Deals With The Devil (Chris MotionlessXreader)

Ghostie

When you awoke, you were in a cathedral looking place, with the only light being red candles. Everything was dusty and old, but still sturdy, somehow. When you sat up, you realised you were on a long chair, with the ghost man next to you with his hands together. He looked like he was praying, but for what?
'W-Where am I...?' You mumbled, feeling your heart throb rapidly in fear. His eyes were shut and his lips were painted black, with something shiny over them.
'Do you believe in God?' He asked you, not moving.
'I used to, but only when I needed help. But he never helped me...' You responded and looked straight ahead at the coffin that was laid at the front of the room.
'Who's coffin is that?' You asked.
'Mine. My family's. My friends. It belongs to us all, we all end up in there.' His breathing became slow and shaky, like he was going to cry. He opened his eyes, and stared at his hands which were still covered with gloves.
'Is something wrong?' You asked him. He started chewing on his lip and mumbling his words.
'Fine...I'm fine...fine I am...am I fine?'
'You're not.' You swallowed whatever courage you had and held his hand, asking him for his name.
'I have many names...death, life, demon, sadness and mistake. But my birth name, was Devin Sola.' He gripped your hand tightly and looked at you.
'I make friends with souls that will be killed so they can be with me, y'see?' He put his hand on your head and frowned. 'But you're special, so I need to protect you, y'know.' He sighed and looked up at the wooden ceiling.
'What do you pray for, Devin?' You asked him.
'I pray for God to let me go back to hell. It's better then earth, and he knows it.'

Hours later, you finally got back to Chris, but once you did, he was furious.
'I said ten minutes! Not two hours!' He yelled as he grabbed your hand and stormed away from the lost little ghost boy.
As you made your way back to Chris's tent, he asked you a very strange question.
'What did he tell you?'
You didn't want Chris to know about what you talked about, it was personal!
'N-Nothing!' You flinched and looked back at the exit, wondering of running away was the best option. But he sighed and sat on his bed, leaning back and stretched his legs.
'While you were gone, I went out and got you some food,' Chris smiled and opened up his little bag that hung off his headboard and pulled out two containers with rice in them 'I'm not sure what humans like so I got this.'
'Thank you.' You were being quieter than usual, which worried Chris.
'Are you okay?' He asked.
'I'm fine, just tired.' You muttered and grabbed your food, beginning to eat it.
'Well, you can sleep in my bed. I'll go somewhere elsewhere.' He smiled began to think about leaving you like he thought you wanted him to.
'Actually, is there somewhere else I can go?' You asked.
'Sure. Whatever you want.' He agreed before standing up and beginning to walk away.
'I have to go do something.' He left you alone.

After finishing your food, you ended up looking around the small tent. There wasn't much, only things a normal man would have. You started to wonder if he really was a different person, and if he had secrets. He isn't innocent, right?
'Hello?' A familiar voice called, startling you as you quickly turned around. It was the girl from before. Except her blonde hair was now knotted and messy.
'Y-Yes?' You stuttered, realising how suspicious you look.
'Well, me and the girls wanted to know if you wanted to try some new clothes on. Those ones are kinda...' She trailed off as you looked down and studied you're alcohol drenched t-shirt and tracksuit pants.
'I don't think anything you had would fit me. I'm not that tiny.' It was true, the girls were very 'twig like', and your self esteem was already non-existent.
'Don't be silly! You're pretty! But, if you want to fit in around here, you should probably change.' Since she insisted, you obliged and followed her into what she liked to call, the 'girls tents'. The walls were black and red, with star-like patterns on them. She led you into a small room full of mirrors, which kinda scared you. She gave you a bunch of different outfits, and left you on your own. They were all kind of long, considering your hight, but somewhat fit well, but you couldn't focus on that. You were creeped out by the mirrors. They were all staring at you. Judging you. It was bad enough getting changed in front of all of them, but then something happened. The reflection in the mirrors began to change and shift into unholy creatures, all of them, variations of your being. You shook uncontrollably, but couldn't bring yourself to move. You were dressed like a slut. You thought about how ugly you were becoming. Were the images really changing? Or were you just seeing yourself for who you really were? The door behind you began to bang and yelling emerged from the other side.
'Get her out of there! She's going to die!'
Die? Why were they panicking about that? Why does it matter? Suddenly, the ungodly creatures in the mirrors began to reach out to you.
'Why did he do this to you...?' One growled softly, with a sympathetic tone.
'You were so innocent, and now you're a fucking cow...' Another one added. Looking at yourself, you began to agree.
'I know..'
'You should've killed yourself the moment you saw him with that whore...' The first one mumbled.
'Yes..I should've...' They began to persuade you with what you could've done, until a girl busted into the room.
'Be gone from whence you came fowl beasts!' The girl screamed and the monsters scrambled back into reflections. You're expression was blank. You couldn't bring yourself to comprehend what just happened. The girl had perfectly done half black, half red hair and she wore a short, black dress and a tiny top hat.
'Are you alright?' She asked. You blinked a few times before stumbling back and passing out from shock.