The Quiet Demon (Helluva Boss x Reader) [On Hold]

Prologue [Rewritten]

Hell, a place where unfortunate souls lay to live with the other demons. It's like earth but not like earth. In earth, there are many different animals, each living as they please, free to do whatever they wish, but none of them would do anything that could cause any harm to another. But in Hell, even though there's cities and towns, the crime rate is very high, and everyone would do anything to better their position in life. Overlords being strong and powerful, as well as ruling parts of it known as, "Turfs", a territory where the overlords have absolute control, and no one can dare to question them. Of course, there Lucifer, the ruler of Hell itself. The one who was casted out from Heaven, as well as the one who rules over it now.

But that's not important right now, all you want to know a certain demon the doesn't speak at all, I mean, that's what you came here for, right? Not some history of this place, which no one wants to read, am I right?

In the city of Imp City, where imps and hellhounds live, very "creative" if you ask me, anyway. The building you see right now... or hear what I'm about to describe to you, a broken-down hotel, nothing to special. A certain demon that we all been waiting for, Y/n, nothing to special about him besides the "not taking his mask off" concept. You might be asking, "Why is he wearing a mask?", well to answer your question... I don't fucking know why either. He doesn't like showing his face for the camera, even if he's facing us, he just looks away and takes it off. But it's rare for him doing that, because he doesn't ever take it off, unless he's having his meal. He's kind of an introverted guy if you guys ask me, but that doesn't mean his past was boring.

He was a ruthless killer back when he first came here, I know this because I can see everything that happens, you're the readers and I'm the Narrator simple as that. And I'm not telling you about his short backstory for the thirds time, and if you didn't read the "Bio"... Go do it, please.

Anyway, back on topic, as you can see through the glass of the "Fourth Wall" he's just sitting there as it's nothing, what else is there to explain? He's just looking at the ceiling for no reason, he's a lazy and quiet guy that everyone avoids. Wait a minute... hold on, it seems like he's being productive today, very rare, but it's my time so enjoy~

Y/n gets up for the day of laying on the bed doing nothing for the past week and takes his hoodie that was lying next to him and puts it one... without a shirt. Don't ask me why please, it's in the "Bio", he stretches and walks over to the mini fridge and opens it to show, it was empty.

Y/n: "..."

Feeling the hunger grow inside him he walks out of his room after grabbing a bag and closed it behind him before walking to the elevator. Reaching the ground floor, he walks out and the imp's that were inside looked at him and froze in place and looked away not making any eye contact. He walked by the reception desk and the receptionist looked at you in fear and started to sweat.

Receptionist: "Hello... Mr. Quiet! Out to do your... business again?"

Y/n looked at her and just gave her a nod before walking away and out of the building, he walks around the streets and the imps and hellhound look at him with fear as they know what it was about. They got out of his way and hoped for the best that they weren't going to be on his mind of hunger. Some unfortunate souls were picked and slide into the pieces before placed in the bag and had their wallets taken by him and used as his own. It was getting dark out, but he wasn't finished from his harvest, the more he collected the more he hungered for fresh meat. Y/n kept looking, searching for a lone imp or hellhound that could be unfortunate to come across him, eventually he sees a lonely imp by a park. He dropped his bag and slowly and steadily crawled on all fours and getting inside a bush, he watched them for a bit before grabbing them and jumping on top of them. The meat on them was fresh and tender for the bloodiest and tastiest meat, the thought of it made him drool under the mask and onto the delicious imp.