"Your majesty... I hope you're awake..." Says a small, frail woman, clucking her tongue as she teeters over to the sleeping figure. She taps him on the shoulder before shaking her head. "You won't like this..." She tears the sheets off his bed before swiftly kicking the mattress across the room, sending the boy with it. He quickly jolts up, staring the lady down with fire in his eyes. "How dare you awake me with such disrespect?!" He roars, sprouting wings and soaring over to land in front of her, barely an inch away. She scoffs. "Don't be such a cranky pants, Yuuri. It's your coronation day, and you need to get ready." She laughs, moving around him slowly to enter his closet. 'Cranky pants?' he mouths before following her. "Bronwyn, what are you doing?" He groans, entering the large closet filled with dark clothing. She turns around to stare at him, looking him up and down.
"You know, Yuuri, you should leave me to wardrobe. You need to go... clean yourself up..." She laughs, and he scoffs before turning to look in the mirror. She was right... his usually neat black hair was now in his natural state, shaggy and in his eyes, making him look more like a cute puppy than someone that was about to be named Soul Keeper of hell, the Prince of Darkness and Despair. His usually striking brown eyes looked rather soft and kind... they did that sometimes, much to his dislike. He sighs. "Fine." He surrenders, flying up to one of the several platforms hanging from the ceiling. He opens up the cabinet and takes out his toothbrush and toothpaste, along with hair gel, his favorite pair of glasses, and eye drops. As he begins brushing his teeth, a question pops into his mind.
"Bronwyn, why is this whole thing so special for me?" He asks curiously through a mouthful of mint. She chuckles, "The prophecy, Yuuri." She says, and he groans, spitting the toothpaste out. "Prophecy prophecy prophecy! That's all I ever hear about! People talk about it all the time, but nobody tells me what the prophecy is, or why the hell I should care about it!"He exclaims, shaking his head. He grabs the eyedrops and gently squeezes a few into his eyes, making them look a little more normal.
"Also, the High Angel will be elected today at this event." Bronwyn adds. Yuuri scoffs. "Those angels are ridiculous. So nice and proper, not to mention homophobes!" He pauses. "Not that I would care about that last part." He adds, covering for himself. "Mhm." Bronwyn mumbles, and he rolls his eyes, turning back to the mirror. "Who is being elected, anyway?" He takes some hair gel and rubs his hands together before running them through his hair, making it all slick back the way he likes it to. He pops a cough drop in his mouth, then puts on his glasses and flies down after a quick once over of himself. "His name is Viktor. Maybe you've heard of him?" Bronwyn chirps. Yuuri stops in his tracks, almost choking on the cough drop. "Viktor, Viktor Nikiforov? Like, the angel of valor, king of beauty and grace, Viktor?" He stutters, and she nods. "That's the one!" Great. Just fucking great. It's bad enough that my crush is an angel, but I don't need him being elected with me... He thinks, sighing.
Bronwyn walks out of the closet, holding a black tailored suit with a red bowtie and a red kerchief in the pocket, along with a white button up undershirt. "I like this one." She says with a satisfactory tone. "Put it on, and hurry! The coach is waiting!" She calls, hurrying out the door. I sigh, pulling off my shirt and shivering at the cold. It's a good thing I've been working out... I wouldn't want to show up on an island with amazing weather and beaches galore without at least a 6 pack... I look down at my stomach and smile. Check.
I walk out, fixing my sleeve as I get into the carriage, sitting down next to the one and only. "Yuuri." He greets. "Lucifer." I reply, nodding my head to him. "It's Satan." He grumbles, and I smirk. "Not after today it isn't." I remark, scoring a disdainful growl from him. We sit in silence as the chariot moves, beginning the horrible journey up to the Safezone.
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"Viktor! Are you ready to go?" God hollers, and the one and only walks out. "Do I look okay?" Viktor asks, gesturing to the snow white suit with a golden bow tie and kerchief. "Stunning." He replies, pushing the nervous boy into the chariot. God holds a thumb up, signaling we can move. "Ah, Viktor! Did I mention that the Soul Keeper is also being coronated at the Safezone?" He asks, and Viktor shakes his head. "No, who is it?" He questions cheerfully, taking a sip of ice water. "His name is Yuuri! You may have heard of him." God announces, and Viktor's eyes go wide as he spits his drink across the chariot. "Yuuri Katsuki?" He yelps nervously. "Like, the Knight of the Underworld, King of All Things Eros, that guy?!" He adds, and God laughs. "Yep, that sounds like the guy." He says casually, taking a long sip of his smoothie.
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKETY FUCKING FUCK, Viktor thinks to himself, trying to put on a calm front.
Why does the guy I have a crush on have to be there? He groans silently.
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My Demons ~ Viktuuri
FanfictionViktor turns away, shaking his head, as Yuuri smirks darkly. "Just because you're really hot and we seem to be somehow connected doesn't mean you have to like me like that." Viktor protests nervously. The Prince of the Underworld chuckles, dark eyes...
