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✌️ Another Cuphead Fanfiction;

Pairing: The Devil x Female! Reader. Rating: Green ( Fluff, and some angst that is always good ).

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😈 My Gentle Sinner ~

Something like this was impossible. Literally. Impossible. Completely illogical. How could a person like you being in a dirty and dangerous place like this? The Devil tried figuring out the reason that brought you here in Hell since you were not made for it and it was obvious. You were not fixed for this life and it seemed a kind of joke of God. A weirdness and in his life, he has seen so many odd things that no mortal could even imagine. You represented all the good that existed in this mad world. You were the definition of kindness and tenderness and the Devil found himself so perplexed and angry for different reasons. First, he could not tolerate your sweet heart, it made him vomit his own guts. Second, you were a gentle soul so you should have been in Heaven with all the other angels and saints. You have never sold your soul to the Devil spontaneously, since you ended up in Hell after your death and, the first moment he saw the shades of your soul that were so pure and soft, he thought there was a mistake. You explained to him that there were no errors and that you were kicked out from Heaven by God in person but your explication was so vague and unclear. You have never talked about this since it was your past and you did not want to think about those unfair memories so you just decided to accept your fate. It was a paradox. You were a paradox who walked and did even a good job because you never complained and you just followed the rules. If he was a good boss, he would have given you the prize for the best employee of the year but the Devil remained still the Devil and he was just mad… And very curious about your secret. The fact that made him so angry was that you kept acting so nice and gentle with him. With the Devil. The most awful person of this universe. You treated him like he was a normal person, and you were not scared despite his bad stares and words and despite he made you work more than eight hours in a day, you were still perseverant and professional. This caused his confusion to reach the depth of the abyss. You did not possess a soul anymore but this did not mean that you should have been a mean person and your nature was still the same despite everything. You just did not want to fall in the mud and you were not the kind of person who was used to cry in front of the first obstacle and frustration. It was just so useless and unfair so you had to see the light in this darkness. To see the good in the horror. You were even able to see some positive sides in this situation and, at your eyes, the Devil did not appear a horrible man compared to other persons of this world but the memories just made you sad and you kept ignoring these unwelcome feelings, concentrating your thoughts and energy in your job. You worked so hard to forget. On the other hand, the Devil kept being confused about your gestures, he found himself so uncomfortable and embarrassed, and maybe you should have learnt how to be evil since this place was awful and was full of dangers. This last period has been a little gloomy for him, but you found always a way to make him forget about his distress especially when the affairs did not go very well and who would say that even the Devil could have his grey days. Sometimes, you left some fresh flowers on his desk… Where have you found them? It was his only question. Have you picked them up in Hell? How? He just stared at them without a solution at his dilemmas and then he throw them in the trash, because he could not have flowers on his desk. This gesture was interpreted as a joke by him, because he was the Devil and you should have feared him. What you had in mind was madness and recklessness and he was holding his rage because he did not want to hurt you since you were still his employee. Another day, with the usual flowers, you left even a chocolate on his desk and his frustration increased and if your aim was making his day brighter, you have just failed. Maybe it was time to have a conversation with you and he just wanted you to stop with this senseless behaviour. The working day was over and you were coming back home, you felt glad and satisfied just like every day while hostile glances stared at you but you tried ignoring them. This infernal world was full of strange and malevolent creatures so you shouldn’t have been so surprised if some of them looked at you meanly. Your steps became faster as a monster kept following you, this situation made you uncomfortable, so you tried to call a taxy but it just continued its march ignoring your request. A voice that seemed came from the abyss of Hell spoke, «What a pretty angel we have here. Have you lost your way to Heaven? I can show you the path, I’ll be nice, don’t worry…», the stranger grinned, studying you with his eyes full of lust. «Uhm… I’d be in a hurry, sorry… », you said, showing a cold gaze and you did not want to appear vulnerable or weak even if you were not exactly calm and relaxed in the company of this individual. «You’re such a rude doll… I can still take you home. », he grabbed your arm and you gasped, perceiving his claws on your skin. With the same hostile expression drawn on your face, you answered, «Could you leave me? I’ve already said I’m not interested. Goodbye! », you almost screamed, trying to free yourself from his grip but it was useless and he growled full of rage. «Mine was not an invitation, bitch! Maybe I won’t be gentle, at all! », his tone was threatening and his grip became stronger that you felt your arm’s bone aching. Then, something unexpected happened and the expression of madness he has showed until now disappeared, replaced by a look of terror. Your arm was freed and the monster, holding back his tiny yells, ran away leaving you finally alone even if you were not alone and a majestic shadow covered your figure. You turned your back, finding the person who saved you from this dangerous situation. It was the Devil. Maybe it was just a coincidence and he found himself here by mistake. «B-boss? », your voice was trembling and you did not want to appear so weak in front