𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋, 𝙃.𝘽, 𝙃.𝙃

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝟯𝟳

Y/N's eyes fluttered open to reveal a chaotic scene of medics in frantic motion, their green and black uniforms a stark contrast against the crimson stains that had seeped into the pavement around her. The acrid smell of blood and burned metal filled her nostrils as she took in the sight of the bustling medical personnel, their furrowed brows and tight lips whispering urgent words she couldn't quite make out. A searing pain shot through her torso, and she winced as she felt the sticky warmth of blood ooze from the gaping wound where a bullet had found its mark. Her purple irises adjusted to the harsh light, and she caught a glimpse of the medic's concerned eyes as they hovered over her, the stark white of their masks a blur in her peripheral vision.

"Ah, my apologies," murmured the medic in a soothing tone, his voice tinged with a hint of alarm as he realized she was conscious. He deftly applied a fresh piece of gauze to the injury, his gloved hands trembling slightly as he worked. The coarse fabric of the bandage brushed against her skin, sending a fresh wave of agony through her body.

In the distance, the towering form of a moth demon emerged from the smoking wreckage of the Voxtech Tower, his wings unfurling like a cloak of velvety darkness. He strutted towards her, his movements laden with a seductive confidence that seemed almost predatory. The demon's eyes widened when he noticed her, and a plume of pink smoke escaped his mouth as he let out a whistle.

"¿Que tal, linda?" he purred, his voice thick with a Spanish accent as he sauntered closer, the clack of his pointed boots echoing off the ruined streets. "It seems I've stumbled upon the infamous lady that's gotten our dear Vox so... agitated."

Y/N's tail twitched angrily, the barbed end whipping through the air as she took in his flirtatious approach. Her eyes narrowed into slits of annoyance, and she bit back the urge to roast him with the fire that smoldered within her. "I got shot, asshole," she grumbled through gritted teeth, the pain etched into every syllable. "Some goddamn turf war decided to make me its victim."

The demon leaned back, placing one hand on his hip, and the other hand delicately cupped his chin as he considered her words. His laughter was like the rustle of dry leaves, sending a shiver down her spine. "Ah, so you're the one causing all the trouble, huh?" He blew a cloud of pink smoke into her face, the sweet scent making her cough and sputter.

Y/N's nostrils flared, and she retaliated with a snarl, thick, inky smoke billowing from her nose and mouth to engulf his smug expression. He stumbled back, coughing dramatically.

"¿Ay, cuidado, mi corazón?" He chuckled, waving a hand in front of his face.

Her gaze was icy as she glared at him. "Don't you dare try that shit with me, Valentino," she warned, her voice a low growl that rumbled through the ruins.

The moth demon's eyes gleamed with surprise for a moment before he leaned in closer, his finger tracing a delicate path down her cheek. "Ah, so you know who I am," he murmured, his forked tongue flicking out to lick the pad of his finger before it reached the corner of her mouth. "A real pity. I had such high hopes for us, my dear."

He paused, the tip of his finger lingering on her lips, which parted slightly to reveal the black forked tongue that matched the one tasting the air from his mouth. "But alas, it seems my dear friend Vox has quite the hold on you." He shrugged, his wings fluttering in a display of nonchalance. "I guess that means you'll be the one on your knees for him tonight, hmm?"

The sarcasm in his voice was palpable, and Y/N felt her cheeks flush with anger. Without another word, Valentino spun on his heel and strolled away, his pink smoke trailing behind him like a lover's scent. "See you around, love," he called over his shoulder, the words dripping with mock affection.