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

Chapter Four - Look Up!

The inside of the manor is like a maze, and you are quickly getting lost. The map you'd come to find was actually complete bullshit and was no use at all. Isagi had explained it was because the house was alive... which you couldn't quite get your head around. Apparently, the map wouldn't work until the house 'accepted' you as one of its own. Whatever the fuck that meant.

Still, the important part was that you were lost. Lost in a house full of things that as you'd been repeatedly reminded definitely wanted to eat your soul. Maybe drink your blood. Nibble on your brains. A sip of your bone marrow. Delicacies in hell, you'd bet.

You sigh, glancing up from the worthless piece of paper. How on earth did you make a house like you? Maybe it'd like you if you gave it a good clean... there was a lot of dust around here, after all. You watch a giant purple spider crawl across the ceiling and shiver. There's cobwebs too.

Horrible. Terrible. Awful. Very, very, very bad. You hated this place.

The floorboards groan underneath your steps, and you wonder if the house can sense your malice. You hope it can't. You were completely at its mercy right now, begging it to lead you somewhere safe.

You look back down at the map, staring intently at the little red star scribbled where your bedroom was supposed to be. Isagi had said your room would have your name engraved on the front of it. So it would be easy to recognise said room, but getting there was the hard part. Maybe it's a will thing, like if you just think hard enough it will work. When nothing 'magically' changes, you stomp your feet like a petulant child. The floor groans again, and you roll your eyes.

"If you want me to stop beating you up, then send me to my room, damn it!" you yell at the floor, like a crazy person. A gust of cold air accosts you from an open window, and then shockingly, the window slams closed.

...So, you're starting to believe the 'alive' house thing.

You stand in the middle of the wooden hallway, map in hands, blinking dazedly at the window. Really, with the whole- uh, whole situation you're in, you'd think you'd stop getting so surprised by everything that breaks the laws of the universe.

For a few more seconds, you stay stock still, before you finally decide to open your stupid mouth and try and talk to the living building. Because that's what crazy people do.

"Uh, um... Hello? House? House-ey? Uh..."

The quiet that answers you doesn't make you feel very confident, but you push on anyway. Maybe your fatigue was making you delirious, or maybe it was the atmosphere in hell. You didn't know what damage it could be doing to your body, all you knew is you didn't feel good.

"Urm... would you... please take me to my room?" you speak again.

The house groans and creaks, but still, nothing happens. Your lips thin, but still, you continue on. Periodically you call out to the house while you wander through it. Peaking your head into every room you pass, you still can't seem to find the hallway that will lead you to your safety.

After a while, you find yourself wandering into the library you'd noticed earlier. It's a huge space, with a surprisingly nice atmosphere. Like you'd seen, it takes up three floors, two balcony overhangs above the maze of bookcases. It's all made of dark, red-tinted wood, intricately, delicately carved. The floors, the bookcases, the furniture tucked in cosy nooks and crannies.

There's a giant window to the south, facing out into snowy mountains and villages. In the pamphlets it said there was a larger town or city nearby, but you couldn't see it from this view. Underneath the window is a daybed with a few pillows and a blanket. You'd think it would be too cold, but when you go over and press your hand against the glass, it feels almost warm against your fingers.