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【 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐘 𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐄 】
Although (Y/N) knew Alastor originally didn't die in the show as he was able to escape via his shadow, and although she knew Severause, a stronger being than Adam, was also with him, she still couldn't help but worry over how his battle was occurring. She wanted nothing more than to help him, but she also realized that he wouldn't allow her to. Alastor, as a man so narcissistic, would never allow himself to let (Y/N) engage in battle when he believed he could do it for her, therefore leaving her without a scratch.
She both appreciated the sentiment and was irritated with it all the same.
Therefore, she put her attention elsewhere.
Using her angelic spear to strike down any Exorcist in her path, their golden blood spraying in the air, (Y/N) steadied herself so not one of her movements was unnecessary, finding that if she didn't keep her frazzled state under rein, she could easily be the one sliced through instead of the other way around.
"Fuck!" She shouted in pain when a spear's blade cut her shoulder, whirling around to face the Exorcist whom she hadn't noticed.
The Exorcist's smile was jagged.
Her entire stance swelled with confidence.
(Y/N)'s lips twitched.
It's as if... she's mocking me.
Realizing that this Angel obviously didn't see her as a threat, she faced her with her own spear gripped tightly in her hands, her jaw tightening from the rush of adrenaline that rushed through her veins completely fueled from her own irritation. It was true her ego and pride were a little bruised, but more than that, the thought of these Exorcists looking down on her and those she had become close with in the hotel filled her with rage.
Lunging forward, (Y/N) brandished her weapon before her and moved to stab it through the Exorcist's stomach, gritting her teeth when the Angel merely ducked and tackled her to the ground, the two tussling for control over the spear. Curling her fingers into a fist, she swung her arm around and socked the Exorcist in the jaw. With the Exorcist's grip on her loosening, (Y/N) was able to flip their bodies around so that she were on top, raising the spear once again before plunging it downwards straight into the other's heart.
Flicking away the golden blood that had splattered onto her cheek, she stared down at the corpse.
I killed another one.
Should killing someone feel this way?
I never killed anyone in my past life, and I never felt tempted to.
So...
Why does it feel so easy?
"(Y/N)!" The familiar voice of Angel pulled her from her thoughts, her head snapping around to see the man jump in front of her.
He had acted just in time to save (Y/N) considering an Exorcist had swooped down with killer intent, his expression tight in concentration as he fired round after round from his guns into her chest until it finally crashed. Clicking his tongue at the twitching body, he abruptly turned around to face (Y/N) with what looked to be heavy disappointment and worry as he searched her expression.
"(Y/N), the hell are ya doin' spacing around for?" He questioned intently as he reached down and pulled her up, scanning her to see if she were hurt anywhere and relieved when seeing she wasn't. "If you don't get your shit together, I could..." Trailing off, he sighed, then muttered, "...I could lose you. I can't lose another friend."
(Y/N) let out a slow breath.
He was right.
She knew he was right.
Then again, she couldn't shake off the gut-churning feeling of how simple killing another was.
It was unnatural.
Unholy.
Sinful.
Perhaps because she was able to do such immoral acts so easily despite never doing them before was what cast her soul to a different dimension of Hell altogether. She tried not to think of why her soul was transported to a place that caused it to wither, but now she couldn't help but wonder: was her soul so capable of darkness that her creater didn't want her in Their dimension at all?
Was she just abandoned?
Was that the reason as to why the God of this dimension couldn't send her back?
"(Y/N)!" Angel shook her shoulders to try and bring her back to reality, searching for that telltale glimmer in her (E/C) eyes instead of the glazed, dull sheen he was receiving. "Snap outta it! If we don't get moving, we'll—"
He choked.
(Y/N)'s eyes widened as her gaze slowly slid down to his chest where a spear was jutting out, an Exorcist behind him holding the weapon with a cruel smile on her mask. Blood dripped down his fur and the open-vested outfit he wore, the gun he had sliding from his fingertips as he clutched the spear, choking out even more blood that dribbled down his chin in torrent.
(Y/N) shook, her breath coming out in short gasps that left her absolutely overwhelmed.
Angel wasn't supposed to die.
Angel wasn't supposed to get this hurt.
Angel wasn't supposed to protect her, because she wasn't even supposed to be there. The way he looked now was all because of her.
As Angel dropped to the floor, hurt but still alive, (Y/N)'s eyes connected with the Exorcist's, and in that moment, saw nothing but red that flashed throughout her body in pulsing waves of heat, the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. Fury so fervidly ripped throughout her entire body down to her bones like an insufferable disease, the very air around her dripping so thickly with dark, malignant bloodlust that the Exorcist faltered in her steps.
"How... ḑ̵̛̛̙̫̺̬̜͖͓̱̭͍̦͓̩̀̋̽̃̽̔͐̚͠á̴̢̡̛̬̼̞̜͙̣͉̻̗̹͍͖͐̆͗͊͒̈́̆̇̀͌͠r̵̬͙͓͍̠̣̾͑̆̕͠ͅȩ̵͓̮̹̪̹̼͚̪̖̭̫̱̈̈̿̄̾̑̚͠ ̷̣̯̲͉͚̩̳̬̋͝y̸̨̼̝͍̞̺͉̙̣̺̻͗̓ǫ̴̢̱͈̜̣͎̟̫̩́̽̔͒̇̈̎̎ù̸̲̠͔̖͓̻̞̮̋...̵̛̖̦̟̓͊̋̉̔̐̾" (Y/N) stalked forward with a dark red clouding over her once (E/C) eyes.
As she began to change, the Exorcist's smirk entirely disappeared as her hands began to tremble in pure fear. Watching as (Y/N)'s body grew to inhumane proportions, her entire bone structure snapping and popping in contortion, as her (S/C) skin turning an inky shade of black which allowed shadow-like wisps to drip from her flesh, as two curled horns twisted from her forehead, as her mouth almost ripped apart to showcase several rows of jagged teeth, as several rows of serrated spikes elongated from her spine like bones, as a tail grew that ended in a sharpened talon, the Exorcist could only stand there rooted to the ground.
Finally, multiple eyes snapped open all across (Y/N)'s body which varied in size, their pupils rolling around until they locked onto the Exorcist.
In that moment, all the Exorcist saw was death.
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[ FANART ! ]
➤ The first photo is fanart created by @SnowyIsDum ! The second photo is fanart created by @shijimameitheartist ! The third photo is fanart created by @TanjirosBABAGRILL ! The fourth and fifth photos are fanart created by @ZakiyahAla ! Their art is amazing, and you should definitely check out their works if you haven't already !
➤ (Y/N)'s design (human and feline) !
➤ (Y/N) and Alastor !
➤ Alastor and Severause vs. Adam !
➤ (Y/N)'s design !
➤ Alastor being a "possessive little shit" !