Y/N led her target into the dimly lit alley, her heart racing with anticipation. Just as she prepared to strike, Velvet and Valentino emerged from the shadows.
"Ah-ah, Y/N," Velvet said, her voice dripping with amusement. "Not tonight."
Y/N's eyes flashed anger, her grip on her victim tightening. "Mind your own business," she growled, baring her teeth.
Valentino chuckled. "Vox wants you, Y/N. You're coming with us."
Y/N's face twisted in rage. "Who's Vox? You're ruining my hunt!"
Velvet grabbed Y/N's wrist, twisting it painfully. "Let him go."
Y/N snarled, releasing her victim, who fled in terror.
Y/N's eyes blazed fury. "You'll pay for this."
Valentino sneered. "We're just getting started."
Velvet injected Y/N with a sedative. Her body went limp, unconscious.
As they dragged Y/N away, Alastor's shadow watched from the rooftop, gazing out over the city. It saw Velvet and Valentino lead Y/N to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. They entered, and the shadow followed, slipping through the shadows.
Inside, Velvet and Valentino stood before a shimmering portal to Hell. Y/N, still unconscious, was dragged toward it.
The shadow observed, unseen, as they stepped through the portal, disappearing into the underworld.
The shadow returned to Alastor, reporting what it had seen.
"Vox's minions have taken Y/N," the shadow said. "They've entered Hell through a portal in the abandoned warehouse."
Alastor's eyes narrowed, his mind racing with plans to rescue Y/N and confront Vox
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Déjà Vu
Fanfic27 year old (y/n) starts her new life and career in new Orleans Louisiana as a radio host for one of the most popular radio broadcasting stations in all of louisiana. Where she learns of a broadcaster who was loved by all during the 1920's for his c...
