Devil's hand

Yandere!DevilCapitano x !FemReader

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My hands trembled from the nervous wreck that I was, but combined with the cold which made my cheeks flush a bright pink. All you can see was a cold girl in a white coat, her hands shivering. No one noticed, but the only people in the carriage was me and Father.

She didn't bother to look at me, knowing it wasn't worth her while to look at me; even though I was one of her children.

Though I didn't mind the dismissive figure in front of me, atleast she wasn't talking about me or anything relating to this.. place we're heading to.

“Why fret now, Y/n..” Father asked without taking a glance, eyes focused on the snowy road ahead. With furrowed brows and a worried expression, I wondered how the hell–I mean, how did father know I was worried, nervous.. thinking about all of this. She couldn't have known, I hadn't spoken a word or made a facial expression.

The only thing apparent was my rosey cheeks and hands grasping against each other, fiddling with one and another. Sure, it could've been noticeable but.. my hands? I did that whenever I was cold.

“How did you-”

“Don't ask questions, It is simply because I am your familiar.. and therefore I should always learn what habits my children have, and you are no different from that.” She stated as she turned her eyes towards my direction, looking at my own that looked at her with confusion but; understanding.

“Ahh.. right.. of course..” I mumbled as I hid my hands under my cloak that kept me warm, the black fluff of the coat scratching lightly at my face, gliding its warmth knowing how cold I was.

My eyes lingered on father a bit longer until I turned my head away, embarrassment getting the best of me.

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“Do you know why I picked you?” Father asked after awhile of momentary silence, her hand carrying a concealed bottle – possibly a bitter drink, maybe tea. She drank from it, not carrying if I judged her since we had no guests to impress.

When she pulled her drink away, I could smell something familiar.. and my eyes widened realizing she had passed the drink towards me.

“You.. you drink?” I questioned as my eyes drifted from the bottle and back to her, noticing how she didn't seem phased in the slightest. “Should it matter? I'm only offering this to get you.. relaxed, since your physical body keeps showing signs of how much a nervous wreck you are.” She stated before offering the bottle again but showing it by more force.

“Take it, or I'll offer you to one of my colleagues who’m you won't like..”

“Is that banter I hear, father?” A small smile embraced my face as I took the bottle and took a light sip of it–a harsh scotch that happened to come from mondstadts brew and winery. Don't ask how I knew.

“And is that a child I see drinking alcohol, who taught you such things?” Fathers eyes stared deep into my soul, knowing I had not realized about this small secret that I had.

“You are not a graceful nun, my dear.. yet I will not deter you from the archon you are beloved from, still.. keep it from any familiars you know of. I do not tease as much as this.” I sighed a relief after her words, the hope inside me filling up and washing away the fear that I thought I'd experience.

I nodded my headly lightly and took another sip, having that harsh feeling that was cold–slide down my throat like a slide. My gloved fingers had passed the bottle back to the white haired parental figure, and she too took another drink out of it.

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“This is not something I do often, but I urge to remind you to keep this a secret. I would like to keep it professional and strict when we get to the Palace. You and I have work to do, and don’t take it as a sign to make new friends or get familiarized with these people that work there. I've only brought you with me due to the fact that you study in the work of archons, and though I.. have work containing such.. artifacts, I thought to share some good enlightenment for you.” The female priest mentioned as she dragged her nails across my head, carressing me as I fell to a drunken stooper.

“Father.. why me..” I mumbled as I clenched my fist on the very cloak she wore, my eyes already closed but I was still conscious to hear everything and know my surroundings. It felt as if I was forcing myself to fall asleep.

“Why did you bring me.. and not Lyney and Lynette.. or the others..” I asked once more, opening my eyes and eventually looking up at her, seeing her eyes look down at me.

Expressionless, emotionless, she didn't have that ability to show the needed emotion. She can still understand one's feelings, but can never show her own. No one knew why, not even me, yet it would be nice to see my guardian smile at me for something I've done great.

“Because..” her fingers slowly went down and moved the strands of hair away from my neck, pulling them away until that symbol appeared against my neck, her eyes tracing over the lines of its trajectory.

She glared at that symbol, her hands wanting to clench and destroy the very thing on her childs soul, on a body that wasn't made for anything, yet she couldn't. In her eyes, it was rather a curse than anything else.

“Just rest, my child.” She said before resting her head against the back of her hand, her movements of carressing my hair never faltering. Eventually, with the restless feeling gurgling against my stomach and the drosiness that was bequeathed to me, I slumped against the leg of my familiar, sleeping away whilst the Harbinger was carefully thinking to herself.

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After another few days, we made it to the Palace of where my Father works at from time to time. I was left in a random but comforting guest bedroom of where I will be staying at for the next few weeks, possibly months.

