𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓈 「𝒜𝒹𝒶𝓂 𝓍 𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇」

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ -Gore & Emotional- (I was so excited to write this)

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, taking in the image of yourself clad in clothes that allowed for both mobility and style. Your hair was meticulously styled to stay out of the way during any potential altercation while in battle.

A knock on the door interrupted your contemplation, and Angel entered with a nervous smile. "Hey there, babes. Charlie's giving her inspirational speech right about now. I thought you'd wanna know," he informed you.

You turned to face him and returned his smile with a nod of gratitude. "Thanks, Angel. I'll be out soon." As Angel turned to leave, he hesitated, casting a concerned glance back at you before stepping closer.

You maintained your gaze on your reflection as Angel's hands settled gently on your shoulders. He adjusted your hair with a tender touch before resting his head on your shoulder, his voice, soft yet reassuring. "You always have a choice, Y/n. Remember that. Alastor's taken it upon himself to deal with Adam. You'll be on the ground, with us."

His words resonated with you, and you turned to hug Angel tightly, feeling a sense of comfort in his presence. Angel chuckled at your response and returned the embrace, his tone light but sincere. "Just don't expect me to go saving your life, got it?"

You chuckled in return, appreciating his humor amidst the seriousness of the situation, and nodded.

"Let's go, babes. I wanna go share one last hoorah before everything," Angel suggested, prompting you to release him from the hug. Together, you made your way out into the halls of the hotel.

As you entered the gathering, the lively atmosphere greeted you with open arms. Hellhounds and Canibeles mingled among the crowd, all united in celebration. Cherri's voice rang out, beckoning you over, and you joined her with a drink in hand.

"Hey, bitches! Took you long enough. Come have a drink," Cherri exclaimed, her infectious energy spreading to those around her. You and Angel joined in the festivities, blending seamlessly into the crowd.

As you caught Cherri's gaze lingering on Ser Pentious, you couldn't resist teasing her. "Is that a certain look I see?" you teased lightly, nudging her arm with your shoulder. Cherri's response was immediate, her face scrunching up in denial. "What? Him? Tss, don't be gross," she retorted, attempting to brush off your observation.

You chuckled at her reaction, leaning back against the bar. Before you could say more, Angel interjected with a playful comment, causing you to scoff but ultimately unable to suppress your smile. "Hmm," Cherri hummed in response, her curiosity piqued. 

You shake your head with a smile and take a sip of your drink. 

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Adam stood staring at his reflection, his face betraying no emotion. His mask lay idly nearby, leaving him to gaze into the very eyes you once called mesmerizing. Those same eyes had sent waves of hatred your way as you disappeared from his life.

He forced his eyes shut, willing the memories to fade into the darkness behind his lids. His fists clenched at his sides, nails digging into his palms as the weight of those haunting thoughts threatened to suffocate him. With a heavy exhale, he released the tension from his body and slowly reopened his eyes, confronting the image that stared back at him in the mirror.

Running a hand through his disheveled brown hair, Adam's gaze hardened as he studied his own reflection. A bitter smirk twisted his lips, a facade he wore with practiced ease. Each day, he donned this mask, pretending to be someone he barely recognized. It was a charade he played to perfection, concealing the agony that tormented his soul.