Wrath (King Dice x Reader x Devil)

The Second Circle

A/N: Violence and Torture warning for this chapter. This was fun to write and I thought I might get a little into the devils character!

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"Alright, let's go (Y/N)," The devil lulled out, turning to the doors leading away from the Casino to the more private quarters of the building. While he seemed to expect you to follow him, you were quite hesitant about moving.

"Where to, boss?" You tried to sound confident still standing your ground, as the devil paused while opening the door, his back turned to you as he let out what you assumed was a deep sigh. Frustration was clearly emitting from him and you were starting to wonder if you had done something wrong or to irritate him.

He spoke to you as if he was speaking to a child. "I did tell you I would let you punish those sinners, right?" He turned his head so that he was looking at you, the angle of his neck making you feel quite uncomfortable, it twisting almost a full 360 degrees. "Come now Wrath," he cooed, grotesquely sweet and mocking, "I want to see that fire in you again." He flashed a sharp, toothy grin, holding the door open invitingly to you. You weren't quite sure you wanted to follow. Punish them yourself? You didn't know if you could really muster up enough sadistic hatred to give the devil the show he obviously wanted. Needless to say though, you weren't going to disobey direct orders from the boss. You flashed him an innocent, gentle smile heading through the door.

"I'll give it my best shot, boss, but I'm sure you won't be that impressed," you told him, masking your nerves with flirting.

"We'll see about that," He snickered, menace seeming to fill the halls as he stepped through them and you took to following him down the private areas of the Casino. You had been through these halls before, as you did reside within the living quarters, but you soon found yourself travelling into unknown territory, deeper into the depths of to the building until you were almost certain you weren't really inside the Casino anymore. A chill crept up your spine as you wondered if it was really a good idea to follow the devil to what you could only assume was hell by the slowly changing scenery of the hallway and candlelight to a barren wasteland and spitfire. You hadn't visited hell before. You knew it was accessible through the Casino but you never had enough bravery or stupidity to actually seek it out yourself. The Devil though, moved through the changed surroundings with the confidence to be expected of the master of Hell and darkness, seeming to know the place like the back of your hands. You had descended deep enough into the now obvious pits of hell to hear the cacophony of noise, screams, pleads, begs and sobs filling your ear, and you resisted every temptation to just cover your ears and block out the painful sounds. You became more cautious of your steps not wanting to step into or onto anything unpleasant or worse.

The Devil seemed to notice the way you were faltering and lagging behind him as he soon stopped in his track extending his hand behind him, beckoning you forward. Hastily you quickened your gait, till you were right behind him and ready as you could be to keep travelling forward. What you weren't quite expecting was for him to grab onto your hand, gripping to it tightly. You could feel the claw of his thumb gently rubbing against the back of your hand.

"Let's keep up the pace, shall we?" he rasped, a glint in his eyes that gave you the impression that he was enjoying this more than he should have been. His hand was a cool contrast to the scalding heat within hell, but the heat wasn't something you were worried about in the first place. You nodded as he practically dragged you, as the imagery of hell only got worse- barely discernible figures of what you thought were people, sinners, being tortured in unbelievably crude, sickening ways. You tried to distract yourself from the horrible scenes unfolding before you, tried to escape into a fantasy of perhaps what you could have been doing right now if the Devil didn't decide to storm into the Breakroom. You tried to wonder how far you and Dice might have gone, the way he might have touched you, kissed you, how his hands and lips would feel on your body... but despite your efforts, you couldn't escape the reality of what was happening right now. You didn't know how much longer you could really bare this and finally dared to raise your voice.

"How... How much deeper are we going to go?" You stammered out, as politely as possible.

You managed to elicit a low chuckle from the devil and he pulled you further into the reaches of hell. "Oh, my dear (Y/N), sweet wrath," he spoke to you as if you were a child once again, something you didn't quite appreciate, but also found was warranted by your naively questioning, "We're only currently in the second circle of nine and we'll only be going as far as the edge of this circle," He explained, his voice almost sweet, "The only people here are the ones who committed the sin of lust and thus this is where we'll find your men." He stopped dead in his tracks, which almost caused you to stumble, seemingly for no good reason. He merely leaned in close to you, whispering caressingly into your ear, "You've been holding up so well, My Dear, I must say I'm impressed." You shivered at the feeling of his breath on your neck, unsure on how to even respond at all to his... compliment? You were almost relieved that you didn't have to reply, as seconds later, emerging from the rest of the mass of tortured bodies, three men were dragged out by Imps towards were you and the devil was. One imp went and laid an assortment of tools, sharp objects, blades and devices at your feet, which you could only assume was at your disposal in the act of punishing the men. Their pleading rose above the rest of the screams around hell and became the only thing you could distinguish and make out.

"Please..." The one you knew to be the ringleader, the one who cut up your throat begged. "Please don't do this... Please miss... please..." The other two dared not raise their voice, merely cowering and whimpering next to him. You immediately felt sickened by his sobbing. Now he begs. Now he's sobbing. Calling you Miss and being respectful. Now, when facing the consequences, the punishment for his sins, does he feel regret. Only now does he feel remorse.

You felt no mercy for him.

You let out a light chuckle, your eyes half-lidded as you stared down onto him. "I don't recall you ever stopping when I had requested you leave me alone," You told him your voice calm, composed, deadly. Your lips twitched up into a smirk, and you were vaguely aware of the Devil's deep throaty laugh from directly behind you.

You could see the man shrinking under your gaze, trembling and shaking. "Please... Miss... I'm begging you... I swear... I'd never do it again! Never again to you..." he whimpered. You felt your rage boiling inside you, and without even realising it you had a knife in your hand and you had gashed him across the face.

"Never again to Me?" You hissed at him, as he stifled his scream from the pain as you stabbed his hand into the floor. "I'll make sure you never touch anyone again." You spoke softly and calmly, but your eyes told a different story, fire blazing wildly and rapidly in them. You fumbled around and grabbed whatever sharp object you felt first, puncturing through his other hand before one more sweet idea came to your mind, as you listened to his sobbing and cries of pain. You pulled the knife out of his hand and held it to his throat, digging it deep into him and dragging it tediously slowly across his neck, his pleads never seeming to stop. When you had finally pulled the knife away, leaving his a bloodied mess, you turned your attention to the other two, becoming aware of the feeling of something grabbing at your waist and soft fur nuzzling against your neck.

"You're doing so well my sweet Wrath," You heard the deep voice coo into your ear as you towered over the men, "Don't stop, baby, don't stop."

You wanted to stop the torture, but with the devil whispering so sweetly to you, you found yourself unable to.