Wrath (King Dice x Reader x Devil)

Sweet Wrath

A/N i've been drawing a lot of devil recently, and we'll, I also drew Dice's backstory, so I thought I might share that with you, but expect to see all my devil art across the next few chapters! Also this chapter isn't exactly a lemon, bit it definitely leads into one for next chapter to its very sexual, and the next chapter is just a straight lemon! Enjoy!
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It didn't help much. You tried to keep your breathing slow and calm as you quickly escaped the confines of backstage; you weren't really willing to talk to anyone right now. You thought you might retire to your room early tonight, think things over and give yourself time to calm down and talk to Dice tomorrow. That would be the safest way to go about things. You tried to still your racing mind, walking through the quiet corridors of the private quarters, concentrating on your breathing.

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What could you possibly say to Dice? 'Hey, I know that getting souls is the whole point of this Casino and that that girl meant nothing to you and you just damned her to eternity in hell, but could we possibly just chat a bit before you go off fucking other girls when we only just became an item?' Wait. Were you even an item? It's not like you two had actually said you were. More reason that you thought your anger was unjustified. You pushed thoughts of Dice out of your mind.

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Out.

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Silence was soothing, but only to an extent. Silence also meant you being left alone with nothing but your thoughts- thoughts you didn't want to be having which continued to weave themselves in and out of your brain.

In.

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Out.

You took a few more steps. You could hear noises now. The noises were making things worse. They weren't the sort of noises that would distract you from your own mind. Faint groaning and moaning could be heard, and while soft, it was the only noise that currently aboded in the air.

Your breathing hitched.

You found yourself standing outside Dice's door, and you tilted your head slightly. Your face was expressionless, masking every emotion you were currently feeling. The perfect poker face.

"OH! King Dice!" A girlish voice squealed, giggling coming through the room. You gritted your teeth. You shouldn't be here. You shouldn't be listening. Your hands started burning up again. Why your hands? You glared down at them, in absolute frustration over everything, and were surprised to see them... smoking?

"YES!" The voice screamed again. You wanted to scream as well. You felt like you shouldn't feel betrayed, but you did. You placed your palm against the door. It started sizzling.

"MORE, MORE!" A grin crossed your face as a wild idea crossed your mind. You kept your hand against the door and sure enough it started to light up, flames starting to lick away at the wood.

Huh. You didn't realise you could do that.

The flame started eating away at the door and you admired your handiwork, your anger subsiding. This should ruin their fun. And knowing that you did ruin their fun... it improved your mood ever so slightly. You hummed and continued to stroll down the corridor, as another scream filled the halls- but the scream was certainly for a different reason than before. You turned the corner, abandoning the scene of multiple crimes before you could possibly get caught. You laughed a little bit. You were still angry as hell, but just that small act of revenge helped you at least control that rage.