Helluva Boss X Reader

Overlord x Loona: Part 2

You braced yourself, half-expecting her to stop. To just leave you alone. That she would tell you this was a joke, or that she was just scaring you for the Hell of it. It was clear she was still mad about you had done. A healthier person had every right to be might've had a conversation with you. They would've expressed their concerns.

Loona wasn't one to talk about her feelings.

She tackled you, as if there was nothing better to do than to go to blows; to release her anger through violence. You had been caught off guard in your futile hope that she would stop. You crashed to the floor, and Loona took no time in pinning you there. Not a second had gone by before she started furiously clawing at your chest, tearing through your clothes and leaving deep gashes, drawing blood, and practically carving you open. You were filled with terrible, agonizing pain.

It was then that a familiar sensation started to occur. An overwhelming of the senses, where you could smell and hear everything in the small space around you. The iron of your blood, Loona's grunted efforts to inflict pain on you, even the hum of electricity and the flow of plumbing within the walls. Your anger hadn't faded from your experience on the street, and it had probably contributed to what you were feeling now, hopelessly grasping onto thoughts while everything seemed simultaneously crisp and fuzzy; you were starting to lose consciousness. Your brain was filled with fear.

Not that Loona would kill you, no. You were filled with the fear that in a state of heightened emotion and danger, you would enter your "true demon form" and harm or even kill her.

You had seen it happen with other sinners. Sometimes they sprouted extra limbs, sometimes they grew bigger, or their bodies became hardened or sharp. All of them had one thing in common. When they were feeling truly endangered or sadistic, that form would come out, and they would have trouble stopping themselves from hurting anyone and everyone around them. You had felt something similar once, in that alley with the arrogant sinner. An overwhelming of the senses. You had torn his arm off in your terrible fury. You were terrified you would lose control again and do something horrible to Loona.

However, as she continued to physically punish you, you never felt any response. I mean, you sure felt a fuck-ton of pain from her clawing at you, and a sensory overload was still occurring, but you never transformed, or lost control. The untamable rage that had resurfaced when walking home was still there, but it...wasn't doing anything to you. Neither was the fear. With what little consciousness you were grasping onto as Loona tore into you, you realized why.

Loona was a major source of that rage. Your fear was for her, not of her. You didn't enter your "true demon form" because you couldn't. You could never harm her. Even at I.M.P., when she had clawed your face, you hadn't retaliated physically. And so it was, that you were rendered helpless. You stopped struggling against Loona's simply let her...take it out on you. You went limp.

Loona noticed almost immediately. Angry that you had just given up, she fought harder, digging her claws into your ribs, trying to elicit any kind of response from you. You yelled, almost screamed in pain, but you didn't fight. Loona dug deeper, but when that didn't work, she started to slow down. Her clawing became a pounding on your chest, then punching. She got slower and slower, exhausting herself. Her blows began to lose their force, until she eventually came to a complete stop. She was breathing heavily, and visibly shaking. She took in sharp breaths, and her eyes began to water. Her face, which had been in a snarl before, had relaxed, but only a little, and only because she was exhausted, and emotionally distraught. She looked down at you, then at the blood covering her claws. She became aware she was leaking tears, and she quickly wiped her with the back of her forearm before you could see.