There's a place where all sorts of demons and humans go called The Devil's Speakeasy, a bar where the humans have no idea that they are among monsters. When Y/N becomes a waitress there, she feels so strange, like something was off about the place...
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The night was long and full of tears. Not a sound was heard throughout the apartment, aside from whimpers, sobs and a few mutters of disbelief. Only an hour before sunrise did Y/N manage to fall into a dreamless sleep, but that was short-lived the moment the sound of cars and cooing pigeons were heard outside her window, making a ruckus so loud that it woke her. She had hoped to ignore it by turning over and covering her head with a pillow until a car beeped its horn loudly and angrily to get the traffic moving. Understandably, she was frustrated by this and whined in irritation before throwing the pillow off her head.
A silent sob escaped as her eyelids blinked open to reveal bloodshot, E/C optics that only saw a blur until she rubbed them. She, then, flipped onto her back to stare at the ceiling with exhaustion. She had no energy to get out of bed, no appetite to eat and her hands could not seem to cease their trembling. Yesterday had been a nightmare. She still couldn't believe that it had all been real. How could he have been one of those monsters? Loui had been so charming, so sweet and funny. He was so kind. Why did he hide it? How could he lie? After her thoughts had finally settled to think rationally, she assumed it was to protect her, but she wasn't completely sure of that.
Of all things he had to be, it was a demon— A creature known to be devious tricksters. How could she ever be sure that he had truly loved her all this time? Why had he been silent when she had questioned him? Was it really all fake? What she would give just to confide in her friends.
They would've gladly comforted her, but if she were to say anything, she would be risking not only her life but theirs as well, and she doesn't want that. There's no doubt in her mind that they would've believed her, especially if they had seen how distraught she was. Y/N didn't want to be alone right now. She didn't feel safe in her own home. All night, she feared that a monster was going to jump out from under her bed or that one was standing in a dark corner somewhere to slit her throat.
She became so paranoid that someone from the bar was going to come get her, but thankfully, that did not happen. The waitress wished she could just quit and forget all of this, even if it would mean shutting out all the wonderful memories she had of her boss. She struggled to figure out if what they had was real. It was real to her, but after learning his secret, how could she not assume that it had all been fabricated?
'Did he ever love me?' she wondered over and over again. It was the question she asked herself all night, and it seems it will continue to plague her thoughts throughout the morning as well. The woman's bottom lip quivers as a sob catches in her throat. Tight fists clench the sheets as she bites her lower lip in hopes to get it to stop. She had no luck in that endeavor until she heard a firm knock on the front door.
Scared out of her skin, she shoots up and stares at her bedroom door in panic, heart pumping frantically within her chest. The woman lingered on the bed before gulping and slowly sliding off. Her feet unsteadily walked out of the room and into the kitchen to grab a knife. She did not know was was going to be there once she opened the door, but if it is a demon, they were not getting her without a fight. Wielding the sharpest blade, Y/N unlocks the door and opens it enough to peek out into the empty hallway with caution.
She gave a look of confusion while opening it a little wider to step out only for her foot to bump into a basket. Surprised, she jumps back, holding up the knife instinctively to protect herself, but was immediately washed over by a wave of relief upon seeing there is no threat. Her knees felt weak as she dropped the blade. She had to lean against to doorframe just to keep herself from falling as she bent down to pick up the large, woven basket. Again, she checks the hall before retreating inside, being sure to lock the door once it shut behind her. The paranoid woman brings the gift to the kitchen table to examine its contents and seats herself on one of the chairs.
The filler is composed of an abundance of rose petals that gave off a heavenly fragrance, while scented candles, candies, and chocolate-covered fruits were displayed beautifully on top of the bed of red. Humming, she takes out one of the petals before rubbing it between her fingers, feeling the velvety texture. It drops from her hands, however, when her gaze fell onto a card displaying the sender's name. Her heart immediately sank. Seeing Loui's name written in cursive made her want to toss the gift out the window, but before she decides on how to dispose of it, she reads the note he left for her even though it made her uneasy.
'Y/N, I know you have no desire to see me. I get it. I'm not going to force you to accept this. It's pretty messed up. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I kept this from you, but you probably don't want to hear my apologies. I hope this present cheers you up a bit. Like I said before, you can take as much time as you need off from work. You'll still get your paycheck. As a matter of fact, I'll even increase your pay. If you have any questions to ask me, don't be afraid to drop by. I'll tell you everything you want to know. No more hiding; no more tricks; no more lies. I hope to see you again soon.'
Her breath hitched as she dropped the note and held her head in her hands. She could feel the tears building up in her eyes as she let out a scream of frustration before pushing the basket off the table, leaving it to fall onto the floor. Realizing what she had done, she takes a deep breath while staring at the mess, her heart aching.
"That asshole. Why couldn't he have been normal?" she croaks before burying her face in her arms. After a moment of silence, her words sunk in and made her sigh. "No, I suppose that isn't fair to say," she mutters while shutting her eyes, feeling incredibly guilty for saying something so harsh. She thought about how he had touched her, spoke to her, sang to her. It had all seemed genuine.
"Loui," she called his name softly with a sense of longing. "Are you really a monster?" She did not know. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know if she should trust anything he had to say. Questions, she had many, but she did not feel comfortable going back to him after yesterday. She didn't want to see him. She wasn't ready. Y/N wipes her eyes before getting up and kneeling on the floor to pick up the mess.
Nothing is broken, but a few things had toppled out. Her hunger tempted her to take a bite of the yummy-looking fruit, but she could not stomach to even look at it. She wouldn't doubt that he made the sweets by hand. He always liked to make her delicious treats. He would sometimes bring them to work for her to sample. Slowly, she pulled a pineapple dipped in dark chocolate off the skewer and stared at it for a moment before bringing it to her lips. She hesitated to place it on her tongue. Though, the sweet, yet tart, taste was quite satisfying, it made her cry again.
