𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 ||𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐨𝐢||

Prologue

A/N I COULDN'T HOLD BACK. I REALLY WANTED TO POST A TEASER. SO PLS DONT HATE ME.

"What?" Oikawa looked at his boss in disbelief.

"You are fired. Don't make me repeat myself" he said strictly and glared at Oikawa.

"But why?" he clenched his fists and gulped down his anger.

"This company requires a skilled worker who will come to work every day and work efficiently. And you Mr.Oikawa have been skipping work days, you haven't turned in your reports and you have slowed down the entire project. I'm sorry, but I can't have employees like you" he said and handed Oikawa the resignation form.

After a couple of minutes he walked out of the bosses office. He could feel the stares and glares on him as he walked to his corner and picked up his stuff.

How much will he have to suffer?

"Oikawa! What happened?" suddenly Matsukawa approached him.

"I got fired..." he answered sadly, keeping his head low.

"You'll be fine, you'll find another job in no time" Matsukawa said cheerfully and ran off.

Like hell, there was no way Oikawa will find another job unless he goes to another city. Why can't he have anything?

He walked out of the office building and felt the cold drops of rain hit him. He forgot his umbrella with him, it wasn't supposed to rain.

While walking home a couple of cars almost hit him, he tripped and ruined his suit, lost his money. He felt crushed. Did life really hate him that much?

He finally reached his house, if you can call it like that. A couple of windows were shattered, his door was barely holding on. A letter in his mailbox indicated something that Oikawa has been afraid of.

They gave him the last warning. If he doesn't pay the money for the house and property, he will be kicked out. If he doesn't pay all the loans he has taken, he will be kicked out, basically there is no going back.

He lost his job, where will he get money now?

He unlocked the door and walked in, heading straight for the bathroom to dry himself off. A slightly broken mirror showed Oikawa his disgusting reflection. His pale skin which was turning oddly grey, maybe because all that he has been eating was cup noodles. His hair was oily and messy, his ribs were starting to show.

He hated himself.

He would have given anything to turn back time to around a couple of years ago, but he couldn't do that.

He prayed to every single god asking for help, he even did weird rituals, went to witches and stuff, but one was able to help him, his depression was taking over him.

"I tried everything! From moving on to praying to God! What else can I do!!?" he screamed as he threw a cup at the wall, shattering it.

He felt guilty afterwards so he tried picking up the shards, but only ended up cutting his finger. He watched as the red liquid escaped his skin and fell onto the wooden floor.

Red.. The color of the devil..

Devil?

"Well, that's one thing I haven't tried out yet, so let's give it a shot" he mumbled to himself and picked up some candles.

He prepared everything and sat down. Closing his eyes he said:

"Satan, I summon you. I have nothing to lose, so please make yourself known"

He waited, but nothing happened. Not even a small breeze of cold air.

"What am I even expecting? This shit doesn't work" he said to himself.

Was there something to live for? Did his life have any purpose left? He didn't want to live on the street, he really didn't. Dying sounded better than that.

Oikawa stood up and ran to his bathroom, his mind was clouded by thoughts of pain and disgust. He took out his antidepressants, Oikawa looked at 15 pills in his hand. Was he ready?

As he was about to put them in his mouth he heard a voice.

"So you summon me to make me watch you kill yourself?"

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Devil!Iwa x Oikawa

Huehuheueheuehueheueheheee suffer with me

This whole fanfiction is dedicated to lolimhaikyuutrash because I really love them even though I never properly talked with 'em.

Proper updates will start after Sinner is finished!

-hatari