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

Chapter Five - Unlikely Allies

The first thing you notice when you wake up is the rug underneath you. It hadn't been there when you fell asleep, cold wooden floors all that welcomed you. The second thing you notice is how warm the room is, the sound of a fire crackling in the corner of the room. A small iron furnace sits next to a window, showcasing the snowy landscape again. A chair and a closet made of the same wood, shining with the flickering firelight.

For a moment you think you've been moved in your sleep, but when your eyes fall on the door that thought stops. It's a rich, brown oak, with a golden door knob.

It was the door you'd stared at in fear while you fought away falling asleep. It had the same chicks and scratches, the same little bits of green wallpaper at the edges that had sagged and peeled off.

Slowly, you pull to your feet, casting anxious glances around the room. Had someone come in and... renovated the room in your sleep? Was that a thing demons did? It didn't sound like something a demon would do, but fuck, you had no idea what was going on anyway.

You pause, listening for the sound of any threats, but don't find any. Somehow, the peacefulness of this moment - snow drifting outside the window, fire crackling merrily, warm blanket under your fingers - all seems to make you more nervous. Like a predator was waiting for you to let down your walls.

You scoff. Of course, there was. You just couldn't see it.

A creaking from above you makes your head snap towards the roof, and then when you hear a soft thud behind you whirl on your heel. On the chair that you'd just been looking at... was a pile of fabric. Your eyes flick around the room, trying to spot whatever dumped the purple cloth. When you start feeling dizzy from twirling around, you stop.

Evidently whatever did that did not want to be seen, and you really had no way of fixing that.

Hesitantly, you creep towards the material, reaching out a shaking hand towards it. After another moment of you freezing like a deer in headlights, your hand darts out and rips the fabric away from the chair. You're almost expecting to find something under it, but no, all you see is more fabric in other shades.

You pull your hand away from you, eyebrows furrowed. It was a cloak. Your eyes move back to the chair. And those were clothes. You look around the room like there's some sort of hidden prank camera.

The memory of the demon with yellow eyes chasing you rises, and while you wince at the horror of it, you realise something important.

"It's- are you-" your words are confused, and you have to take a breath before you can get your thoughts in order, "House? Is... that you?"

The room rumbles, and you yelp, shoulders snapping up to your ears. Instantly the floor stops shaking, but now you notice the same humming feeling as in the library. Had that been there the whole time you'd been up? Had it been here while you were sleeping?

...Was this house... watching you?

You open your mouth to say something, but instead just close it with a smack of your lips. What the fuck? Did a house... just give you a change of clothes? You look down at your bloodied pants. Did it drop from the ceiling? You look up at the panelled ceiling. You look back down, scratch your head. Seriously, what the actual fuck? Clutching the cloak close to your chest, you decide to do something as crazy as this situation was.

"Um, th- thank you?"

The words sound more like a question, but the vibrating under your feet ratchets up another notch. Once again, the ceiling creaks, and then a loud thump behind you.

You turn to find a pair of leather lace-up boots, with fur around the cuffs. Snow boots, meant for the weather up the mountain. They were matching with the mediaeval-fantasy-renaissance-faire style you'd seen a lot of the other demons wear.