Forgiveness (Loona x M! Reader) ON HOLD!!!

Chapter 4

"Gentlemen, please," Heinrich Himmler - Hitler's second in command - directed the high-ranking officers to the seats in front of them.

The officers take off their hats as soon as they sat down as a symbol of respect. One of them begins to speak.

"Good afternoon, boss." General Hans takes the pen out from his coat pocket. "Now, as we have discussed over the phone, there has been some mystery surrounding this pen we have found just outside the alleyway."

Hans carefully fidgets the pen in his hand.

"What alleyway exactly?"

"Er, just outside the Chamber, Sir."

Himmler puts his hand out with his elbow resting on his desk. "Okay. Mind if I take a closer look?"

"Oh, goodness. Terrible apologies, sir, it will not happen again." Hans nervously and quickly gives him the pen as told.

Himmler pulls off his leather gloves and inspects the pen very thoroughly, as though if it was an ancient relic. Upon the feel of the pen, the texture was remarkably unusual.

The engravings of the pen were also proof that it was not made with human hands. But just to make sure, Himmler smelled the pen passionately and exhaled. A stench of brimstone entered his nose and left.

The pen most certainly came from hell and he knew it.

"Follow me," Himmler told both of the men urgently. "And not a word."

Both officers nodded their heads rapidly. All three of the men in the room stood up from their respective seats.

In a very specific spot, Himmler runs his fingers on the wall to detect any familiar grooves. He then grunts as he aggressively rips the loose wallpaper to reveal a slide door handle.

He pulls the handle, and the wall opens to reveal a long dark staircase.

The officers behind him grew worried, as though they were being led to their death.

After what seemed like an eternity, the gentlemen finally reached the bottom. Himmler flipped a light switch that was next to him, and the room lit up brilliantly.

The room was mostly white and most futuristic. Both officers behind him had their jaws dropped, spotting gadgets and inventions that have never been seen with mortal eyes. Nothing but the voices of awe left their mouth.

In the middle of the room rested a machine with a control panel that floated from the ground. On the right-hand side was a large red button and on the left was a radar that determined the user's location, and where they wish to travel.

It was a teleportation device that not even the 21st century can comprehend.

Himmler stepped on the platform in front of the impossible machine and pressed a switch from underneath to turn it on. When the machine was on, brown noise began to echo throughout the rather "advanced" surroundings.

"Thank you for this outstanding evidence," Himmler said quietly as he stood there like a stone.

Hans speaks after a brief pause. "Sir... What happens now?"

Himmler drew out his flintlock pistol - one that looks almost identical to Blitzo's - and shot Hans in the head.

The man beside Hans jumped and his eyes bulged. He began to make a run for it up the stairs but was shot also.

A door in the room opened, and out came two men in dark clothing. Each of them grabbed a body and dragged them away from the door they came out from.

Himmler turned around to face the machine menacingly. On the console, he pressed a button that was titled "Hell", and dragged his finger on the map's touch screen to select where in Hell he wished to travel.

ImpCity.

He laughed and spoke through his grin. "At last, I have found you."

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"What are you looking for, Blitzie?" Stolas looks down at the imp as he checks his pockets.

"I'm wondering where the hell I put my pen. I always have it in this right pocket here."

"Don't worry about silly stuff like that right now," Stolas diverts his attention to one of the rides the festival had to offer. "Look, darling. Look at how cute that ride is for us."

"Yeah, I guess you're right." Blitzo still kept the worried look on his face.

At the bar, Loona seemed to be awfully lonely. The spot where she sat was almost vacant of any person. Her head was rested on her hand as she looked at her drink with tired eyes.

The sight was nearly heartbreaking, you had to talk to her.

You pulled out a stool that was next to her and sat down. "Hey."

She sighed, not even having the energy to snap at you. "What do you want?"

"You looked pitiful sitting here all by yourself. I thought I'd give you company."

"Thanks but no thanks," she added as she picked up her drink. She downed the shot glass. "I'm not even worth it."

You responded as she was asking for another shot. "Loona. That's the alcohol talking. All you had to say was that you're lonely. Can you imagine how devastated Blitzo would be if he saw the state you're in?"

Your eyes turn away from Loona to look blankly in the distance. "Can you imagine how devastated all of us would be if you disappeared?"

"Nobody would care," she whispered.

One of your eyebrows raised. "Did you seriously just say that right now?"

The hellhound's heart shattered to bits as she used one of her hands to cover her eyes as she cried.

"I don't care if you think I'm dumb, creepy, ugly, fat, a low-life, or a jerk, I still care about you. I'm sorry that we are not what you want us to be, and that's fine. I just want you to know that we try out best. Blitzo loves you so much it's absolutely frickin' mind-blowing. So does M&M."

"Yeah," Loona stops drinking and leaves her shot glass unattended. "I guess thinking about my past gets me really worked up sometimes."

"And so does mine, and that's ok. You know how I was. I was so self-destructive it damaged me permanently. My health problems are what I live with for the rest of my life. So guess what? I deal with it... By the way, if all this is because you couldn't find anyone to go to the festival with, you could have asked me. But, I don't know how you feel about me so I didn't ask you. And that I take responsibility for."

"No, it's not your fault. I get a little too defensive sometimes."

"I understand... So what do you say? Do you wanna come with me and explore the festival together and not be so grossly depressed?"

She took your hand and smiled. "Sure, why not?"