The Mothman of Hell (Male Hawk Moth Reader x Hellaverse Harem)

(Prologue)

7 Years Ago...

"Get back here, you little shit!" Hearing the large, bullish demon shout at me as I ran away with a breadstick in my arms.

I'd wipe the sweat off my brow with one arm, turning to see the bull Sinner running at me along with his gang in the alley. I didn't like stealing, but life in Hell was tough. If someone wasn't rich or powerful enough or friends with those who were, they were forced to do bad things just to survive. Not everyone could handle it, but I didn't want to give up. I'm tired of wearing these poor and tattered clothes I fell to Hell with and hated having to feed off of scraps while those Overlords lived like kings, not having to worry about anything, unlike most people like me.

The bull demon tried to bite my tail, quickly grabbing it and hauling my skinny mouse body faster. He owned a bakery, seeing the delicious bread through his bakery's window. Thinking he wouldn't see me, I snuck in and grabbed a breadstick before getting caught in the act by the baker himself, soon making a run for it. Turns out, it was a cannabis bakery that he owned; and all the bread, desserts, and other baked goods he made with, were with weed and all sorts of other drugs. I was too hungry to notice the strange smells emanating from inside, nor did I realize it was tied to some major gang, as if my luck couldn't get any worse.

After coming out of the alleyway I'd find myself on the sidewalk, seeing rows of moving cars along the street. I didn't have much of a choice but for me to go through it, anything to shake off the angry Sinners chasing after me.

Fortunately, I managed to escape them briefly, miraculously surviving running through the street without getting hit by the oncoming traffic. Afterward, I'd stop at a park to catch my breath, but my respite wouldn't last long as I soon heard the angry stomping of the bull Sinner. I'd turn around to see him and his gang standing by the park entrance, noticing him glaring at me with his demonic orange eyes, visibly seeing his warm breath being exhaled from his nostrils. He still had on his white chef jacket and black apron dirtied with flowers and dough mixed with the weed and drugs, soon to be my blood if I can't think of a way to get out of this troublesome situation.

"Listen, I'm sorry I stole from you!" Begging to the bull Sinner. "I was starving and hadn't eaten anything in days!" Slowly stepping back as they approached me.

The bull Sinner scoffed. "You think I care?" Towering over me I saw the sadistic expressions of his gang members that stood beside him. "That cannabis breadstick you're holding is worth a lot to those damned addicts who want their high. And it ain't easy or cheap to make."

"You can have it back!" Offering the weed-filled bread back to him. "I'll do anything to work off my debt, just don't hurt me!" Wincing as the bread was smacked out of my hands by the bull Sinner, doing everything I could not to cry and appear strong.

"Oh, you'll work alright. You got a decent enough body, for a mouse girl~" Hearing him and his gang laugh right after, feeling an overwhelming sense of dread. I didn't want to be violated by them, I came this far not having to sell my body and become some prostitute or porn actor, especially under Valentine. I'd rather kill myself than let any of them touch me.

But before any of them could do anything to me, they all stopped, looking petrified as they looked up. I didn't know why they were so scared, but then I sensed something behind me, turning around to see a large dark figure flying above us. My eyes widened at the sight, looking like some giant male winged creature, almost like a moth, though it was hard to make out any details as he was shrouded in darkness. The only thing I could see was his red eyes piercing through the darkness as his wings kept flapping back and forth, hovering there in the air... menacingly.