Through Heaven and Hell [Dabi x reader]

Chapter 2

The scary demon was right in front looking down at me with a smirk on his face.

"I'm taking you with me little angel, the boss is gonna be very pleased to see you" he effortlessly lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, facing his back. My wings were slumped in my backside and my injured wing was still bleeding. I was wounded and in clear disadvantage against this demon so I accepted my fate and let him take me to whoever this 'boss' guy was.

After walking for a few seconds, the demon entered what looked like a club. I could hear the loud music rumbling on the walls, the colored flashing lights and the dance floor being the only source of light inside the suffocating, dark club.

It reeked of sweat, alcohol and weed. I could see the people on the dance floor grinding and rubbing their demon bodies with one another, it was a disgusting sight to be honest. Their clothes were all very revealing leaving little to nothing for the imagination, it made me a little self conscious of my appearance; certainly a frilly, dirty white camisole was not the right clothing for this kind of scenery.

While I was passing through with the demon carrying me, most of the demons in the dance floor and at the bar, quikly directed their gazes at me, like they could sense or smell me the moment I entered the room. It was terrifying and I just wanted to get out of here the fastest I could. I closed my eyes and waited for the demon to bring me wherever he had planned on leading me.

The music began to muffle and I knew we were walking away from the main part of the club, so I opened my eyes and everything was pitch black. I began to panic, is this how I'm gonna die? Can I even die? If I'm in hell that means I'm already dead, right? The demon abruptly opened a door and it brought me out of my spiraling thoughts. We entered a carpeted room, this one much more illuminated than the last one; though I still couldn't see who was inside since I was facing the door.

"Boss, I found something you might want to see," the demon spoke to what I assumed was his boss.

" It better be important for you to interrupt me while I'm busy," the 'boss' spoked. His voice was less hoarse and scary than the demons' but it still brought an intimidating feeling to me. The demon then lifted his hands off of me and I began to slowly fall off his body till my butt landed on the floor with a silenced thud.

Embarrassed, I quickly stood up and dusted my clothes, turned around to face the 'boss' and it was definitely not what I was expecting.

For someone who is called the 'boss' you would expect a big scary and intimidating demon, but the person in front of me was everything but that.

The boss looked 'human like' just like me. He had jet balck spiky hair and purple scars with staples that seemed to stick his scarred skin with his normal one together, covering most of his body, which was revealed thanks to an open suit jacket with just a silver chain underneath and matching black fitted slacks. He also had three piercings on his nose and each of his ears. His face was oddly familiar, like I've seen him before but I can't quite remember where. Two succubus were perched on both of his sides kissing and touching him everywhere they could. With a relaxed expression he leaned forward and shaked the ash of his cigar in the ashtray on the coffee table in front of the black circular couch they were sitting on.

I watched as his ring filled hand tapped the tail of the cigar a couple times on the ashtray. I would be lying if I said I didn't find that action attractive. This human or demon, not sure of his procedense yet, was very eye-catching but I didn't give into my thoughts. For all I knew he could kill me any second he wanted to, after all, it seemed like I was in his territory and that thought alone brought unwanted goosebumps to my body.

He laid his eyes on me and a smirk grew on his face. "I haven't seen an angel in ages, what brings you to hell, doll?". His voice sent shivers down my spine. Just his tone alone could make me feel small and vulnerable, though his eyes never left my figure.

Almost forgetting what the question was, I gulped and cleared my throat, afraid my voice would come out weak and small; and right now was not the time to show weakness against him. "I've been down here for a couple weeks now, your little friend over there found me and brought me here", I said with the little confidence i could find, pointing to the huge demon near the door who brought me.

He chuckled under his breath and with his free hand brought a glass of what I thought was whisky to his mouth, taking a small swig. "I like you, I don't get to see a lot of pretty little angels like you down here, you're one of a kind, you know?" His comment almost made me blush but I pushed it away, not giving him the satisfaction of getting a reaction out of me.

I didn't say anything and that just urged him to continue his monologue. "I can see your little wing there is injured, I can heal you, give you a place to stay and food to eat. I bet living in the filthy streets at the mercy of demons mustn't be comfortable", after finishing what he said, he made a motion with his hand indicating to the succubus and the demon behind me to leave the room, and they swiftly did.

I was now alone with this man who I don't even know the name of. The situation isn't ideal, but let's be honest, it could've been worse.

"What's the catch?" I asked, not giving in that easily. He wasn't surprised by my words, almost like he was expecting that answer. He then put the finished cigar in the ashtray and patted his now free hand on his lap, motioning for me to sit on him.

With a simple shake of my head, I declined his request. That condescending smirk of his was wiped off of his face after my response. He stood up from where he was sitting and slowly walked towards me. I stood my ground and didn't move an inch, that made him smirk again.

He was now standing in front of me, not close enough to feel each other's breath but at this distance I could clearly see his brilliant blue eyes staring through my e/c ones, like he was staring straight to my soul. I could easily smell his scent. He smelled of expensive cologne and smoke, it wasn't the best smell but I couldn't complain; if anything, it made him even more attractive.

He lifted his right hand and delicately brushed a strand of my h/l hair behind my ear. His touch made me feel something in my stomach that I couldn't explain. I don't know if it was a good or bad thing but I liked it.

With his hand now resting on my right cheek he carelessly said, "I just want you to entertain me, that's the catch." I didn't exactly know what he meant by 'entertain him', but I just felt it wasn't something I would like. Still, it couldn't be worse than being eaten alive by demons or starving to death in a random cold street in hell, so I hesitantly agreed.

"Fine, but can I at least get your name?" I said. It was only fair that I knew his name, since he was taking me with him to who knows where to do who knows what.

"Some people know me as Lucifer, but you can call me Dabi, angel."