65 years later
Amber's P.O.V:
I regret signing that damn contract all those years ago. I didn't realize that I was giving away my soul when I sighed. The damn pig I thought would be my friend was nothing but a damn monster. I have been killing so many demons who have done nothing but piss off Agrona. I still remember all their faces. Their names. Their screams. I still try to wash their blood off my hands. My hands will never be clean. I was looking over the corpse of a small Imp and gripping the cleaver in my hand with blood covering my hands before I kneeled in front of the dead Imp and gently closed his eyes. I will remember you, little Imp. I promise. I started to get up and walk over to the same butcher shop I was guided to, only to see Agrona yelling at some hellhound looking scared in the window. I gritted my teeth and slammed open the door, making Agrona stop yelling at the poor hellhound and look at me.
"Oh, it's my favorite, Little Lamb! Did you kill that damn Imp like I told you to?" he said, forgetting about the hellhound and walking over to me, about to touch my cheek, before I slapped his hand away and looked at him. "Yes, I took care of him. I need to clean up." I said, walking away from Agrona and going upstairs to the small room that Agrona gave me. It had a mattress on the floor with a box full of clothes that remind most people of the homeless, a hole in the ceiling with a bucket under it so the rain doesn't flood my room, a small table that had a cracked mirror on it, and a small window that had a wood plate on it to keep the wind from coming in. I looked over to the broken mirror on a small table and frowned before gently touching the bags under my eyes. My black ram horns were covered in blood, making them look like they were dark red, and I pushed my fingers to the corner of my lips to force myself to smile. I sighed and closed my eyes, remembering what My Radio said about smiling. Remember to smile, my Little Lamb. I don't want any sour thoughts to ruin your beautiful face. I'm trying to... I'm genuinely trying to, My Radio Star. It's hard. It gets harder every day when I do these horrible acts. I know that I did the same thing, but these demons are innocent... I'm only killing hell-born. I can't-
"You little bitch. You dare slap the hand that feeds you?!" I looked at the corner of the mirror to see Agrona standing there with my soul contract, and I glared at him before I looked away and felt Agrona standing behind me. I felt him pull my hair hard to make me look at him, and I glared at him before he smirked and said, "You are lucky that today is your last day working for me. I won't have to deal with you anymore. I might make that hellhound my new errand brat. So enjoy your life as long as you can, Little Lamb."
He suddenly slammed my head against the mirror, and I yelled in pain before I felt him let go of my hair, and I held my head, feeling the blood on my fingertips. I looked over at the table and saw my soul contract before I gritted my teeth and grabbed my soul contract, putting it in my pocket. I won't be the lamb to the slaughter anymore. I won't... I won't be a victim anymore. I won't be anyone's weapon anymore! I will not be the busboy! I will be... the head chef.
I started to smile and slowly followed Agrona before I saw him in the back, getting some freshly cut meat for the following order. I tilted my head to the side and saw his favorite cleaver on the table behind him. I carefully grabbed it and pulled it off the table, getting Agrona's attention. I looked over the cleaver and gently touched the blade before smiling and seeing my old self with my hair down. I heard Agrona say something, but I wasn't paying attention. I could only hear my thoughts, and I finally looked up to see Agrona, who looked terrified, trying to grab one of his other cooking knives, only to see them all gone before looking at me and saw that all his knives were by my feet.
He was starting to shake in fear and spoke, in an angry voice, "What the fuck?! What did you do, Amber?!" I just looked at him and walked slowly toward him; with each of my footsteps, I felt the air becoming heavier, as if I was going down a darker path than before. I looked at the cleaver's blade, and I saw my old self crying in the blade before I realized I was right in front of Agrona, and he was shaking in fear. I tilted my head to the side and smiled softly at Agrona before he started shaking, thinking it was okay, and I finally spoke, "I hope you enjoyed controlling me, Mister Agrona. I want you to know that I would have been a great alley if you didn't treat me like shit."
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A Chef and Radio Demon (Hazbin Hotel fanfiction Alastor x OC)
FanfictionI sometimes wonder if I went down the wrong path. I believed in a higher power, thinking it would protect me when I felt the lowest, but only the devil answered me. A monster. at least that's what people called him. but I called him my Radio Star. h...
