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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It had been three long, agonizing weeks without Y/N working at The Devil's Speakeasy, and Loui had grown so worried. With her gone, he felt as though a part of himself had disappeared. His joy had left him and his work ethic began to fail. It was often that he'd screw up a drink or zone out during a customer's order. He eventually came to the decision of staying home instead to collect his thoughts and continue waiting. The only thing he found himself doing all day was watching Y/N through the eyes of birds, squirrels or whatever other animal happened to meet his gaze, wondering and hoping that one day she will decide to come to him. It was clear that she is still hurting and heartbroken.
He felt guilty for even keeping an eye on her when she needed to be left alone, but he would not risk the chance of one of his employees attacking her. So far, they've all behaved, and he had been sure to punish them severely for what they had done. A few, such as the ones who had initiated the plan to remove Y/N from his life, now lie in Hell at the mercy of the King after he had turned them in. He was not worried that they would spill a word about his hiding place. It is in the contract he made, binding them to never speak a word of his special business. He hopes the rest of those who remain will be wise enough to keep themselves out of the way, but after that stunt, he would not loosen the reins so quickly.
One fateful night, the Loui was alerted by a quiet knock on the door. The sound was so soft, so tiny, any normal person might've missed it, but his head perked straight up upon hearing it. Loui walks over to open it and felt his heart swell seeing his lovely doll standing right on the other side of the threshold. Y/N looks up at the man nervously, but was brave enough to remain in place without the slightest quiver. He looked disheveled in comparison to his regular self. The man reeked of booze, his eyes full of exhaustion and his hair hung loose around his face, rather than being slicked back as it usually was, yet a touch of life returned to those ruby gems when he saw her. He stared at her as if she were a mirage in the desert, unsure if she was truly standing before him or if he had finally reached the amount of drinks it takes to get him wasted enough to hallucinate.
"Doll—" His croak of a voice was abruptly cut short when a finger pressed against his lips like a soft whisper. The touch made him silence as the woman spoke firmly to him.
"I'm not here for you." It might have been a cold thing to say, but he did not hold it against her. Her sorrow ran deep. The scent stained the senses, only adding to the guilt he harbors. Y/N sighs and lowers her fingers, gazing down at the carpeted, hallway floor. "I just want to know what I've gotten myself into." The demon gives an understanding nod. It was a fantasy to believe she had suddenly decided to return to him, to say she forgave him for his foolishness, to accept him. He wished he could be mad about that, but instead, it only brought about more pain.
