A Cold Day In Hell - BLLK!Demons au X Reader

Chapter Two - A Demon And A Dead Person Walk Into A Bar

Isagi overlooks the train station of Hell's Entrance, stepping off of the train with a practised ease. While it had been quite a long time since he'd taken the rail, he hadn't forgotten how chaotic it was. Trains would arrive hours early or late, demons without tickets would be at best thrown off the train, and at worst swallowed whole by the ticket checkers. One time he saw a demon move into a train car, and the staff just couldn't get them out in the end.

But it made sense that it was chaotic, it was hell after all.

He waves his hand in front of his face, blowing away the dark red smog. His companion's tall form fades in and out of sight, and Isagi has to jog to catch up to him. The only way Isagi even recognises him is from the dark midnight black wings on his back, the ones that easily push away the smoke.

"Wait up, you asshole!" Isagi calls out, shouldering his way past other demons. One turns around and snarls at him, but Isagi merely glares at the lower demon and it scuttles away. Half a year ago, that would've been him too.

But now he was stronger- and that meant Itoshi Rin needed to stop trying to fucking ditch him.

"Maybe you should learn to walk faster," Rin spits from over his shoulder, his black feathered wings obscuring Isagi's view. Without a second thought, Rin had continued on, finding and talking to the ticket seller with that same purposeful attitude he always had. He turns his back to Isagi as he continues chatting with the horrible looking creature. It's got milky white skin with over twenty eyes, all blinking out of sync.

He takes two tickets from the seller and holds them out to Isagi.

"Why are you giving me these? I'm not going to hold them for you," Isagi says, and Rin rolls his electric cyan eyes. Rin's eyes, and to be honest, all of him was so pretty, a direct contrast to Isagi. But then again it wasn't fair for Isagi to compare himself to Rin, He wasn't a demon, so why would he look like one?

Of course, Isagi would never say any of this aloud, lest he was looking to get his neck sliced off. His eyes flick down to the scythe that always hangs at Rin's back, the fallen angel never letting it part from him. Isagi was sure he slept with it.

"You're so damn stupid," Rin says, not bothering to glance at Isagi. This time Isagi rolls his eyes instead.

"Takes one to know one, wannabe villain," Isagi comments, scanning Rin's form. Rin and Isagi stood facing each other surrounded by different demons and creatures occupied by their day to day debauchery.

Ahead of them laid the border of the first circle of hell, a part of hell Isagi had never visited before. Apparently, it was a lot nicer up here, where the better souls were kept. He scans his surroundings before catching a glimpse of an eight-foot-tall demon pouring (what looked to be) a giant goblet full of glowing and wriggling souls. A slight sting bubbled in Isagi's chest as he watched the demon pour souls down his throat with a senseless urgency. He really couldn't see the appeal of this place.

"We're getting one of those purgatory bastards," Rin says, ignoring Isagi's jab, looking ahead into the border. Isagi raises his eyebrows, looking back at Rin.

"So they really are sending human souls down here. Did Heaven actually agree to this?" Isagi asks, following Rin's eye line before taking the tickets from him. Isagi watches as Rin lets his claws drag against his skin, cutting open a rivulet of black blood. Rin doesn't even flinch, just continued muttering about how he was 'so immature'.

"Of course, they agreed, dimwit," Rin says, wiping away the blood from the cut. It was already halfway healed in what felt like a mere few seconds, but still, a little more blood came out, pooling and seeping into Isagi's uniform. Isagi grins as Rin's pristine white shirt is dyed a dark maroon colour at the corner of his sleeve.