An Angel Among Sins - Husk x Fallen Angel!Reader

Chapter 11.

'No.'

That's it. I'm done for. I'll have my head on a spike, my blood trailing down the streets of Hell. Not that it'll make much of a difference.

Bursting my thought bubble, Alastor cleared his throat,

'Let me rephrase that, you make deal with me where I own your soul or.. Husk will unfortunately perish.'

Or, it'll be Husk's head on a spike instead.

He can't do that.

He can't do that.

I won't let him do that.

I analysed the situation, I couldn't overpower him. I couldn't trick him. I couldn't do anything.

His arm outstretched a bit more, the palms of his hand enticing me. Cautiously, I reached my arm out, preparing to make the deal, cringing slightly with the pain of being extremely unaware of the consequences.

Suddenly, a shed of light burst through a crack in the void, Vaggie's head peering through it, her expression similar to a very angry Vaggie.

I recoiled my hand,

'Y/N, there you- why is that bastard here? Wait, hold on, where are we?'

She pulled a spear out from seemingly thin air as she aimed it at Alastor, pulling apart the chasm between Hell and the blank space to form a larger hole.

'No reason, darling,' He pushed past me, his shoulder lightly brushing mine as he exited the void.

Vaggie turned her gaze to me, her eyebrows knitted into a somewhat concerned expression,

'Are you okay, Y/N?'

'Yeah, yeah, I'm fine!' I waved my hands about awkwardly in a desperate attempt to persuade her that I was mentally sound.

Then it struck me, Vaggie interrupted the deal, so does that mean..

That fucking deer prick.

Vaggie saw the look of terror that was blatantly obvious on my face and again asked if I was alright; but, at that moment, I was already out of the abyss and on my way to the hotel.

As I rushed back, I was painfully aware of the stares I was getting and yet I didn't care. All I wanted to see the drunk Husk I know and for him to be hung over like normal. Arriving at the hotel, I searched numerous rooms to try and uncover his location, while calling his name. I hurriedly shifted through multiple objects to see if he was hiding, but to no avail. I was starting to get desperate now. Tearing through everything I could get my hands on, my hands became raw with scratches from the various materials I searched through as my throat became hoarse from shouting, however I continued yelling.

Alastor was nowhere to be seen, and although that's for the best, it made me a tad uneasy.

Looking through, what I presumed, to be every room, I was losing hope (and sanity) as I slid against the wall. I pressed my head to my knees in defeat, thinking in vain hope where he could possibly be. Perhaps, Alastor has some shrouded lair or something.

Tears started pouring down my face, dripping down my chin and falling on my hoodie. I rubbed my eyes with the sleeve of the jumper Husk gave me, every motion reminding me of him. Small gasps came from my mouth, whimpers of muffled cries.

Until I realised I was not crying alone. Soft whimpers came from some obscure room somewhere, as I pressed my ear to the wall. The noise was amplified towards the left corner. Driven by my new found optimism, I jumped up, turning a corner, it revealed a door. The door seemed barely used by the sheer amount of discoloured wallpaper that surrounded it. I pulled the door handle down and my hands immediately flew to my mouth.

Husk.