(Genderbent Helluva Boss Harem x Priest Male Reader)
"For I know the plans I have for you, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." -Jeremiah 29:11
Many of the holy lord was chosen to explore the depths of hell...
Y/N was seen slowly walking down the streets of Hell, getting used to the environment he was currently living in. You see, Hell is just like Earth...but less fucked up.
Our priest was observing every detail of the land, seeing a bunch of cursed sights. There was a imp getting jumped by a group, a meth deal taking place, women, and a clown dancing down the stairs.
"My goodness..." He says, walking even faster out of fear.
Y/N stops nearby a local bar, since he felt a bit worn out. As he entered inside...well, chaos reigns. A bunch of demons were surrounding somewhere, inside the swarm was four men rumbling it out.
"Hey guys, take a look at the new face!" One of the fighters stops, and points at Y/N. Everybody looked at him with a cold glare, making the priest uncomfortable.
"Uhh..." Y/N tries to explain, but little did he know...
Suddenly, the demons who were staring at him now cheer, welcoming him inside the bar with no hesitation. Y/N was confused on what was happening right now.
Two demons now walk him towards to the counter, where a bartender stands.
"A human, I see...Oh well, a patron is a patron. Welcome to "Dazed." Where one drink eludes reality." The bartender says, offering a handshake. Y/N accepts it, making the bartender smile lightly.
"Now, people call me "Ties," since I keep the madness under control." Ties say, now snapping his fingers, and the fight begins once more.
"...Nice to meet you sir, but why aren't you stopping the fight over there?" Y/N asked him.
"Well, let's just say that they're...taking some risks. You see, if you arrive for your desires, you must brawl for your supper." He replies, making the priest starting to regret his decisions coming to the bistro.
"Better than having to pay for them. But don't worry, doesn't matter if you win or lose...you'll get some caring at the hospital." Ties chuckled.
"I think I overstayed my time here..." Y/N tried to make an excuse to leave, only to be stopped by two hellhounds guarding the doorway.
"That's a shame...but that's fine. Hope you don't mind the hounds who'll tear you up if you don't order something.." Ties say, cleaning a bottle with a towel.
"...Alright." Y/N says to the bartender, accepting his defeat.
"I understand that you may not enjoy fighting, but sometimes it is needed this cruel place." The bartender says, looking at Y/N's attire.
"Now, you'll be going up against someone who is at equal range with you. His name is "Pierce." All though he fought more than you, he is still new. I bid you luck, priest." Ties now grabs a paper-slip, and hands it towards him, revealing it to be a schedule when his fight begins.
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Y/N's POV
(What have you gotten into this time when I was busy?) God asked disappointingly, but I remained silent
The fight was about to begin soon, my heart was pounding faster each second.
(Alright, a fight...don't worry, I know we can do this.)
...You know what, why can't you just help...did you just say "We?"
(I'm God himself, I am able to pull off random shit nobody wants to see.)
Language! I thought you knew better than swearing!
(...Something tells me this is gonna be your catchphrase...anyways, I'm able to take over your body just in case things go south, like I did at the church!)
What did you do at the church?
(...Oh yeah I uh...did some cleansing earlier, but that doesn't matter! I'll guide your fight in any way, you won't have that much trouble.)
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3rd Person POV
Y/N would stumble back, the cheering crowd pushed him back inside the fight for another beating, his glasses was crooked after a strong right hook from Pierce.
The priest's eye was cut during the match, he was struggling to keep up with Pierce's pattern.
Pierce immediately rushed him with a barrage, making the priest quickly go onto the defensive side. Pierce would now strike his liver, making Y/N kneel down in pain.
"Gotcha! Sorry, but fight ain't over till you can't get back up!" The demon taunted. Y/N was groaning after the hit, wishing that he never arrived at the bar.
"Can't get back up? Sorry, but seems like the lord you believe in failed you, just like he failed Earth!" Pierce mocked...but then...Y/N's eyes flickered, revealing the same glow he had back at the church, only for it dim out.
Y/N slowly gets back up, rearranging his glasses, unlike last time, he was ready. Pierce now ran towards him, about to swing a powerful left haymaker.
...One body dropped to the floor...and it was a demon. Y/N had won the match with one swift upper counter.
He has managed to catch the left hit with his hand, twisting the demon's arm. Y/N now slammed his right fist to right side of his jaw, then transitioning his elbow to strike the left. He finished it off with one headbutt, sending Pierce to slumber.
The crowd roared loudly, shocked by the comeback of the man who was thought to fall. Y/N look all around him, the demons cheering over the victory. All though they were demons, seems like they have some kindness left to spare.
The crowd made some space, so that Pierce's body would be picked up by Y/N, putting his arm around his shoulder so he could place him onto a nearby booth to rest in.
Y/N now walked to the bar counter, where Ties was amused with how the match ended.
"Against all odds, I see. Well done, priest. All though you won, there are some tips you need to win easier. For example, you should keep it slow, it helps you learn the opponent." The bartender says.
"...I see why people enjoy this place..." Y/N panted, still exhausted after the fight, making Ties chuckle.
"Well, feel free to come back anytime soon, we can help you improve better, Saint." Ties say, allowing him to leave the bar.
"Saint?" Y/N asked, confused on why he was called that.
"It's now your name here, an alter ego, if you prefer. Don't forget to get that cut checked out, you'll need it." Ties reminded, giving a simple wave Y/N as he headed outside.
"Saint..." Y/N said to himself as he walked outside the bar. A small grin would appear on his face, walking down the streets of hell.
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(P.S. should I add a Yakuza 0 type mechanic, where you have multiple styles? For example, "Brawler" is changed into "Dazed?")
