Helluva Boss X Reader (Season 1)

CHAPTER 74: TIDE

Confusion. Music. Fear. Wind. Worry. Noise.

Blood.

Her palm trembled. Her appearance irrelevant. All she could see was the dried blood on her skin.

Blood. Sand. Pain. Anger. Screams. Resentment.

The scene repeated itself, like a scratched record. Over and over. The heat in her nose. The metallic taste that filled her mouth.

It had all happened so fast, but at the same time, she was trapped in an eternal pause, as if time insisted on reliving the moment from every possible angle.

Regret?

Satisfaction?

Accident?

Intention?

Guilt?

Blame?

The doubts kept piling up, and each one hit harder than the last, but there was no way out. A heavy emptiness, a mix of emotions, a knot in her stomach that wouldn't dissolve.

Pain. Anger. Guilt. Grudge. Sadness. Distrust. Fear. Betrayal.

Betrayal...

Blitzø: KID!

She looked up, and her eyes met her father's. He was hiding behind a post on the dock, watching disapprovingly. The sound of the waves, the birds and the party were no longer distant.

Blitzø: Is it too much to ask everyone to do their damn job?

Y/N: Oh, sorry!

She jumped off the coral rock she was sitting on, stumbling slightly, but soon straightened up, running towards Blitzø. Her head was still spinning, but she was trying to focus.

As she stood next to him, her eyes returned to the beach. The bright white ball was just above the horizon. The beach was empty. The concert was over. The laughter and screams had disappeared, but still echoed in her ears.

Y/N: Where's Verosika?

Blitzø: She's carryin' out the next phase of her plan.

He pointed to one of the small buildings facing the beach.

Blitzø: Singin' at the tavern next door to fuck with more drunk-ass humans. It's her routine.

Y/N: Oh..

Blitzø: We gotta hurry, the orgy they had on the beach left us behind in terms of our objectives. But our advantage is that they can't be so explicitly smutty-slutty in there, so they'll have to go one by one. It'll give us time to catch up with them, if we get on the stick.

Y/N: Uh-huh...

Blitzø peeked out and began searching for more targets among the drunk humans, his eyes locking on a ginger who was peeing into a plastic cup. The Imp smirked.

Blitzø: People used to believe gingers were demonic beings. I heard that from the client who sent me to kill that one over there. Ironic, isn't it?

He pulled his knife out of his pocket and raised it, pointing it at the drunk college boy with an even more malicious grin.

Blitzø: Well... let's make it canon, shall we?

He waited for a response to his witty comment, but none came. He looked down, only to notice the little girl had her head leaning against the wooden post next to him, staring into space.

The Imp sighed, annoyed, and snapped his fingers in front of her face.

Blitzø: Hey!

Y/N jumped, straightening up immediately.