Don't Play with Wires {Vox x Reader}

Enter, a New Player

The day you fell into Hell was the day of the Cleansing, an extermination of sinners.

Your first thought as you opened your eyes, was why there was screaming everywhere? You knew you were dead, there was no question about that. You could recall every single slice to your neck as your killer slit it open before fully beheading you. Was it deserved? Yes. You had done plenty of terrible things, and honestly you could imagine worse ways to die, so a slow beheading wasn't as terrible as it sounded.

Now came the question, who was screaming? It obviously wasn't you, you didn't even scream as you were dying and the room you had died in was full of clapping spectators, so how did clapping equate to screaming?

You soon get your answer as you stand from the ground you had been laying on and walk to the edge of the darkened alley you were in. Blinding white lights scorch your vision as you look upward, spotting flying beings that dove and speared running creatures that were unfortunate enough not to get out of the way in time. It was like watching a swarm of bees set themselves upon invaders, but you had a feeling these beings were the invaders in this situation. The demonic creatures that ran from them attempted to hide or seek sanctuary in buildings, but the doors were all locked.

This didn't bode well for you, a very spear-able creature who was locked out just like the rest of these sorry blokes.

Looking down at yourself, you frown deeply as you see you were weaponless. Not entirely surprising as your weapons were taken from you when you were alive.

'Was I expecting a fucking knife?' You think bitterly. So you had nothing to defend yourself with. With a small breath you peer out at the carnage that was unfolding before you. For now it seemed you were safe in your alleyway, but a little voice in the back of your head told you the safety wouldn't last.

'They'll find me.' Spotting a dead body nearby, your eyes gleam as you notice a spear lodged deep in their head. It was practically identical to the ones the flying creatures were using. With a quick scan of the area, you run to the body and with a quick pull, you yank the spear out of the demon's head. The wet squelch revived memories of moonlighting, missions in the dark that ended with someone dead and cash filling your pockets.

Unfortunately, your appearance gained the attention of one of the flying beings above, their LED mask lighting up with a chilling grin as they dove straight for you.

From your position, you knew you were at the disadvantage, they would be able to impale you before you could get a scratch on them and their damned mask. But a powerful voice boomed in your head. Something coiled around your throat.

'Speak'

Ten seconds from the spear piercing your head.

'Speak'

"𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕡." You say in a voice not quite your own. It was as if multiple voices layered yours, creating a siren like effect. To your surprise, the flying being stopped instantaneously, the tip of its spear grazing your forehead, drawing a small bead of blood that dropped down your nose and to your lips.

How.. How were you speaking? You had lost your voice years ago. Did dying bring your voice back?

You hold a hand to your throat. Cold, smooth round stones encircled your throat. You could feel energy bounce off of them, a strange sensation but it felt second nature.

Backing away from the blade that nearly killed you, you speak up again. "𝔻𝕣𝕠𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕨𝕖𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕟."