'^{CATWALK}^' hazbin hotel [velvette x reader]

1-Witchcraft

y/n pov

It was a brisk autumn day, I was huddled in my coat around candles and whispering a spell. Wind gusted all around me but a subtle spell helped the candles to keep burning. I finished the main curse and raised my arms, releasing the spell keeping the candles lit. One by one, the flames burnt out and I lowered my arms. Perfect, I thought. My trail is hidden. Then I realized.

There was a single candle left burning. And until it went out, my trail would be exposed and vulnerable for any cops. They'd find the bodies, and the blood-soaked tapestry. The runes and the purple fire and the corpses burning to crisps.

So I began frantically fanning the candle, waiting for it to go out. The only reason I wasn't blowing it out was because my spellbook says:

Do not blow out candles, wait for wind or fan it

Unfortunately, the flame stubbornly stayed alive. I checked my surroundings and then kept fanning.

Just in time for the cops! Yay. Fuck my life.

"Hands up, Y/N! You're under arrest for murder and witchcraft. Everything you say will be used against--" The officer was cut off by the loud sounds of my footsteps retreating into the shadow.

Then, a loud BANG and everything

went

black.