✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙿𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛 | 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛 | 𝙷𝚊𝚣𝚋𝚒𝚗 𝙷𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚕

You couldn't make it in this world without power. Nor the world after, either world after. In hell you were at the mercy of overlords, exorcists, and maybe even the common demon if you were weak enough. In heaven, the very thing that protected you- was prepared to strike you down if you were to misstep just enough. And in life, things were just as dire. Misstep and lose your life, lack power and you lose it too. In Y/n's life, she had lost both. She was a ballerina, one dawning in the 1930s, Germany. She wasn't born there, nor raised in the country. Though she died there, alone in the streets of Belgium, bleeding onto the uncut stone below her.

She had let it happen, let everything happen. But apparently- being a tool in so many people's hands led you into heaven. And as she rose, sprouting two bat wings the color of snow, she saw him. The man who had taken everything from her, was just flying around in heaven. And like that, she heard a voice, a song. Whoever sang it didn't seem as important as the rage bubbling in the winner. And just as she had arrived through the pearly gates, she had been thrown out. She had sunk her new fangs into the man, she had ripped his throat apart for all the angels in heaven to see. And they did see the anger, the pain inside her soul. But chose to repel the damage they had done, and send her down to hell.

And there she limped, claiming a cave- to never be seen again.

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"So.. Sinners have been killing angels in the past," Charlie said, sitting in front of the spindly overlord. "Supposedly. None was sure of her origins, besides the holy beginning that is." Zestial told her, Charlie had joined Alastor in the Overlord's meeting this month. She had planted a seed of respect the day she led her army against the exorcists. One most the overlords was beginning to water, "Oh, the tales of hell are always sure to give one a good laugh." Alastor smiled, appearing behind the two of them. The meeting had been over for minutes, but Zestial had taken an interest in the princess. "Do you know what part of hell she fell in? Maybe someone knows something." Charlie asked, "I believe she sleeps in the wrath ring." "And no one has found her?" Alastor watched the two talk, finding it all so entertaining. But the story was just that, a story. No winner above would question the holy words of their gods. Would they?

"Of course, but I haven't seen her in years. Anyone else- unfortunate enough to find her dwelling.. She does get rather hungry." She gulped, "But- She's real?" Her face quickly lit up, switching from her face of remorse as quickly as a light switch. "You haven't mentioned this demon before, Zestial," Alastor spoke up, and the spider hummed. "I doubt she would have helped your cause. No one despises heaven more than she." Charlie bounced up, "But- she was there. At some point.. Right?" "And if a winner can be cast down to hell- can't a sinner be-" "Slow down dear, her exile wasn't unlike your father's." He was right, the angels were the ones declaring each soul's place. And they all knew the angel's disdain for Charlie's plan. No angel, no seraphim would ever be willing to let a sinner climb. They had all learned that the hard way.

The princess straightened herself, "The angels are going to come back- we- Nifty- killed Adam. Who knows if they want revenge?" "And you think this dancer will help you?" The radio demon turned to Zestial, "Perhaps. She will be rather cranky if you wake her." "And if you were to do it?" Alastor asked, "If a familiar face were to ease her from her sleep?" Charlie couldn't read his face, couldn't see if he fell either way before he replied.

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"Vaggie, relax. We got this. Two overlords and a princess of hell? Done deal!" Charlie smiled, talking on her phone as the other two walked ahead. "And why is it you restrain her from our cause?" Zestial glided over a pile of stained blood, "One of her origin does not deserve the pain they bring up there." Before he could respond they had reached the cave's inner entrance. Skeletons lay around the cave walls, almost like a moat. It was pitch black, besides the light easing from Alastor's cane- that began to light up the room. Charlie caught up to them, shoving her phone in her suit pocket. "Oh, uh god." She scanned the room's bodies. "Let's ease her up slowly.." Zestial turned to the left, and where the other two thought it was just another cave stalactite, he recognized his friend.