A light and a void ( Lute x sinner reader)

Part 2: Just a drink, just a think

Y/n:s pov:

I leaned my head back to stare up at the night sky above my head to admire it's beauthy.

I love to look at the stars and the night sky thought it can't compete with the night skies on earth.

Oh, how i missed earth very much, what i would give just to see those stars in the living world one more time......

I didn't even do anything truly bad in my living life.....

It was only people stupitidy and their crazy superstition..................

Not even my own family defended me against the judge........

Assholes.......

Life is just as fragile as that, and those minical sins were enough for God to punish my soul by sending it down here in this fiery pit with all the perverts , scamners and Overlords to rot and burn.

My first few months in Hell was horrible. Even after all these years i still couldn't belive how many creeps offerd me to take shelter into their homes since they knew i was new here . They all act super friendly but i knew better and instead i took whatever job i could to survive here.

The usual paychecks was unfair but beggers can't be choosers and now i got fired from your job cause i showed a friendly gesture to missfortunate people in need.

Great.... 😒

I kicked an empty bean can on the sidewalk, watching it roll over to the street and cars running over it, flatting it out.

I still feelt a little numb after the run , my head ached and my mouth feelt dry, i needed something to drink or i would soon faint, i'm sure

But my thought were interupted when i noticed a colorful billboard beside me and you glanced over your shoulder to find a bar.... a rather crappy-looking bar in my opinion

I hummed at the tought and began to search into my pants-pockets only to find a few wrinkled up dollars.

I knew i had to really careful with money now that i'm jobless and all but a cheap beer wouldn't be so bad right now.

Yeah, just a quick drink, then i'll go home a figure this all out somehow

I stepped inside that bar despite my bad gut feeling about it

The bar looked old, like in the wild west-movie old.

Most of the people in there were men who either sat at the red tables and played cardgames, drank beer at the bar until their faces were all red and the rest were just chilling around.

But the moment i stepped i could feel all eyes on me like if i was some kind of exotic animal

I guess that i didn't look like a common customer judging by my uniform ( that still had grease on it) and my nice, washed hair.

I just decided to ignore all the stares and sat down at stol beside the bar counter and slammed down the few bucks that i had on me
" The road beer deer , please"
I orderd the bartender in a polite tone as i adjusted myself into the stol

The bartender imedietly turned his head aroound like an owl and somehow scanning me from head to toe before winking at me as he set down the glass he was cleaning
" Comming right up, sugar"
While glancing at my lips with a smirk

I gagged at that nickname. I was sick of it.

When you're in hell you get catcalled ALOT, i don't even know how many times demons on the street has either whistled, shouted or followed me threw my years here in Hell.