Result: “Shot in the head (well this is Russian Roulette after all)”
(CW: violence, blood, bullets to the head and the like. y’know, things that happen when you get this kind of prompt by chance.)
“Wh–” Noel barely has time to react to Wilardo pulling the trigger, much less the bullet going through the right side of his face. The demon instantly covers the right side of his face with both hands, hoping the immortal didn’t catch a glimpse of the contorted flesh and glassy eyes hidden by his hair.
He stumbles back a few steps, ending up against the wall, quivering in pain but managing to stay on his feet, holding up surprisingly well for someone who got shot in the head. “W-What the hell was that for, Wilardo?!” He stammers, glaring daggers at the man with his one good eye. He coughs and spits up blood, covering his mouth with his left hand as he does so. “I thought I’d be the least of your concerns…!”
Noel is incredibly pissed off by this development, but he knows he can’t kill Wilardo anyways. Not only because he’s not allowed to, but because the bastard’s immortal on top of that. He’s a dead man within minutes, he’s sure.