kept his intent gaze on you, even when you were both interrupted by Asahi freaking out over people arriving. The orange-haired man stumbled into Heller's side.

"Bro - what do we even do? What if it's like a gang war tonight?" He said, "How do we know Butcher isn't pissed with us, huh?"

"The man can hardly think," Heller's voice turned grave, "Let alone worry about a petty fight between his followers. We'll deal with what comes and let the old man rest."

Asahi calmed a little, "Did you talk to him?"

You were curious too and waited for Heller to respond. He licked his bottom lip, "Yeah. He's fading faster than before."

He sounded sad? It fascinated you, seeing him show a human emotion and caring about the man he wanted you to kill. Butcher must have been worse off than you thought.

Heller spoke to you again, "You okay talking to daddy before the fun? He wanted a private audience with you."

The word "fun" just made your stomach tighten. You nodded, secretly wanting a moment with your dad alone, anyway.

"I know my plan for a relaxing afternoon got ruined by grandma dearest," Heller said, "But let's get those spirits back up, yeah? Can I tempt you with a drink?"

Probably shouldn't...

"Please," you said. Who were you kidding. Bring on the liquid courage.