Running Into a Small Gang of Demons on a Mission
Summary: Basically you run into a small gang of demons while on a mission
⚠️: Just you being a total badass. Cursing. Fem reader.
You cut through a back alley to get to the theater. The demon you were secretly stalking apparently is lurking around the theater, as told by your crow. Which ended up being a mistake.
Halfway down it, you encounter three demons. They all looked premature and weak. Probably turned within the past 48 hrs. It’s no wonder they’re traveling as a pack.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Says the tallest of the two.
“Really?” You say, disgusted, “What do we have here? Is that your best line? If you’re going to attack a defenseless girl in an alley, at least try not to be cliché about it.”
Your attitude has the desired effect. It catches them off guard and makes the leader — the prime douche, if there ever was one, to take a step back. You make a move to push past (in hopes to reserve as much energy and time), but the chubby one, fat enough to block your way, eclipses your view of the end of the alley.
Dammit.
“Ryoto don’t like uppity sluts,” says Prime Douche. He smiles, showing his jagged canines, the ones that were meant to mercifully tear into flesh.
The fat one, who most be Ryoto, frowns and solidifies his fist, which allows some stressed veins on his arm to pop out. “That’s right.” He says.
For fucks sake. Now I’m going to miss the demon whom I really need to kill for these dumbasses. You think. They shouldn’t be much work.
The third one lingers, saying nothing, looking a little nauseous. None of them have recognized your uniform yet.
“Let’s not get on the wrong foot now,” Prime Douche says. “It won’t hurt as much as you think.”
“Yeah.” Says Ryoto. “We’ll snap your neck first to make it end quickly.”
Sleaze number three snickers at that and moves forward joining the other two assholes. Prime Douche, takes an overconfident step toward you, hands ready to snap your neck like a twig.
You look dead in the eyes. “ Touch any part of me, and I’ll kill all of you in a blink of an eye.”
You know that demons, like Prime Douche, have more confidence than brain, will take that as a dare — which he does. He grabs your wrist — then braces himself for whatever you throw their way.
You smile at him, lift your foot, and jam your heel into Ryoto‘s knee instead. Ryoto‘s kneecap breaks with an audible crunch, and he goes down. Screaming and writhing of the sorts. It’s enough to shock the leader into loosening his grip. You twist free, and elbow him in the nose. You’re not sure if it’s broken but it’s gushing blood nonetheless.
“YOU THTINKING BITH!” He yells. Ryoto is in such agony, he can only wail wordlessly. Killing them off with your bare hands, requires more time and energy, so you opted for your sword. Effortlessly making quick work of the two.
Number three takes this as his queue to leave, running off down the alley, knowing he’ll be next, if he doesn’t. You decide to let him go. Maybe he’ll rethink his left decisions. Petty relief for traumatizing the demons for once. 1 point for team slayer, only Muzan left to defeat.
You walk out of the alley releasing a deep breath. The echo of your wooden sandals click clacking.
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