꒰👁️꒱ 𝕸𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖑𝖆 𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖌𝖚𝖊

Dark Entities | Demon!Reader + Alt Cesar | 1

Requested:  thefangirlanon

Warnings: Graphic details

[UPDATE]

• Story is no longer a x reader• Flirting has been removed• Writing is more detailed
• Title change

PART 1

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"Y/n, I have a new person assigned to you," Peter said, handing you a paper. You nodded and took the paper from your boss's grasp. "Cesar Torres," You read to yourself aloud. "He is a trickster, but there are these things called 'alternates' in the town. You won't just be causing him pain, you will protect him from them," Peter informed. You nodded, slightly confused why you needed to protect him. You didn't question it. "You should get going, it might be too late," Peter spoke once again. "Yes, I'll go," You said, your expression frozen, neutral. You started to leave until Peter stopped you. "Please be careful." You sighed. You didn't like it when someone stopped you, just to saying something. You wanted to get this over with, so you could go back to your steaming hot home in Hell. "I will Pete," You replied. You then left the HuntCenter building and flew off to the pentagram that was engraved in the red skies of Hell.

-----On Earth----

You made your wings disappear as you walked behind Cesar's house. The fly wasn't that long, only 20 minutes since the Hell spawn was near the center of the town. You hear Lucifer himself was in this town too, but you hoped not to meet him any time soon. You snuck in the house through Cesar's back door. The house was pitch black, and it almost seemed as if no one was there. You glanced around and made sure no one was home, however, you heard someone talking. There was no reply to their conversation, so you guess they were on their phone. 

You walked into the kitchen to see a body lying on the floor, stomach ripped open. The lady's guts were spread all around her body, blood everywhere. Her eyes were also gouged out, and they laid next to her head. You quietly sighed and walked around the mess. You guessed this guy was a murderer. Probably why you were assigned to him, it made sense now. You walked to the living room and saw a guy sitting on the couch, something seemed off about him though. The air seemed uneasy when you walked into the room. It chilled a bit, and it was still. He spoke again, "I found her on the ground, I just-" He stopped. He slowly turned around and looked at you. The guy grinned, he looked about 18 or 19, but his eyes were blacked out. Somehow his eyes were glowing a faint fade of gray. "I've got to go, Mark," He said calmly and hung up without another word. He placed the phone on the base. His motion was slow, intimidating at the most. But you were a demon, so you had nothing to worry about. Cesar slowly approached you, one foot in front of the other. Hands behind his back. There was definitely something behind his back. Most likely a knife. You stood your ground, refusing to move back.

Cesar then quickly walked up to you. You didn't move, you didn't even flinch. He examined your face and smirked. Cesar raised a knife to your cheek. He looked down at the floor. "You wouldn't want such a pretty face to get hurt, now would you? Go back to where you came from." Cesar asked in a baby voice,  his voice turned normal as he got to the end of his sentence. You scoffed and grabbed his wrist, almost breaking it from how tight you were holding it. He looked back up at you and somehow his smirk grew even bigger. "Now, leave. Before I hurt more than just that pretty face," He warned with a growl. You rolled your eyes, before you stared into his vicious eyes. "Actually, I'm not going. I'm staying here, thank you," You replied calmly. Your tone was full of venom. The words slipped from your lips easily. No stuttering or slip ups heard. It was sharp and cold.. Cesar's eyes flicked up at you, showing anger. A murderous look, is what he dared to give you. His knife moved from your cheek to your throat.

     "No, you are not," Cesar spat. He pressed the knife hard against your throat. A bit of blood drew from your neck. You hissed with anger, showing your fangs. "Oop, looks like someone is trying to challenge me??" He teased. "Try me, then."

He was about to get mollywhopped.