Sir Pheles' Plaything (Mephisto Pheles x Reader)

Chapter 33

"Sir Pheles, explain this!" A man's voice boomed, making your eyes open in surprise at the sudden noise.

You feebly raised your head and took in your surroundings. You were lying on the floor of a grand, circular room and your arms were tied behind your back. At some point, someone had changed your clothing and you were no longer covered in blood and dirt. 

Angel was standing over you, keeping guard. Against one of the curved walls of the room were the Grigori. You tried to call out when your eyes landed on the flamboyantly dressed demon standing before the Supreme Advisors, but all that escaped your lips was a weak moan.

Mephisto stood tall on the podium and waved a gloved hand in your direction, "As you can see, the demon chose to strike up a contract with the girl. The hydra's physical form is no more as it now resides within her body and her sword!" He lifted the sword in the air, removing it from its scabbard for the Grigori to see, displaying it smugly. A bright, white light shone from the blade.

The Grigori whispered enthusiastically, some clearly more excited than others. A few members were sceptical.

"And you think she can handle such a powerful demon?" One member asked.

"She's just an exwire! How can she possibly cope with a hydra?" Another member questioned.

"Her new powers need to be kept in check, how do you propose we do that, Sir Pheles?" A third asked.

More excited mumbling and whispering ensued.

"Simple, I continue to train her at True Cross Academy!" Mephisto announced, you could hear the smirk in his voice.

You wanted to speak up but as your eyes continued to scan the room, you saw Shura and Yukio standing at the back. They looked worried and Shura carefully placed a finger on her lips, warning you to be quiet.

"You can make sure the demon doesn't overwhelm her?" The third member of the Grigori asked, clearly more level-headed than some of her colleagues.

"But of course!" Mephisto declared. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other and tilted his head to the side. You could tell he was amused by the whole situation.

"I can't believe I didn't notice it before. You were born to serve demons! Every now and then, a human is born into this world with the purpose of serving demons." Hanzo's words bombarded your mind as you watched Mephisto. 'Am I really just a helpless servant to him? A mere toy?'

You felt a hot feeling building within your core, it rushed through your whole body and you cried out in pain. Anger, confusion, sadness, fear all fought for dominance within your skull. It was too much and your back arched from the overwhelming sensation. Your body was suddenly slammed into the ground by Angel's foot and he held his sword to your throat.

"Don't move!" Angel ordered.

All eyes turned to you and the paladin. You stared up at him, your teeth were clenched, and you whimpered in pain.

'K... Kill... Kill him!' A weak voice in your head demanded.

You shook your head, defying the internal voice. You felt its presence fight for control, and you screamed out as your arm began to burn again. White hot pain. You imagined dipping your hand into boiling water would feel pleasant in comparison. Your body bucked below Angel's foot and he was forced to step back.

You rolled over onto your knees, curling into a ball and tucked your head in tight. You fought the pain in your arm, trying to force it to go away but the awkward position of your hands behind your back exasperated the pain you felt.