~•The Devils Rules•~ [Discontinued]

\-Chapter 17-/

(⚠️ warning ⚠️)

[Cringe maybe?| abit/alot of gore| mentions of alcohol drugs etc| Wrong grammars or spellings (English isn't my first language so (~‾▿‾)~ sorry)| typos]

--Sink--

Narrator:

The day goes by and (y/n) go on your days mindlessly. As of now (y/n) and his fellow imp friends are in the office as the client leaves.

"There's alot of clients today huh?"

Millie comments looking towards blitzø. Blitzø nods.

"Yeah! We're getting twice the amount than our usual days"

Blitzø says pulling out the cash eyes sparkling. (Y/n) chuckles.

"Then let's head out now before blitzy decides to spend it already"

(Y/n) says as loona hands him the book. Blitzø crossed his arms pouting.

"Hey what's that supposed to mean?"

He asked. Moxxie shook his head in disappointment while Millie snickers. (Y/n) open the portal for the Four of them.

"(Y/n)! Don't ignore me!"

Blitzø calls out as (y/n) hands the book back to loona and going through the portal. Millie and Moxxie following. (Y/n) gets into his human disguise. You three search for said targets.

"That one?"

Moxxie asked pointing the sniper at an unknowing target. (Y/n) hums nodding. The low bang goes off. Bullet perfectly passing through the center of the woman's head. Her body dropped blood pooling around her. (Y/n) whistles in awe the crowd near the woman screaming in horror running around in panic.

"Nice shot, Mox!"

Millie comments. Moxxie looks proud.

"Thanks! I've been working on it alot lately"

Moxxie says. Blitzø pats his back.

"Looks like your practice paid off then"

Blitzø says. (Y/n) agrees and they move again to find the other targets. A couple of throat slashing and blowing some Target's head off. They're on their last client.

(Y/n) can't help but look around the town and feel a sense of familiarity. He didn't know why but the town had an eerie feeling to it that drawn him close. Not to mention of the drawings and graffiti looking abit peculiar to him. He shrugged it off thinking it might just be him starting to get sober. So he pulls out a bottle from his coat and drinks.

"Ok our last target and we're finally going home to relax"

Blitzø says. (Y/n) hums walking after the imps. He looks around abit suspiciously. Something wasn't right at all. The feeling hadn't gone away and it's bothering him to no end.

'STOP!!! DONT GO ANY FURTHER!!!'

The voice in (y/n) head suddenly screams making him stop.