After an assassination on his girlfriend, which also resulted his death, Y/N roams hell searching for her. All while he discovers his sinner powers deriving from his place of death.
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Void, pitch black. That's all that surrounded me. I've read stories of people dying in hospitals and then being resuscitated. They said it was similar to this. My hands, they're green. All of me is green. I'm glowing green. It's like that one kids movie, about that girl that grew gigantic at her wedding.
Authors note: That movie is amazing.
There's something else though. Its a sinking feeling. Was I actually falling? Then I looked down. I could see a faint red light. It was coming closer. No, I was going closer. I was falling. I looked up, and saw a white light growing fainter.
No Pov
Unknown to Y/N, he was changing form. He began to grow fur, and a tail. His facial features became close to that of a hellhound. Claw mark scars formed on his neck, signifying the way he died. The hellhoundish appearance was of similar reason. His hands also became clawed, and his eyes turned a bright green.
He got closer and closer to the red light. He noticed a strange shape at it's core. A pentagram. He fell through it, and for the second time in only minutes, he blacked out.
He woke up in an alley. To be exact, he landed in a dumpster. What a shitty entrance. He had a headache, and he rubbed his face to discover a snout. He nearly poked out his eye with his sharp claws.
Y/N Pov
The hell is this thing? I need a mirror!
I got up and dusted myself off. I walked over to the road, and stared into the window of the shop. The glass barely reflected me, but I saw what I had become. A monster, Demon, I really don't care. I just want to know why. I heard whispering around me. I shifted my gaze in the window, and caught a glimpse of the street. Several demons were scattered about, whispering to each other. They all had wide grins, and fully black, soulless, eyes. I turned to face them.
Y/N: Got a problem?
Cannibal 1: Yes, why's a hound here at the Cannibal Colony?
Cannibal 2: He fell from the sky you fuckin' moron.
Cannibal 2: He's a sinner!
Several Cannibals licked their lips.
Cannibal 1:Well I wasn't opposed to eating a hellhound, but sinners are tasty!
Cannibal 2: We're all sinners you fuckin' moron!
Cannibal 1: Shut up Susan!
Susan: Fuck you-
Y/N: Y'all have issues.
Several cannibals brandish pitchforks and kitchen utensils.
Y/N: Great... *Sighs*
No Pov
Several cannibals charge him. One throws his pitchfork like a trident. It crashes into the window behind him, and Y/N rips it free. He thrusts it at the nearest cannibal and it catches on their pitchfork.
Cannibal 1: Welcome to Hell!
Y/n kicks the cannibal behind him to the ground and disarms the cannibal his pitchfork was locked with. He drove his own into the cannibals heart, and he fell to the ground. Strangely, he could see what looked like a ghost of the cannibal he had just killed. Another cannibal lunged at him. Y/N grabbed and redirected him into the shops window behind him. More cannibals surrounded him.
Inside the shop
???: Enjoy your pinkies and thumbs!
A cannibal with a large hat smiles as she sends a customer off.
A cannibal crashes through the window and lands in front of the counter.
???: Oh dear...
Back Outside.
Several cannibals lay dead on the ground. Some were impaled with the pitchforks or utensils they previously held. Other had severe claw marks. Y/N was just finishing the last of them off, when a cannibal came out from the shop.
???: Oh my! Such lovely merchandise!
Y/N pulls his clawed hand from the last cannibals chest, and it falls to the floor. He looks over to the new cannibal. As he did so, he noticed all the souls hovering around the dead cannibal bodies. They were glowing green, the same color as his eyes. He touched one, and it was absorbed into his hand, much to his surprise. A gash he had gotten on his arm began to heal.
Y/N Pov
Y/N: You gonna try to kill me too?
???: Oh heavens no! You've done me a good service. I'll have stock for a month! *She gestures to the dead cannibals.*
???: And you killed Susan? I might have to auction her!
Y/N: Okay...? Who are you then?
???: Gestures to the sign above the shop.*
Y/N: Franklin & Rosie's Emporium?
Rosie: That's me!
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Y/N: Franklin, or Rosie?
Rosie: *Chuckles to herself*
Rosie whistles and several more cannibals come from the shop and drag the dead bodies inside.
