Psycholovers- Female Creepypasta x M!Reader

Chapter 8: You can't hide

I stood there, in shock for a few good seconds. Everyone was stunned, then noise filled the room. No one else seemed to like it either.
"Slenda, that can't be possible. She's only nine."
"Lazari, this is who you chose?"
"I kinda like the idea of him staying. We can keep an eye on him." (Sounds like Eyeless Jackie.)
"Enough." The rooms silenced, but the voice wasn't Slenda's, or even Lazari's. It was Angels.
"Every single one of here are proxy's. We know what that means, and entitles. We also know that means that once chosen, he has no choice but to accept. If he denies, death is his fate. I'm certain that no one here will allow Lazari to die, at least." She said, and the smirk in her voice was evident. She walked behind me, and stood me up. Lazari looked at her confused, before Angel stood me in front of her.
"Do you accept, or deny, this privilege?" She asked it bluntly, but it was understood clearly. Do you choose to die, or live?
"I accept to become a proxy." I said, my teeth grinding. Slenda looked surprise and caught Angel's attention.
"Angel, the next part is sealing. It's never been done on one with the blood of an angel. Everyone be on guard. It could backfire."
Angel nodded, drawing her sword. She held it over my head, but handing it to Lazari. As soon as it touched Lazari's hands, I could see the current running along it. It was electrifying her. Yet, Lazari smiled at the pain, and transformed. As she stood in front of me, a demon, I got a better look at her in the kitchen light.
Her eyes were red, pure red, and she had two horns. Spikes lined her back and left arm, and the entirety of her skin was black. It shined, almost like it had hardened. She was older, almost looking to be 20 years of age. She took the hilt of the sword, and Angel held me still.
"The sword of the Judge of Angels stands before you. It finds you worthy to be ran through." The last bit shocked me, but they didn't leave me time to react. She ran the sword through my gut, and I screamed, blood pooling in my mouth. She took the blade of the sword, and cut her hands on the edges. As she did so, our blood mixed, and it created a steaming mess. Her blood... Her blood is black. My mind raced, and I noticed something. When the sword cut through me, it made the skin flare golden light. She leaned in and grabbed the steaming blood on a finger, and pulled my shirt sleeve up. Over my shoulder, she marked it. The Operator's mark. The skin blistered on contact with our blood, the mark not wanting to stay. It dripped and she sighed, using a nail to carve it Into my skin, causing my vision to blur.
What's happening to me?

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Angel's POV:

As she ran him through with the sword, his skin turned to gold light. He was bleeding along it, and I instantly knew this would be difficult. The mark had to stay, no matter what. The mark bound him to Lazari.
The girls looked on in shock, the ritual being performed for the first time in years. Normally a weapon or the user's own body would be used, but Slenda had let me know if it came to using the Proxy ritual, my sword would have to be used. His blood would be enticing, and if a demon ingested it, it could cause them damage. Which may be why it was so enticing. Not a bad battle tactic for vampires.
She had begun to draw the symbol, and the look of pain in {Y/N}'s eyes was devastating. I had hoped not to have to resort to this, as had Slenda. Yet, no other means of him being here, a free will, made sense. No human was allowed here. Then again, he's not a human.
Lazari looked weak, and in pain. She could only hold this form for so long without it draining too many years from her. Yet, it was probably ok. She could skip puberty.
As she dug the symbol out of his shoulder, and then tried to place the blood on it, it stayed. She looked in pain, and so did he. He looked in so much pain. The ritual was almost done though.
Just a little more.
Lazari got the mark finished, and she looked in his eyes.
"I accept you as my Proxy. Live with me, fight with me, die with me. As is your duty and right." She said, pulling the sword out. He gasped, falling to his knees, and I rushed forward, setting him down. Lazari kneeled next to him, and rubbed his cheek. His eyes were fading of light, and his breathing was shallow. He reached out to Lazari, his hand resting on her cheek. She leaned forward, setting his hand on her cheek as she collapsed, and he shut his eyes for good.