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

Chapter Six - An Apple A Day Keeps The Demon Away

You watch the apple roll out the door, warm light shining into the dark, tiny space.

"You should come out, human. I can smell you and I know you're in there," the voice from the guy you'd landed on rings out, and you curse again. This time a little quieter, as you are very aware he's just outside and just commented that he can smell you.

"What the fuck?" you hiss, pressing yourself so tightly into the shelves you'd disappear if you could. What on earth did he just say? Smell? Smell you? You lift your arm and give a light sniff. Okay, so maybe like, two days of not showering and constantly sweating from nerves hadn't done you any good, but through a door?

Because you were aware of your status as a character in a horror movie, you do not leave the closet. Instead, you press your palms together, praying.

"Please, please, please get me out of here," you beg the living house that had so far been about fifty-fifty in getting you into bad situations and getting you back out. You were very happy with those odds actually.

The room shakes, and once again, the floorboards start to move. They writhe and twist, pulling back slowly, before falling back to the floor in a despairing heap. The candle inside the closet goes out, further adding to the 90's slasher film ambience. It seems the house cannot help you right now. Shit.

Without any other choice, you fall to the floor, pulling yourself into a tiny space underneath the shelves. The tiles are cold, but you don't care as you contort yourself into the crawl space. You've barely tugged your cloak away from the candlelight when the door opens.

And you find yourself staring in desperate terror, at a large pair of pink slippers.

The demon is quiet as he looks around the pantry. His slippers shuffle against the floor as he walks the small space. Your heart beats loudly in your ears. He pauses in front of the shelf you're hidden under.

A face pops into your view, orange eyes meeting yours.

You scream at a decibel you didn't think was possible. The demon winces, backing away from the unholy sound. Because you are panicking, you see this as an opportunity. Scrambling out and over the demon's body, you bolt as soon as you're on your feet.

And then you're grabbed by the ribs and hoisted into the air.

You shriek again, legs kicking wildly.

"Oi! Human, stop it! I'm not gonna hurt you, damn it," he growls at you, and you stop thrashing. Now, in one of the strangest positions you've ever been in, this guy holds you up by your armpits. Surprisingly carefully, he spins you around, so the two of you can make eye contact.

His eyes are glowing, and so are the tips of his horns. They look like they have little fires at their ends, and the warmth of them scalds your face. There's a tick in his jaw. When you glance down at the hands holding you, you can see he has black claws that you were sure weren't there a few minutes ago. Behind him, a tail with a puff of orange hair on the end thrashes. You look back up to his face, watching the way his eyes darken.

In the empty cafeteria, you both just stare at each other, and look at the other like they've grown a second head.

"I'm Kunigami Rensuke," he introduces himself, making this scene even stranger.

You open your mouth, close it, and open it again.

"I'm (Y/n) (L/n)," you finally reply, and the demon nods his head.

"Nice to meet you."

You look around the room, searching for whatever camera is recording you. Was this a prank? Were you going insane? Were you in the twilight zone? Okay, you were in literal hell, so not much difference there.