Escorted by my fathers diplomats who'm–seem really suspicious, I was led up to the second floor and towards a room that had double doors, both enlaced with beautiful designs that looked as if they were embroidered to a tea. The door handles; put to a curve with a simplistic look, leaving that the only thing to be simple in the arts of these entrances.

Rushed and closing the door after entering my now quarters, I could simply look at the room in awe. Big drapes of curtains cascading down like a waterfall, the rooms walls painted with many authentic and fantastical flowers that I had never seen before, the bed that was made as a canopy with many blankets ontop to make guests feel more welcome.

A small desk in the corner was planted, hut it was more of the darker side of the room than the lighter side. Even though the chairs back faced the window and with it still being day, that side of the room was left to be lonely without light.

The carpet was soft but not fluffy to walk around on, and with the expenses of everything in this room, it was more than I could afford. Father could probably live a lavish life like this, and she does most of her time, but at home? Probably something downgraded but remotely similar.

In the middle of the room was a table and two couches that looked brand new–something from the neighboring country, Fontaine.

My hand inspected the seat's design and choice of cloth, and to my surprise it was of top tier. The layers, the antique cushioning, the pillows and even the framing for it all. Not many get this due to the design and the costs of it all, but everyone should know that if you have taste and money, then you would know how to use it.

My eyes shifted to the other couch, but my eyes were met with a flowered vase on the small table and a fabric of unknown origins on the table. Intrigued with curiosity, I slowly walked over to it and carefully picked up the note next to the greyish blue vase that was sat next to the fabric. My fingers carefully read the front of it, seeing as it had my name on it, but no known author who had delivered it. I cocked a brow in interest, wondering who had given me such a thing.

My eyes landed back on the vase that was not only filled with glaze Lillie's and other white flowers, it was also accompanied by many sumeru roses.. one of the only flowers that I love absolutely.

I fidgeted with the paper in my hand, wondering if Father had sent this to me as a gift for accompanying her, or maybe something to make me feel more welcomed in this establishment.

My eyes raked over the room once morez hoping it wasn't just someone else. My neck hairs lifted like an alarm ringing in my head, saying that this isn't right. My eyes kept looking around the room and fiddling with the note in my hands. Yet, I couldn't find out what was happening or whatever was here, but I could feel as if there is a presence in this room. Dark and looming, something waiting to grasp it's nasty fingers across my skin.

I shook my head at the thought, realizing I'm working myself up at something that couldn't have been real.

I closed my eyes and attempted to think of something else, thinking of anything to erase that dark thought that nicked at my nerves, nicked at my neck.

The only thing seemingly pleased me was the vase of flowers that were on the table, the very table that was in front of me. And the note too, the note that I held in my hands. I opened my eyes once more and looked down, seeing as I could open the note from the bottom.

I opened it up swiftly and read the components inside of the small card made just for me, which also.. happened to be design in an intricate way.

“Dear Y/n, it has come to my attention that your presence will be one of most importance for the practice you normally use, and in hope of becoming good aqquaintances in the further future, I have brought a gift for you and in hope that you feel more welcomed.

I am not familiar with your choice of clothing and taste for fashion, but I have given you a silk fabric as a nightgown for you to wear and is most comfortable during your times of night here.

One of my men will give you a tour later this evening for most of the places you will be going to, such as the mess hall for example. If you are in need of help, assistance or have questions, you may write back or heed to one of my soldiers.”

To, Y/n.

﹏

My eyes widened at the letter, and my eyes drifted back from the note, to the silk gown that was laid infront of me. Disturbed but rather grateful, I had grabbed the clothing and spread it open for me to see the design of it–but, with great timing and worst possibility, a knock had adrupt me of my moment and time. I had placed the gown down onto the couch and quickly came upto the double door and opened it with a big gap.

My eyes traced the figure that stood in front of me, and immediately realized who it was. I slowly opened the door and allowed them to enter the room, my hair falling to a mess as I bowed down with my hand across my chest.

“Father..”

“Daughter, how are you accustomed to being here?” She asked blatantly, that small but formal greeting she'd give by just saying my name was the only, “Hi, how are you?” I'd get as a question.

“It's alright, I'm slowly getting used to the scenery of this place and everything else.” I stated as I stood back up and looked straight ahead, watching as the priest was looking around the room and inspecting the place with her very own. Her fingers tracing anything that could be touched.

“Y/n.”

My ears perked at the sound of her calling my name, I was almost startled after many moments of her staying silent and I as well, waiting for an answer or something to come up, but it had been several moments until she had spoke.

“Yes, Father?”

“Given the minor details you know… do you know what you're meant to do, what you're meant to be?”

My eyes widened at her question, shocked that she'd asked me this. Though I knew I was brought to do some investigating and do my rituals on an artifact that I hadn't been told about as of yet, I was confused at what I was just asked about. What I was meant to be, what I'm meant to do? Why, how could I know?

