Him.. (Val x Reader/oc)

Chapter 1: Who?🚬

A/N: Italics/underline = babycakes
Bold/plain= Val
Plain*= side character

The rain fell making small puddles on the cement in front of me, drenching my clothes and slightly burning my skin. "I hate it here." I thought to myself, cars passed by and I just sat there and watched. How long had I been there? On this curb? In this..place? I couldn't tell you, long enough to know that when someone sees you sitting on the curb in the pouring acid rain, no one takes a second glance. More cars passed as the thunder boomed, at this point I made it a game of sorts, I would choose a color, or a car brand, or a style, and then I would write a tally mark for each of those cars I saw. Example: today is red cars, and so far I had 69 tally marks. "Blue... green..." I watched as they passed. "Red!" I tallied just as a large red limo sped by, splashing in a giant puddle, drenching me in the liquid, loud music blaring through the speakers, and bright disco lights coming from the inside. I rolled my eyes, although I know that this is hell, people should still have some more respect for others. "Oh fuck me..." I said under my breath, grabbing at my, now soaked, shirt. That's when I noticed, the red limo had circled back and was pulling around the corner once more. "Oh thats just great." The limo parked In front of me, and rolled the window down, the loud music now becoming nearly deafening. "Well, Well, well..." the demon inside the car said in a raspy voice, I couldn't really tell what he looked like, seeing as it was dark and the disco lights inside had now been shut off, "What have we here~?" His voice had a southern twang too it, Cajun. I took an educated guess, and assumed he was from somewhere down in Louisiana. "Oh baby, now why are you sittin' on the pavement, in the middle of a rain storm?" He pulled down the red glasses he was wearing, and looked at me, waiting for my response. "I-Um.." I began, only to be interrupted by the demon. "Ah..Vox, VOX.." he shouted, which startled me a little. "WOULD YOU TURN THAT DAMN FUCKIN' MUSIC DOWN? I can hardly hear myself t'ank" he shouted, his low raspy voice sending slight shivers down my spine. "I'm sorry baby, what was you sayin'?" He said "I-I um...I guess because I don't know where I am...and I have no where to go from here. W-where am I?" I asked, it was only partially true. I knew I was in hell, I knew I was...deceased, but I didn't know where I was. "Oh...oh I am sorry to hear dat baby, I know, I um..Listen, you in hell....yes. You in hell, there ain't no gettin' outta dat now. Y'all are dead." Dead. I had never used that word to describe myself before, I mean, I knew that I was, but...it seems so harsh to use now. "D-dead? Right..." he chuckled, "But luckily, I have the way to...perfectly help you" "is that so?" I said in response. Again, he chuckled, "yes, but first things first, why don't y'all come on in out da rain?" I hesitated, not moving from my spot on the curb, but eyeing the strange man in the car, what exactly did he want with me? "....here" he said, opening the door allowing me to see what was happening inside. "And why should I?" I asked. "Sweet cakes, you're in hell, ezacly how much worse you think it's gon' be in here than it is out der?" He had a point I suppose, but I still didn't trust him, I stood up, grabbing the small bag I had next to me, and began slowly walking toward the open door. "Hmmm...dats what I thought, c'mon inside." He said, making me regret the decision slightly. I climbed into the limo, the man shutting the door behind me, inside was a magenta seats and flooring, the walls and ceiling were the same color. Bright purple LED lights illuminated the inside, all the windows were tinted and normal, except the one in the back, which was shaped like a giant heart. The demon in front of me was tall, and appeared to be some kind of moth creature, he had pale purple-grey skin, and was dressed like some kind of pimp. Next to him was a tv guy, with a cracked screen and an error message over where I assume his mouth would be, he was dressed nice. Finally, on the left of the moth was a slightly shorter, yet still tall, spider he had a fake smile plastered on his face and one of the moths arms around his shoulders. I took a seat across from them all, and sat in the silence for a moment before the moth interrupted and said "There...ain't that much more..comfor-table for you child? At least that damn rain ain't burnin' your flesh off." He let out a loud smokers laugh before continuing "yes, I'm sorry, the weather down here can be somewhat temperamental." He smiled at me, a big sharp grin, he had pointy gold teeth except one which was normal. "Yea...um..who are you? And who are they?" I asked, hoping for an actual answer. "Oh! This here? Well, this here is vox, he been a bit of a baaaad boy lately, so he don't talk. I hope you forgive him." Vox shifted uncomfortably, looking embarrassed. "Ain't that right vox?" Vox muttered something under his breath, I couldn't hear what he said, but it couldn't have been something this moth wanted to hear. "I'm sorry what was that?" *"Y..yes sir, mr.Valentino"* vox said, sounding nervous and defeated. "Good, y'all remember what daddy told you.." Valentino responded, in a deep demonic voice that made me terrified to speak. "And this," he continued in his normal voice "oh...dis here? Dis my baby, dis here my world, dis here my everythang, this here is Angeeeelllll duuuusssT." He said. I liked how he carried out the words, it was charming. "A-Angel dust? Like the porn star?" "Well, that's what I wanted to talk to you about sweet cakes, you see, what did you do when you was um..alive?" He asked me. That's a good question. What did I do?