of him. «Yeah… Who'd have said it… », said your boss with sarcasm. «Oh… T-thanks… », you just stared the floor because you were still shocked and confused and you did not think your boss helped you on purpose and, in fact, his answer gave you this certainty. «Tze… Don’t fly too high, gurl. I didn’t mean scare that guy, it’s been fun but I’ve not been kind with you, I truly didn’t give a fuck about your shit… », despite you were a good worker and it would be a shame to lose a diligent employee like you but he did not say anything about it. «I thought so… Thank you anyway, even if you didn’t mean it… », maybe it was an involuntary act of kindness. You liked believing it was something like this. «Shit… », cussed the Devil lighting up a cigarette because he felt an uncomfortable feeling every time he spoke with you. «I have to go, goodbye, boss! », before you could go back home, he said again, «Wait a moment. Actually, I was searching for you, ‘cause we need a little chat! », his tone was severe and you have blocked yourself, nodding, «Oh, okay! », the fear that was flowing in your veins disappeared and you found your usual confidence. The Devil did not answer, he just walked and you followed him until the two of you reached a bar. So many thoughts were crossing his mind and maybe all his curiosity would be finally satisfied. Nobody could imagine that a mild and pacific person like you could hide all these secrets that he wanted to know and he did not understand why he waited all this time to have this conversation with you. Maybe he was just intimidated by your docile nature; he supposed you were tricking him, that you were only playing a part to obtain some benefit. There were so many persons who wanted to mess with him, and all those persons were so stupid and impertinent, and then they spent all the eternity burning in the flames of Hell. This place was dark and noisy, all the monsters present here greeted the Devil while some other persons just stared at him with fear or resentment and you supposed they were some of his debtors. He just did not give any attention to them since his mind was still busy in the same thoughts that were driving him crazy. The atmosphere, as you two crossed the vast hall, became duller and dustier and all the clients were disappeared. This reserved area belonged to the Devil, so he could talk with you in peace without any rumours or hysterical laughs that could disturb him. Exhaling another breath of smoke, he spoke first, «Now we’re alone…», he blew the smoke in your direction and this caused to you to cough. Obvious, he just wanted to irritate you. «Oh, sorry… You don’t appreciate it, not that I care… », he took another breath of smoke, staying quiet for some time. «So…Boss, what did you want to talk about? », since he was silence, you decided to speak. «Oh, are you busy? Do you want to leave so soon? », he scolded you, looking at you with eyes of fire. «Oh, not at all… I’m just curious… », you confessed, nodding and trying to be more polite possible. «I should say that…! », he pointed his finger at you, still holding his cigarette and some ashes fell on the table. Only little moans came out from your mouth since you were confused by his reaction. «It’s obvious you’re alarmed now… You’re asking your pretty self why I’ve convened you here. After all, you’re a great worker and I shouldn’t have any reason to be mad at you… », his voice hid a sense of disgust and irritation and you could guess he was trying to stay calm. «Uhm… Thanks… », he has just complimented you for your good job. «Ah, cut it off with your fucking thanks… It’s the only thing you’re able to say! », this time, he did not control himself and he screamed, even his eyes got redder. «I’m just trying to be polite… », and the Devil face-palmed himself. «It’s not the magic land of Unicorns! It’s fucking Hell! You must not be cute and gentle! Fuck! », he hit the table with his fist, growling like a mad dog. At his action, you startled and, before you could answer, he said again, «Actually, it’s one of the reasons you’re here. Stop being kind! ». «Uhm… Ok… », you said, perplexed. «It’s not ok, shit! Anyway, this is not the central point and I’ve some questions to you. You are obligated to answer! », this was a threat and you just nodded, maybe it was better listening to him because he seemed too crazy to have a reasonable conversation with you. Actually, you were not so afraid and you found his behaviour entertaining because the Devil looked like a little spoiled child who wanted to appear thug and rude. Since he was still your boss, you could not confess this feeling to him or he was going to let you burn in the hellfire for real. A silence surrounded the hall and only the far murmurs of the persons that were on the other side of the bar could be heard and you still were observing your boss while he stared through the void. Slowly, he found his composure and his voice was calm this time. «The truth is that I can’t believe… It’s paradoxical! What are you hiding, lass? », he crossed his arms on the table looking at you with a severe pair of eyes. «Hiding…? », his question appeared so strange and unexpected to you that you were left speechless. «I mean, your behaviour is just too weird. You’re not a sinner and you shouldn't be here, in Hell! », finally, the question that was gripping his existence was pronounced. Suddenly, your expression mutated itself and even your eyes became greyer because horrid imagines started appearing in your head that you just wanted to erase. You could not hide the truth for too long and maybe it was time to get rid of your interior demons who did not let you sleep. They kept giving you pain and sorrow. The Devil, noting your dark expression, felt a weird sensation and he did not disturb your train of thoughts so he just waited for you to answer. «Uhm… I guess I can’t lie, actually, I’m here for a reason, I've not been welcomed in Heaven, not that I care… », you sighed, staring the table several minutes and the Devil still did not say anything, he was just studying your face and words because he was still wary and the thought that you could trick him would make him furious. «Anyway, I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t a sinner, I suppose… », maybe the entity of your sin was different from the normal. The