Heaven in hell (Loona x male reader)

Hell: Ritual Doom Pt 1

3rd Person POV

In the darkened chambers, an exhausted Y/n no longer enraged wept in chains. Images of his life and everything that had led up to this point flashed in his mind, like the world's cruelest slideshow. Memories of his aggression and hatred, recollections of his happiness and joy, flashbacks to his own cruelty. He fell into drowning despair as the chilling knife of emptiness pierced his heart. Then he gasped his tears fell short as a saddened smile spread across his face. The one memory that pulled it all together was the one that started everything. Loona smiling calling him her friend and accepting him for who he was. Even though he pushed her away and destroyed what they had, it made him smile, for at least now he could die knowing that he had felt that feeling. The feeling of...

love. Someone had loved him even if it was temporary even if that same person hated him now, he had been truly appreciated by someone. His tears turned into a snicker, then a chuckle and finally a booming laugh. He wasn't sure if it was insanity or something else, but a 3000-pound weight had been lifted off his chest. He was free, in these chains he was free and that was humorous, the irony of it all. So, he laughed, to his own little inside joke, to his own "insanity", what do you call a person who knows they're crazy? Unwell? Insightful? No.......you call them

Accepting.

Meanwhile

Enzio was flipping through the pages of his levitating grimoire while dressers clothed him in dark robes. From the pages of the book, he pulled out a fuzzy photo, it was a picture of newborn baby in the arms of a beaming father.

Enzio: You know this is the only picture of Y/n I have?

Dresser: Oh really?

Enzio: Yeah, it's a shame really....

He summoned a flame and burned it in his hands.

Enzio:.......that it's such an UGLY bookmark.

He laughed coldly, snapping his grimoire shut.

Enzio: I'll be sure to get a better one today.

He brushed the dressers away and snapped his coat collar. He burst through his bedroom doors while a rogue dresser continued to attempt to iron his cape.

Enzio: All the pieces have finally fallen into place, years of work and trial to finish this book so that I may raze this godforsaken place and claim it as my own!

He scoffed.

Enzio: Tonight, I'll finally make this hard work pay off, in the most satisfying way, the ironic death of the past and the birth of a new era.

He stopped and glanced at his dresser.

Enzio: How was that was that good?

Dresser: You mean your monologue sir?