Frisk grunted as she was forced across the black marble floor, scraping her knees in the process. The black collar around her neck rubbed against her skin. A chain was connected to the end, wrapped around a hand.

Sans, king of Hell, smirked down at her.

"What's wrong angel? Do you need something?" he taunted, yanking her close.

~'~'~

A week ago, Frisk had been happy and free. She had a break from her work, so she did her favorite pastime: go down to Earth. She landed in a meadow, folding her white wings away.

She hummed as she walked, attracting a group of woodland creatures. Birds sang, while animals nuzzled the beautiful creature. Frisk smiled as she sat down, petting a nearby fawn. She looked down, noticing some pretty flowers.

As she bent over to pick some, she didn't notice a dark shadow watch her.

Sans, lord of all demons, had teleported to the meadow out of fury. Now a days, his demons were stupid. Hell hadn't been getting new souls lately, the angels swaying mortals to Heaven. He was angry, and needed some stress relief.

That was when he saw Frisk. Sitting in the meadow, she hummed as she started to make a flower crown. Animals were gathered peacefully near her.

Sans stared at her, feeling his magic rise up. What he would do to that innocence! He watched her slender fingers braid the stems, imagining her fingers curling in his sheets, ready for him to devour.

He needed her.

He wanted her, NOW.

He walked up to her, Frisk looking up in surprise. "Hello?"

"Hey." Sans said, sitting down. "What's a gal like you doing here?"

"Oh," she said. "I'm just hanging out with my buddies here." A fox nuzzled against her leg, Frisk reaching down to scratch behind its ears. "What are you doing?"

"Oh, nothing." he said. His arm wrapped around her shoulders. "Just stealing an angel."

Frisk barely had time to take in his demon wings before all went dark.