when y/n was young, she had been born into a family of renowned devil hunters. unlike most, she lived in a tribe, not a city. she didn't go to school, but instead studied under the tribes monks. from the moment she could walk she was conditioned to...
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❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ "how long... was i in here?"
you gasped, shooting up into a sitting position as a knife was plunged into your head. the handle of the knife fell into your lap as your head regenerated and swallowed the metal blade. you heaved for air, holding a hand to your throat that let out noise for the first time in days. the darkness in your vision began to wilt as the bandages around your eyes unraveled. you whimpered, scratching at the remaining bandages constricting your windpipe. you turned, facing the man responsible for your release. that's when you noticed the room around you resembled a mortuary. multiple empty slots for bodies like your own, caught in temporary sleep stasis while you waited for the next experiment.
he wore a scally cap, white button-up with overalls and loafers. he was dressed kinda like.. mario? just without the flashy colors. he was an older man, obviously in his fifties with squinted eyes that looked almost shut. you squinted to get a better look and when he spoke your eyed widened a bit. "can you make me out, y/n?" he's american.. "i've come to save you." his cadence was not unlike yours, old school. almost like a 1990s talk style. you hardened up slightly. how did he get in here?
"are you from.. my world?" you asked, voice weak from not being used. you almost forgot how to talk and couldn't mask the scrutinizing and suspicious look on your face. he laughed slightly, shaking his head. "sharp one, aren't you? yes, i am. so are the people responsible for your imprisonment." you smiled slightly, lips quirking up into a sick grin before falling back to a neutral look.
so, i can kill them?
"how long... was i in here?"
he hummed in thought
"hmm, over ten days, maybe?"
you turned to face forward, fist clenching in your lap. sato briefly considered your reaction. he had been expecting at least a few angry tears, but you were blank. dull of any vengeful emotion he was hoping would fester during your time here. suddenly, you were quietly snickering under your breath until soft chuckles came out of your lips and you covered your mouth.
"what's your name?" you asked in between your laughter, finally calming down and clearing your throat curtly. he huffed from his nose with a small grin. this wasn't the reaction he hoped for, but it was certainly interesting. there was something sadistic about you but somehow also benevolent. maybe that's what lead death to choose you. "satō. you can call me satō." you smiled at him, swinging your legs over the table and standing up on your weak legs. you stumbled forward and he clutched your arms, now that you were standing you realized the man was a bean pole. unbelievably tall.
white people and their tall genes..
he fished in his bag, handing you a baggy long sleeve shirt and some sweatpants. you nodded in thanks and he turned to face the door and you waved your hand, simply putting the clothes ontop of your bandages. he raised an eyebrow. "they don't bother you?" you shook your head. "they're better than getting my fingers chopped off four times a day. i don't care what i'm wearing. i just wanna leave, can we?" he nodded and led you out into the hallway. you eyed the bloodied walls and corpses littering the halls. it's not my problem, i didn't kill them. plus, they deserved it. satō cleared the empty room beside the hallway by peering his assault rifle through the doorway. he noticed you eyeing the carnage and put his gun down, turning to face you.
