A light and a void ( Lute x sinner reader)

Part 12: Twisted limbs

Y/n's pov;

Yep, i was totally right about that!

Vaggie took us all on a broken penthouse in the middle of a FUCKING turfwar in the East side of Pentegram!

Sure, i respect entusiasm but wasn't that a little to much, even for someone like her?

She started to frighten me a bit even though she has shown for just more than 24 hours that she's a good listener and worthy to be called a friend if she allowed you to

Only Lucy seemed excited about this whole thing but her excitment dropped once Vaggie started tl throw everyone off the roof but luckily me, Lucy and Husk managed to sneak away while she attempted to throw Niffty who appeared to be very happy about the Idea of getting thrown off a roof into possibly her double death

Did she really have no limits that little housekeeper...?

Maybe not but all that matter was that we all came back to the hotel without any missing limbs or too many bruises or scars that we needed bandages.

Vaggie did not follow with us, Charlie reluctivly told me that she and Vaggie had a little argument about today's event and how things turned out due to Vaggie being in charge, that she feelt like she failed both us and Charlie.

I could understand that in a way but like i feelt a little anger towards the princess for putting this peer pressure on her girlfriend.

Charlie had gone to walk threw the seemingly endless halls of the hotel while i sat in the kitchen, prepearing (favorite food) out of scratch while humming a melody i've listen to since i died and-

Oh shit...........

This song, have i really been dead for that long...?

Wow......

I almost dropped my spoon as i zoomed out at the bare thought and my lips trembled.

Have i really managed to survive in Hell for that long?

I was impressed and kinda proud of myself

I wasn't powerful or even got the skills for it yet here i am still standing with my afterlife in my hands thanks to what

That deal?

Pure luck?

Who knows?

I set the spoon down on the counter and turned off the stove so my meal wouldn't get too burned.

Slowly i took off my black, fingerless gloves and carefully rolled up my sleeve with a shaking hand to reveal it....

Dozens upon dozens of permanent, red twisted scars that coverd all over my arms.

They still looked so deep but they werent bleeding, atleast not anymore

I've tried in years to heal them but eventually i gave up on fuckin them and come to the realisation that they could be a symbol for some occastions

That i survived

That i got out of that womans claw in some way