CASUAL;; devil x reader

that's okay

Third P.O.V

It didn't take long for Fox to arrive upstairs, clutching his bleeding side as he saw your almost lifeless body on the ground. He rushed by your side and couldn't help but panick, because what in the hell would he tell Devil when he brings you back like this? Yes, the target was gone. Abigail was dead, but that wouldn't stop the fact that she took one last thing from Devil before she died.

Which was you.

When Fox realized that he wasn't gonna get any sort of response from you, he threw his sunglasses to the side, hearing the faint sound of them cracking against the wooden floor echo throughout the empty room. There, he sat, simply waiting for some kind of noise. Whether it be from you, or Abigail's lifeless bodies that had blood spread onto the floor. He fucked up. He fucked up so hard that he knew leaving the building just to go back to Devil, and tell him the situation - now that, that was something he knew would mean snapping the other like a twig.

Devil might act cold sometimes. He might be harsh, rude, blunt, and straight forward when he wants to be, but he was sensitive. He was so sensitive that Fox knew that there was a time, and place for everything when it came to him. The man took basically anything to heart, unless it was a joke.

A quiet wince escaped his lips, making him look down at the deep cut in his side that was letting blood seep onto his clothes. Not that he cared, at the rate that Fox was going, he might die there as well. Maybe that was better. It sure was better than going to Devil, and being killed on the spot. He also knew that leaving Devil alone would allow the government to do whatever they wanted, so he would have to get up from this spot eventually.

Fox was basically Devils' green card.

As Fox stumbled up off the ground, he clutched his side with his hand, his hand practically stained with blood. Just as he was about to go down the stairs, he took one final glance back at Y/n. He let out a shaky sigh, knowing just how this shit was going to end now that he knew you were dead.

Fox grabbed his gun off the ground, clipping it to his hip as he walked out of the building. He subconsciously knew deep down in his gut that something was off. He knew something bad was gonna happen, it was churning deep in his gut as he walked away, making his way to his own apartment, where Devil lied awake. His eyes glued on his phone as he watched a few memes, youtube videos. Some random shit that Fox was pretty much used to him watching at this point.

"Where's Y/n?"

The way Foxs' heart caught in his throat when the question was asked made the pit in his stomach feel like he was being punched with guilt. It's not like Fox could bring you back to life. He would if he could, but he couldn't. Devil eventually noticed the silence, he wasn't stupid. He noticed straight away that based off of how quiet it was what had happened. Despite not wanting to believe it. He sat up, sitting on the edge of the bed before getting up and getting dressed. Fox let out a shaky sigh as he watched, knowing what was about to happen now that the other already knew the truth before he walked through the damn door. Just as Devil was about to leave, he grabbed his knives, and guns from the cupboard in the closet. Fox figured that that was the perfect time speak. Even if it technically didn't seem like it.

"Logan.." Fox called out, making Devil stop in his tracks, the silence was honestly killing him. He really wishes he could fix this fucking mess.

"I'm so sorry.."

Even though this apology means nothing to Devil. It never will. It doesn't compare to the amount of pain that he was feeling in that moment, it won't ever amount to the amount of pain you probably felt in your last moments. Fox couldn't help, but feel guilty because he told you to follow Abigail. To go, and pursue her. To end this chaos that was going to continue to drag on if it didn't stop here. Tonight.

Devil began placing the knives in each pocket slip on the legs of his pants. Then proceeding to click both guns on his waist band. He then grabbed one of Foxs' trench coats, putting it on himself so he was able to hide the weapons that were on his body. He even hid a few daggers into the pockets of the trench coat. The last thing he did was put his mask on, hiding his face once again as he stayed quiet. Fox was waiting for something, anything, or maybe he was just waiting to be forgiven. Again, Devil wasn't stupid. There was clearly a reason that Fox was apologizing.

At least that's what Devil assumed.

Fox never apologized. There had never been a reason for him to do so, unless something serious had happen. So, in this case, it didn't take much for Devil to piece everything together. So, when Devil turned around, looking at Fox with the mask covering his face, saying the words he hoped wouldn't make him feel the amount of dread that he did. Fox couldn't hate Devil for saying what he did, it wasn't as if he had forgiven him, but it wasn't as if he didn't either. Therefore, their relationship was back in the same spot it was before you came into the picture.

A worker, who worked for the government. An employee of the government, who only called when their was a new mission that suit the others skills.

The last words Devil said before he left will never put Fox at ease, but he can't say that it didn't mend the guilt that stabbed his very soul.

"If there wasn't anything you could do about it, don't say you're sorry. You have no right apologizing to me. Apologize to her."

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