Devil was getting tired of this vagueness so, seeing his impatient expression, you understood that you had to get to the point. «When I was alive I was a scientist so I used to do experiments and studies, since I’ve always been a very curious person who desired to discover the mysteries of the world and I’ve never thought that this could be a problem for someone else. My family, who was very catholic, kicked me out when I reached the age of majority. For them, I was just a weight, a heretic person, a shame. Someway, I was able to survive even if life was very harsh and difficult for a person like me…», you sighed, and you stopped to speak for some moments because it was too painful thinking about your past and, despite the time spent, those sentiments of sorrow and anxiety have not abandoned you yet. Because of your diversity, the fact that you did not believe in all those stories the Church and the Christians told since you were a scientist and you could not believe in something that could not be explained or demonstrated with the scientific method, people always looked at you with suspect and aversion. Your sin, essentially, was more a mental sin than something tangible. Your rebellion against God was interpreted like something else. The man in front of you kept listening with curiosity, as if you were a storyteller despite he could notice the pain in your eyes, he wanted to know more. «The fact that I was a woman of science and that I was an atheist made my life a Hell in Earth until… », it was too much… You were unable to continue this story while tears of agony crossed your cheeks. Talking about these memories was a way to exorcise them, so you found your courage again, nodding and your eyes, that was so full of sorrow a moment before, was burning of rage now. «I was accused of witchcraft only because I wanted to know the truth since the truth they gave me was not enough and it didn’t satisfy me at all… », your voice was so empty and cold. It was the first time that the Devil heard that particular tone of voice from you, which he found fascinating. It was obvious that you were trying to mask your rage and hate and he could not blame you because you truly suffered a hell in earth. Because of this, he understood you were not lying. «So, they let me burn at the stake… That’s all… », your expression became empty and apathetic but, at least, you got rid of all these awful memories and you would have forgotten them one day. Even now, you could perceive the fire on your skin. The infernal heat that ate you alive while the crowd screamed at you, cursing you, as you were a beast and not a human. Their voices, laughs and accusations were planted in your mind like a virus. Everything was too clear and real, a nightmare projected like a movie inside your head that tormented you like a curse. It was your personal curse. The Devil did not know what to say since your story was shocking and sad, and you did not deserve it. Life has been evil to you but, most of all, God has been cruel to you. «It’s pretty unfair, lass… », his voice was still quiet but his questions were not over yet and maybe he had to wait that you found your coolness again. «Yes, I know… Very unfair, but what should I have expected from them? », your smile was melancholic and the Devil chuckled. «Yes, they’re pieces of shit… You know what’s the difference between us and them? That here we’re assholes under the sunlight while they, all those slaves of God, are assholes in their mind, they just pretend to be perfect but they’re a bunch of hypocrites who love licking God’s feet to have a place in Paradise. Their God is very touchy; they don’t know Him at all… » someway, his words made you laugh and maybe you have been lucky in your misery. Yes, you would admit that he was a great boss and he was demonstrating an empathy towards you that you would have never thought. «Yes… », you nodded, finding the calm that you lost. «So let me know another thing… Despite your hatred and grudge, you’re still gentle, a respectable person. Especially with me… and I still don’t understand… », your eyes went wide open and you found this question amusing and it seemed he was obsessed with this fact. «It’s just my nature, I don’t think it can change, and I don’t want to be like them. Despite everything, I’m still an atheist…I still believe in my ideas and values… », you just did not want to believe in all those ignorance and violence. The tone of your voice was still cheerful and ironic, and even the Devil laughed at your affirmation. «Yeah… I’m glad you’re this way… », maybe he said something he should have not said and the Devil realized his error too late but you just smiled to him. «I won’t say thank you… », you giggled and the Devil was unable to be mad at you even this time. After you confessed your secret to him, he felt a strange warm in the place where his soul should have been –if he had a soul-. He was realizing something but he did not want to admit this to himself that maybe he was developing a particular emotion towards you. «Yes, you won’t! You could risk your own life if you do! », he was joking and it was obvious. You felt really comfortable with him, you would have never imagined it. «In reality, I would like to thank you, I truly needed to talk about it with someone… I know, you didn’t mean it and your was a mere suspect but I say it anyway: thanks! », you did not believe he would hurt you and you felt a strange feeling in your heart. It was so sweet and warm, a sort of heat that grew stronger second by second, and you were sure he was the source of this emotion. «Ouch! You’re such a weirdo! », yes, he was unable to be mad at you. Definitely. «It’s pretty ironic… », your laugh made him giggle so he could not hold himself to laugh with you. «What’s ironic? », asked the Devil. «This situation, an atheist who is talking with the Devil about the Christian stupidity. It seems a joke! », and he punched the table again not because he was angry, he was just so amused. «I think someone is going to receive a promotion here, and that person is not me! », he lighted up another cigarette, nodding. «Oh, well… I’m not thankful at all! », you shook your shoulders. «Great, you’re learning! », he smirked, but maybe he should have registered you in a course like “how to be the evilest person you know”.