Of Woes and Shadows (Wednesday x reader)

Chapter 43: Evelynn

Warning: torture, alcohol and cigars. Song is "Blood in the Cut" by K. Flay

"I swear that's all I know- ack!" the man coughs up a waterfall of blood over the white marble floor. His salty tears were scattered across his face like the fresh cuts from your knuckle knife. His face appeared like a child had tried to make him appear like a tiger with red markers but in reality the way he shook and begged for mercy appeared like an injured zebra while your glowing red eyes in the dim lighting looked like the eyes of Tiger in the night. Eyeing and imagining what they'll do to their prey.

With a emotionless face you swing once more at his face. Making him and the chair he was tied to, fall to the ground. His whimpering only made your annoyance more evident. Grabbing a handful of his hair you pull his face up, forcing him to acknowledge you.

"Bullshit," you sneer. "Your record of being a huge nosey person begs to differ. Everyone you've falsified papers for you investigate their past to blackmail them for money or for protection if they achieve success. Now, tell me MARILYN THORNHILL'S ACTUAL IDENTITY! WHY DID YOU BURN THE PAPERS CONTAINING HER TRUE IDENTITY? "

A cool and firm yet gentle hand falls on your tense shoulders. Normally, you would've snapped the person's hand when you were agitated, but your body knew who it was. "Enough Y/N. We can have Evelynn or one of your demons look into his memories."

Looking back to face the gentle eyes of Crown-Prince Edgar. His eyes were the same shade as your best friend's. Both of them always knew how to calm you down. Some of the few who knew how to do it. And if your wondering if Wednesday is in that group, she was not. On the contrary she was in the group that knew what buttons to push to drive you into a state of pure anger that rivaled your ex's father's anger- Satan! Ironically, Evelynn knew how to claim you down. Then again it was a 2 year relationship.

Dropping the man's head, kicking his leg, and breaking it, you begin to wash your hands with the towel your Godfather's son held towards you. With each scrub and twirl, you let the white towel do as it slithered around your fingers the red in your eyes toned down a bit. "I'll have Louche have fun with him."

With that, you both walk out of the room that is now flickering as a figure with long limbs and black hair towers over the shrieking man.

"Go and relax Y/N. Like it or not, we have to play the waiting game-"

"WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THAT EDIE! WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME- THE BURNING OF THE LAWN AT NEVERMORE IS THE DECLARATION OF WAR-" You stop yourself as reality smacks you in the face. You were talking to the Crown-Prince of your species, not a comrade or simple soldier or servant. Even though both of you were close, almost like siblings it didn't mean you could act so familiar with him! Dropping to the ground and slamming your head on the ground you apologize, "I apologize for speaking in such away your highness. I accept any punishment you wish to be fall on me-"

"Raise your head." You do as you were told and feel a soft yet hard karate chop on top of your head followed by a head nugie. "I've told you not to address me so formally. We're technically family- distant relatives ya know!"

Helping you up the young prince's face falls into a serious one. "But if you want to go down that path then listen to my decree, go and rest. You've been pushing yourself. I need you to be well rested if you wish to help me get to the bottom of this."

Seeing no way out, you accepted. Leading you to the red-lighted run-down bar that was miles upon miles from Nevermore. Far away from Wednesday.

The red lighting did nothing in helping people see what was in front of them, making a large portion of the customers nocturnal outcasts. There were normies but nonetheless, clearly 60% of the customers were outcasts. Doja Cat's "streets" blasted as people on the small dance floor weaved their bodies together or against each other in the bricked building that mimicked a chimney. The lighting made them appear like the black fire that your ex's father could conjure. The smoke of cigarettes and buds made the illusion even stronger. Especially the one coming from your lips. The nicotine tasted bitter and asher than ever. Then again you stopped smoking when you started dating Evelynn.