(ON HIATUS)
‼️NOT CANNON COMPLIANT‼️
Y/n is a powerful overlord known as "The Dream Demon"
You drowned in 1957 at age 26.
Winding up in hell was no shocker to you, You were selfish, and cruel towards others, you even killed your own best friend.
Y...
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THOUGH I never smiled, my usual bitch face was now replaced with something much lighter. Something happy.
By the time I finished my walk, I had arrived at Al's doorstep by exactly 7:p.m. I raised my hand, only to realize how nervous I truly was.
Knocking on the red-clad demon's door, my eyebrow scrunched in anticipation.
"Hello, my dear! Might I say, im quite surprised you showed up," he let a loud chuckle while opening the door for me to enter his home.
"Ah well- you know, I didn't have much else to do-" my poor attempt at hiding my nervousness made his grin grow even wider than I thought was humanly possible.
"There's no need to be coy, come on in!" he gestured into his massive house, which I stepped into, my mouth left agape once I saw the interior of his 'humble home' as he called it.
Once inside, something caught my eye. A massive wall filled with mounted deer heads spread out on the large flat space. "Do you hunt?" it seemed like a stupid question but I knew he would start boasting about his kills. And I need to stay on his good side.
"Why yes of course! It's one of my many hobbies!"
"Now, shall we start dinner?" his voice went from expressive to a calm sinister tone which sent shivers up my spine.
