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Devil (Karma Akabane x Reader) {Mafia!AU}

Trigger warning: violence

A hail of bullets flew overhead. Several of your men laid dead before you, but there was no time to worry about that. You and your surviving group were quickly getting pushed back by the members of the infamous mafia group, the leader more ruthless than any other mafia leader you've ever encountered: Karma Akabane.

When he attacked another group, he left no one alive. Mercy was something he never showed and the rumors that circled around about him made you all the more nervous. People referred to him as the Karma of Death after his tendency to only take part in the killing if there was someone who deserved death more than anyone else. Even if he didn't take part in most of the killings, he still had blood on his hands after all the people he ordered his men to murder.

Over the past few months, your group quickly began to rise in power until your mafia group's influence rivaled Karma's. Without any warning, you and your men found yourselves under attack by the Karma of Death himself. His men were skilled in all methods of fighting, but guns were mainly their expertise.

So many of your men were down while nearly all of his were still standing. They hardly gave you or your group any openings to fire back. You were cornered and trapped without any way to fight back.

The fight lasted several hours; neither side willing to give up easily. You used every opportunity you got to fire your own weapon and managed to shoot down some of his men, but it seemed as if he had a never-ending supply of fighters. With every man that got shot down, another one took his place. Meanwhile, your members were dwindling to a horrifying low number.

You quickly darted out of cover to fire your own round of bullets. After you fired the last round of bullets, you tried moving back into cover only for your leg to give out, sending you falling backward. The first thing you noticed was all the blood that pooled around you and the growing numbness in your leg.

You were shot.

The moment that realization hit you, the pain that was once blocked out by the adrenaline flooded over you, causing you to cry out. It took every last bit of energy you had left to pull yourself back into cover. A whimper escaped your lips as you pressed your hands firmly against the open wound in an attempt to slow the heavy bleeding.

For the remainder of the fight, your mind dwindled in and out of consciousness. Every time you opened your eyes, less and less of your men stood before you until there was no one left. An eerie silence fell over the room. There were no gunshots to be heard, but you weren't glad to realize that. No; it meant you lost. All your men were dead.

A chuckle echoed throughout the room. Your body froze, fear overwashing you. You didn't need to see him to know who it was; Karma of Death.

A pair of footsteps resounded and each step taking it closer and closer to where you hid. As quietly as you could, you started pushing yourself back towards the wall, biting your lip to stop you from crying out. The pain in your leg never faded. In fact, with the rush of adrenaline dwindling down from the end of battle, the pain was more intense than ever.

Your back hit the wall and your body screamed to run, but you wouldn't have been able to make it even a few feet under the shape you were in. This was the price you'd pay for going up against the infamous Karma Akabane.

Your chest tightened as he finally emerged into sight, a wicked grin present on his face. It was almost as if he found the sight of all the dead bodies around him amusing. As disgusting of a thought it may be, you wouldn't be surprised if it was actually true.

"Well, well. If it isn't [name], my rival's Mafioso. What an interesting title for a girl like yourself," he purred, his voice silky smooth.

"Just kill me already," you spat out, your eyes never leaving his. You wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing how terrified you truly were.

"Oh, a tough guy, are we? I'd love to have the pleasure of killing such a high ranked member as yourself, but I do have a reputation to maintain, after all."

"What?" you mused, a smirk forming on your lips. "The big, bad Karma of Death doesn't have the balls to kill a girl? And here I thought you were a threat."

He chuckled loudly and swiftly brushed his hair out of his face before wrapping his hand around your throat. In an instant, you had your hands gripping his, trying desperately to pry his hand off to no avail.

"As you see, I have no problem killing a girl," he said through gritted teeth, that smirk of his never fading. His hand suddenly let go, allowing you to gasp for air. "But you don't qualify to die at the hands of myself. It was an act of fate that you, alone, somehow managed to survive this fight. I've never been one to get in the way of fate."

"Survive and go where? All my men are dead. You might as well just kill me now and get it over with."

He squatted down in front of you so that the two of you were eye-level. His eyes were an odd sort of pale gold color. That wasn't something you ever heard in any of the stories you heard of him. You couldn't help but wonder how many men even got the chance to look into his eyes before being murdered.

He pulled out a blade and waved it in front of your face. To his amusement, you didn't even flinch, let alone look at the weapon in hand. He dragged the blade across your cheek, soft enough that it didn't draw blood but hard enough that you felt the pain of the sharp knife.

"Perhaps if you ask me nicely I'd consider allowing you to join my mafia."

You scoffed at the offer and rolled your eyes. "Go to hell, Karma."

"Oh, I plan to, sweetheart, but that's off topic." His eyes felt as if they were boring a path right into your soul. For the first time since this conversation started, you looked away from him. "You could be very useful to me."

You leaned in closer to him until your face was only inches apart from his. He seemed unphased by the close proximity. In fact, he appeared to even enjoy it.

"Just. Kill. Me."

He sighed and for a split second, you thought he may actually give in to your wish. Instead, a searing pain flared up from your calf. It felt as if a fire was lit inside the wound and the burning spread all across the whole leg. You couldn't help but scream as the pain worsened.

Just as suddenly as it started, the pain ceased. Black spots danced across your vision making everything blurry, but what you could see clearly was the smirk on Karma's face as he held up one bloody finger in your field of view.

"Care to accept my offer now?"

Your vision was still blurry and your breaths were ragged, but you still somehow found the energy to speak.

"No-"

"Wrong answer."

The pain started up again, much more intense before. Tears slipped down your face as you struggled to stay conscious. The pain was so excruciating that you couldn't think; couldn't breathe.

He pulled his finger out of your wound and you sucked in a giant breath. You balled your hand into a fist and bit down on it to keep you from whimpering. In a matter of minutes, he's reduced you to nothing more than a crying child.

"You're a fucking devil," you managed to choke out.

"I'll take that as a yes, then."

On the verge of falling unconscious, you hardly even noticed when he picked you up from the ground and started carrying you outside of the building. You had no energy to fight or even speak. He may not have killed you, but he certainly killed your will. Right before you slipped into unconsciousness, you took a glance up at his amused face.

"Welcome to my mafia, [name]."