Damned if you Do (Devil!Doflamingo x Reader)

Part 1: City of Angels?

"Forgive me father for I have sinned," you said, sliding into the confession booth at the Church of St Mjosgard. "It's been about..." you checked your phone screen, "...three hours since my last confession."

There came a sigh from behind the screen. "[Name], I've told you, you don't have to say that every time."

You smirked. "Would you prefer 'sorry Daddy, I've been naughty'?"

Father Rosinante choked, which he elegantly turned into a cough. "No! No, that's quite alright. How did it go?"

You sat back with a huff, folding your arms across your chest. "He didn't know anything. Must have been a bad lead."

"Are you sure?"

"I was very persuasive."

"Spare me the details."

You sighed. "I'm running out of time, Father."

"I know. Have faith, [Name]."

"Easy for you to say, you're a priest," you muttered.

"I know things might seem hopeless, but we can't give in yet. I'll keep digging. In the meantime, you should go home and get some rest. It's been a long day."

"Yeah," you said, though you hadn't slept properly in nearly a decade. "Yeah, I'll do that."

You stood to leave and as you exited the booth, you felt Rosinante's reassuring hand on your shoulder.

"I'll keep praying for you." He squeezed lightly and then dropped his hand.

"I appreciate the gesture, Father," you said over your shoulder, "but God gave up on me a long time ago."

It was raining when you left the church. You pulled your hood up over your head and shoved your hands deep into your pockets, shoulders hunched against the downpour as you hurried across the street. It was just your luck, you thought. The last few weeks of your life and it looked like it was going to rain the whole time. You had moved to LA to escape the cold and the wet (among other things), but just like said other things, it too had followed you across the country, it seemed.

As you made your way down the street, you got the distinct feeling you were being watched. Your fingers closed around the consecrated knife in your pocket, senses on high alert. From a dark alleyway somewhere ahead of you, two yellow eyes peered out of the darkness. You felt a small thrill of fear before you realised who it was and relaxed.

"Hello, Law," you sighed.

A man stepped out of the shadows. Except he wasn't a man—not really. His eyes, though grey now he was in full view, still held a glint of something unnatural, and his canines seemed longer and sharper than any human's.

"Are you hungry?" you asked him.

He shook his head. "I have information."

"Let's hear it then."

"I found him."

Your heart quickened at those words, but Law seemed reluctant to say more. "Well?" you prompted, growing impatient.

"[Name]... I don't think it's a good idea to go after him."

You frowned. "Why?"

Law hesitated. "He's... dangerous. Incredibly so."

"So, what, I should just wait for my timer to run out and skip on down to Hell without putting up a fight?"

"I'm not saying that. I just... He's powerful, [Name]. Way more powerful than me or any demon you've encountered before. You can't win."