#Belphegor hazbin hotel

[seramilla]

So in the Emily stays in Hell au…

Who would find Sera first and when?

I assume Sera’s fall is like a meteor crashing down and cratering the ground on impact, the vestiges of divinity gone, everything holy burnt away allowing hell to sink its claws and warp yet another ex-heavenly host. A primal scream of agonizing pain leaves her parched throat and cracked lips. Is that her voice? It doesn’t sound like her voice…

She manages to get to her feet when the pain suddenly hits her full force and she screams again. It feels like something is tearing through her flesh. Her head throbs when a pair of pronghorns burst through her skin. She’s still screaming as her tailbone grows into something long and serpentine seemingly ending with a stinger. Her legs contort and twist into something feline. Sera sobs as claws break through her nail-beds of her charred black forearms. Her sclera blacken as her glowing white irises lose their luster when she spies the remains of her shattered halo in the dirt. There’s so much of her golden blood pooling around her but she doesn’t regret it. She’s so tired and everything hurts but…she has to find Emily, she HAS to find her sister and let her know…but a familiar voice catches her attention…

“…Sera…?”

Then everything goes dark.

Whether divine intervention or sheer luck allowed Carmilla Carmine to find Sera that day, the overlord isn't certain. One moment, she and her girls are scrounging around an old battlefield, looking for weaponry and any other spare mechanical parts they can find, and the next, the sky quite literally opens up above them.

A loud BOOM and a roll of thunder can be heard across the Pentagram, and what sounds like a meteor falling out of the sky. Then, like some sick joke, a deathly sounding hymn follows the cacophony in its wake, and something shatters against the ground, not even half a mile from where they'd been standing.

Carmilla might have turned away. Very nearly does, except she recognizes that particular type of Heavenly body. Not many meteors make their way to Hell; there is no universe or outer space around them to make that possible (generally speaking). No, that sound had been one of an angel falling. In a particularly violent, intentional sort of way; one being forced down, with nothing to break its fall.

She tells her girls to go home. The last time this had happened, Emily had reappeared with Charlie; thankfully, the younger Seraphim hadn't been quite as badly injured as she could have been. Charlie had helped in her descent, but it still wasn't a gentle landing. This person, however...she imagines they are in pain. Quite a lot of pain. And with Lucifer nowhere in sight, she takes it upon herself to be the one to greet this unfortunate soul.

As soon as Carmilla sees the person lying there, however, she knows something isn't right. She's seen angels fall before; it's always a messy ordeal. This one, though...appears to be in mid-transformation. She tries to push herself up, and cries out under the weight of her own pain, and the agony of her twisting, mutating body fighting against her every movement.

Wings are charred. Blackened, with holes and entire feathers missing, having been incinerated up from the fall. They all look different -- some batlike, some like charred bird wings. Horns have already begun sprouting from her head, a tail slashes back and forth in irritation at its new existence, and screaming can be heard as the woman's form contorts and bends upon itself to accommodate these startling new features.

It's the voice that finally tells Carmilla why her gut feeling had been firing off. The closer she gets to this person, the more she recognizes the horrified pitch and timbre of that scream. It's one she had never dared hope to hear again. And witnessing it now, in this circumstance, fills Carmilla Carmine with so much pain, agony, and sorrow, she almost falls onto the ground under the weight of her own grief. She is weeping right along with the woman.

“…Sera…?” Carmilla cries, barely able to keep it together when the person in question looks up at her.

Those eyes. The horns. The wings. All of it is foreign. Twisted and grotesque. A horrific approximation of the woman she had once loved, even at this moment, continuing to reshape and reform in that unfortunate and inevitable change that every Fallen must succumb to. The process is happening much faster with Sera than it had with her, and listening to Sera's screams quite literally makes Carmilla want to die. She is sick to her stomach, and almost empties the contents of her breakfast onto the ground.

"Car---aaaggghhh!" Scales are forming on the tale, while it thrashes around and smacks against the woman's kneeling legs. The horns are becoming less like little pinpricks and more like curved spikes on her forehead, poking through her disheveled, singed hair. Fur is sprouting from her lower limbs, and her eyes are changing color, swirling and twisting in a whirlpool of fire that hasn't quite settled into its new normal yet.

Her wings...oh Fucking Hell, her wings...Carmilla doesn't even want to comprehend what's happening there.

"Carmilla!" Sera screeches, reaching for her with a clawed hand that is still elongating and changing to an onyx black right before her very eyes. "Carmilla, please...! Oh please, god, help me!"

Carmilla rushes to Sera's side. She moves like in a dream. Like time isn't real, and everything is in slow motion. She wants to believe this is only a nightmare she will wake from. She's had several like it before, of Sera eventually falling. But the sight before her is too vile, too horrible, too grotesque to be anything conjured from her mind. Her imagination would never hurt Sera this much.

"Sera! Sera, mi amor, breathe! Just breathe! Take my hand! It will be over soon!"

"Carmilla, what are you even doing here?! I ca-I can't! It hurts! Carmilla, it hurts so much!"

"I know! I know, mi querida. Take my hand! It will be over soon!"

Sera takes Carmilla's large claw in her own, squeezing hard and piercing the skin. Carmilla flinches, but it's nothing compared to the pain that Sera is going through. Carmilla squeezes Sera's hand back, even though her palms are soaked in her own golden blood from where Sera's nicked her skin, and it's trailing down her arm, soaking into her sleeve.

But she doesn't care. It's the absolute last fucking thing on her mind right now.

