Hell's Queen

Reaper

I chuckled as I watched the little mortal run away, running towards his room.

Though after I gave that light chuckle I coughed up a bit of blood. Who knew that something as small and fragile as him could pack such a punch...

Actually, he moved so fast, I didn't have a chance of seeing him...

A frown pulled at my lips, my brows furrowing. A normal mortal shouldn't be able to move faster than me... I was known as the fastest Angel, not even God could keep up with me the last time we fought! Yet, I stood no chance of seeing a single mortal who was a few inches away from me...

This mortal keeps on getting more and more interesting... More and more mystery unfolds around him, but I don't know why... What happened to him to make him so unique?

Shaking my head, I stood up and brushed off the bit of dust that landed on me. The injuries would be healed in a small bit, so I have nothing to worry about. After all, I am the King of Demons, plus I was one of the few powerful Archangels along side Sans.

Silently, I sat on the couch and turned on the TV, flipping through the channels. I was bored out of my mind now that Geno was gone.

Frankly, I only came to those pathetic mortals because Hell was getting dull. And to be honest here, I kind of want to go back, but there's that little mystery...

I looked down the hall, biting my lip. I wanted to see him like that again... I wanted to see him pinned helplessly below me, a blue blush turning red. I wanted to have that heated, flustered eye on me again, that eye never leaving mine. I wanted to feel their soul beat quicken as their breathing goes labor, their body heating up towards my touch...

A wistful sigh left my lips, my pants getting tighter. Now, that was something to see again. They looked to beautiful like that... So hypnotic and flustered, but... he oddly looked peaceful... Like he was relaxed and calm, like what was going to happen... Like he was just fine with it! Like, he wanted it to happen!

Shaking my head, I focused on the TV. I should just forget it. He's a tough cookie, one that doesn't fall for tricks so easily, or at least that's from what I heard from his bro.

Error's one of the few trusted Generals of Hell, leaving Nightmare and his fallen Angel as the other two. So, to actually hear that he was related to an athiest and has another brother who's a parasite? Now that's something new.

It also turns out that one of G's little buddies is the younger twin of Nightmare... Small world.

Yawning, I relaxed agaisnt the couch. The thing was rather comfy... Comfy enough to peacefully fall asleep on.

I wonder if G was here, would he have his head on my shoulder or chest... Would he even want to be near me?

I carefully rubbed my eyes, sighing for the second or third time. Why was I even thinking about any of that? None of it is important! I just want to taint his soul so he could just fucking go to Hell! So I could get more souls, so I can become stronger than God!

Grumbling a few curse words underneath my breath, I closed my eyes, just letting the sound of a human thing talk in the background...

I really need a break from everything.