I am an unloyal nun for fucks sake, I already drank, I already did numerous of things unloyal to the mans eye, and what else am I meant to do then figure out what I am. I'm a human.. I'm a girl, what else is there to my anatomy?

Am I an adepti that can turn water red now?

“What do you mean by that, Father?” I questioned her, cocking a brow at the unforeseen truth that I'm unaware of, or even if it was a lie.. what the fuck was happening?

“Hmm.. who escorted you here, Y/n? Who gave you this gown, who have you that note.. use your eyes my child, I know that you know.” She asserted herself, now standing in front of me and placing a hand against my cheeks, squishing them firmly and bringing her face up close to mine, letting me reel into the moment and see the fear that comes out.

Mg brows furrowed, my lips now a fishes own pair, and my eyes squinting at my Father, trying to understand what all of this meant. My eyes?

My hands flew up and gripped my father arm in resistance due to the fact that she doesn't stop with limits, she exceeds those limits and from her strength that didn't lack power my face contorted into pain and displeasure. All I wanted to do was yank her off me and–

I closed my eyes for a moment, and once I opened them again–everything.. gone. Boom. Bam.

The Priest, Father, Arlecchino was no longer in front of me, the room now empty except for one of three things that stood out the most. My eyes looked all over the room, seeing as it was an endless cascade of shadows and unadventured dark depths.

The curtains were closed to a shut, my canopy bed now in the dark, no longer in my reach and grasp, everything had been faltered to a filtered shadow of a film, like it wasn't meant to be there.

My hands touched each other to see if I was hallucinating, pinched at each other and even pulled at my hair, but it all seemed to be there, me feeling the pain all over where I picked at.

I was confused, I was cold, I was lost..

Wait.

Cold?

“It's freezing in here..” I said to myself as my hands wrapped around my arms and rubbed myself with them, hoping to provide some heat from the friction. Every breathe I took let out a frost of air in the room, showing just how cold it had gotten.

Out in the corner of my eye, I could see a light, it was faint, but there. My eyes lingered on the object that the light provided, and I was hesitant to even walk over there. My eyes drifted from the couches and table, the window, snd back to the desk that I barely paid attention to.

It was like it needed to show me something, to lure me in and show me what it was.

Was this a lucid dream, perhaps?

A dream where.. I'm not in control?

My hands clenched, gripping tighter against my bare palms with my nails pinching at my skin, ready to sink its teeth in.

Yet, the pain never woke me up, never let me back into reality. It was almost as if I was in a dream, on a stage where only the light directs you. The beaming light that pointed down at me was light, and so was the desk.

Without leaving a dreading thought behind, I carefully decided to walk over there. Even with hesitation, I made it my choice to figure out what was happening.

My legs pulled themselves to waltz right over to the wooden antique table with every thought becoming more unsettling by the minute; yet the more I drew closer the more it felt like it became farther. Distancing itself away from me like I wasn't meant to be here.

I stopped myself for a moment to think about what had just happened, and everything went to a standstill. The room, still frozen to a bare string, and the desk no longer moving away from me.

One step.

Nothing.

Two step.

Nothing.

Four steps.

Something.

My eyes glimmered at the shining light in front, and with a brief and unsettling pause–I dashed towards it. I dashed towards the light that could be my only escape–running like my life depended on it..until finally, I pulled my hand out to touch that slimmer shade of a bright yellow and everything, everything surrounding me–came back to where I was before.

" our little play-thing~"

oh once these 3 snatched you up they'll never let you go;

the knave aka arlecchino,,

she is the type of person who will make it known to EVERYONE. who you belong to, she doesn't have patience to give out freely to subordinates of the other harbingers if they dare insult or start a rumor about your relationship. she loves to be rough, whether it be pulling on the collar you had on that the marionette gave you or roughly grabbing your chin and kissing you hard till you lose breath, she enjoyed it oh so much.

the marionette aka sandrone;

a sort of quiet one, very observant of the way arlecchino treats you, and oh she finds a sort of delight in seeing you whine for the knave, yet she also may want to be so soft and caring, just for her little puppet, she has you wrapped around her finger (like most things). but when she's rough... oh that means you have angered her or atleast someone has, she'll use you till you can barely form a sentence.

the damselette aka columbina;

well well... now when the damselette has you, you are treated like royalty, with praises, her braiding your hair and giving you hair clips to match hers, she loves you so and will do anything to keep you safe.

they all would...

because they couldn't protect...

rosalyne... </3

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A simple doodle of Arlecchino, aka “The Knave”, from Genshin Impact. 🖼️ Check out the rest of my Genshin Impact fanarts, in the “Genshin Impact” folder at my deviantART gallery for easier browsing! 🌸❗🎇🌅🌃🏞️🌇🌁🌆🏝️🌉🌄💖⭐🎆🏜️ I currently have uploaded 21 Genshin Impact fanarts!

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