The Eight Deadly Sins (Loona x M! Reader)

A shadow figure carried a corpse inside to present that he actually killed the target as directed by his employer. The body hit the cold steel table as blood collected in a small puddle occasionally dripping off the table.

Y/N: It's done. Where's the money?

Boss: Yeah, about that...

All of a sudden cops came from behind cover making Y/N go tense as the boss and his goons smirked.

Boss: Yeahhhhh... so the pigs here offered a whole lotta green to turn you in. No hard feelings, it's just business.

Y/N: You motherfucker!

A gun shot rang out hitting Y/N square in the heart as his last feeling was anger, rage before everything went black.

I started to open my eyes and all I saw was red but I felt the ground below me, as my eyes adjusted I spotted a pentagram in the sky.

Y/N: Am I in Hell? What the fuck?!

*Intro*

Grabbing my chain and putting it around my body and putting my shotgun back in its holster on my thigh. As I made my way towards the city, I put my hand on my chest but there was nothing there. I'm sure a normal person would be freaking out right about now but I was still pissed off about being betrayed and the cops are getting more and more corrupt, taking bribes, abusing their power on the innocent.

Entering the city, I got stared at by demons and big dogs walking on their feet but I didn't care. After walking for sometime I found a bar.

Y/N: Thank fuck, maybe a drink can calm me down.

Upon entering the bar it all went quiet as demons stared me down, a seat was free at the bar so I sat down but I could hear the demons behind me talk about me as the bartender entered my field of vision. It was another demon, a slightly older one.

Imp: Say, a human in hell. That's new.

Y/N: So what?

Imp: Woah. What's with the attitude?

Y/N: Try being sold out by your employer.

Imp: Oh fuck, you must be pissed. I got just the thing.

As the Imp left to get a drink I heard the doors swing open and soon a pair of claws dug into the bar next to me. As I turned I saw a pack of Hellhounds in my face.

Hellhound: Hey, human meat sack. We are the top hounds, and you're sitting in our spot.

Y/N: "Top hounds"? That sounds like a gay boy band, now fuck off.

Hellhound 2: Listen here you fucking piece of meat-

That was a mistake as one of them went to strike me but I was quick with a back elbow hearing bones snap, the other hellhounds pounced as I fought them off getting my chain and wrapping it around my fist, one by one the hellhounds fell. Kicking one in the face I pulled out my shotgun ready to kill one but another one sliced my face, the feeling of blood made my rage grow and all I saw was fear in the hellhound that dug its claws into me, wrapping my chain around his body I pointed the barrel of my shot gun to its stomach and pulled the trigger.

(Something like this)