She can be here with Sera for this. If she can't outright stop the pain, she can guide her through it, at the very least. Be present during the most agonizing thing Sera will ever have to go through. Unlike the last several thousands of years, she won't let Sera be alone in this. No. Never again.

Eventually, things on Sera's body stop shifting and twisting. They settle into a more or less final amalgamation of varying features, which may eventually change or morph even more as Sera settles into her new body. All new Fallen angels must go through something of this sort. Eventually, Sera will learn to control how she looks, and hide some of these features. Just as Carmilla once did. Carmila looks more or less "human" now, for lack of a better comparison. At least more than she did when she first fell.

She'd learned to control it and hide most of what she doesn't like. Now her true form mostly comes out when she is angry, and or when she needs it. Sera will learn her own abilities and limitations, as well. But as things settle down, Sera collapses, overspent and tired from the entire ordeal. Carmilla is grateful that, at least for now, the worst of it is over.

She picks up Sera in her large claws. Sera has always been tall. This manticore-esque creature is no different. But to Carmilla, she weighs like nothing. She never has. Carmilla will always carry her. So she does... carries her back to her compound, so she can call Belphegor. And let Emily know what's happened...that her sister is hurt, but safe.

Sera's world is about to change. Much more than it already has. And this time, Carmilla will be there when she awakens. And for every day and moment and second after that. She will never leave this woman's side again. Ever. She swears it on her life.

[sec-heriablangel]

That is the slothful queen

[hannah-the-small]

The Seven Deadly Sins

[cringebun]

If you're doing them, can I request Charlie telling and showing her uncles and aunts (the sins) her plans of redemption, while they watch and listen skeptically, some without faith (Satan and Mammon) and without the security of telling her what they think for fear of hurting her?

Sorry if it's much.

I had a lot of fun drawing this, thanks! 🙏 ❤️

[ema0rsully]

Whoever made this, it looks amazing!!!

New hell hierarchy chart 🖤✨🔥

[turimoalin]

[lordofdestructionm]

[hisuianserperior]

Just casually meeting all the sins

Minus one of course lol

Too busy making the Fantastical Backflipping Rubber Duck that breathes fire

[tranquil-slaughterhouse]

[paintedaster]

Morning, afternoon, evening. Always a good time for a caffeine break.

[petitprincess1]

ALL THE SINS ARE HERE!!!!

[seramilla]

Give me more of vaggie being carmilla miscarriage kid

Charlie, ever-diligent girlfriend and pillar of strength and love that she is, stands outside Vaggie's hospital room for what seems like hours. She wants to give her girlfriend as much time as she needs to process the news that Carmilla is undoubtedly telling her right now. That includes pacing up and down the hallway. Fighting the urge to peek inside, or disturb this moment that the two women undoubtedly need to face on their own.

There is the sound of shouting, and crying, and understandable frustration from within. The truth had been a surprise to everyone, particularly herself and Lucifer. She can't imagine what's going through Carmilla's mind, or Vaggie's for that matter. She wants to fix it, but there's realistically nothing she can do. Vaggie had told her once that she can't fix everything, and she should accept it. It fucking sucks, but she knows she needs to let her girlfriend do this on her own. With her...mother. That still sounds so weird to say.

After a while, however, it's been at least half an hour since she's heard any sound from inside. The walls of Belphegor's hospital are sturdy; they're built well, but not soundproof. She starts to get concerned that maybe something has happened. The little window over Vaggie's door is covered, and the door is shut tight. Eventually, her curiosity gets the better of her, though. She trusts her girlfriend, but she also has the right to worry about her well-being, all the same.

Just a peek. She'll open the door, confirm everyone is still alive in there, and close it again. They'll be none the wiser. The latch turns slowly in her hand. She doesn't turn it enough for it to click; only for the bolt to release, so she can push it slightly open. Once there's a sliver of light shining through, she peers inside, angling her head in different directions until she gets a view of Vaggie's hospital bed through the slat.

Both women are lying on the bed. Carmilla kind of halfway on, because she's too tall to fit on it completely -- not if she's going to leave Vaggie any room, that is. The smaller woman in question is facing her, cradled up closely against her side, nose buried into the taller woman's chest. She can't see her girlfriend's face entirely at this angle, but she can hear her soft breathing. It's gentle, and light, and familiar; not distressed like it'd been before. She's asleep.

Thank fuck for that, Charlie thinks, as she smiles at the scene in front of her. Carmilla is still awake, and lifts her head slightly to acknowledge Charlie's presence. She nods at Charlie, who smiles and nods back. Charlie closes the latch quietly, finally relieved for some confirmation that they're both okay in there.

Obviously they still need some time, and Vaggie still needs to recover, and come to terms with all that's happened. Her dad, Zestial, and Bel left for the cafeteria a while ago, so she decides to follow them. Hopefully when they return, Vaggie will be awake. Charlie can't wait for her turn to comfort her girlfriend herself. Thank goodness that Carmilla can do so now, in a special way that she cannot. Her chance will come. She just needs to be patient.

[ashcashyy]

extra:

(they don’t serve quadruple extra large servings)

[heart-of-the-morningstar]

My friend sent me this picture from Mastermind, it’s the symbols for all of the sins, with Lucifer at the very top!

[winter-1023]

WE GOT ALL THE SEVEN SINS NOW!!!!!!

[ema0rsully]

Ok- listen to me on this one.

I find it surprising how the authorities arresting I.M.P. were from the sloth ring (the candles). Considering the fact that sloth = lazy. I’d expect the authorities to be from the wrath or even envy ring.

What if- and this is just a theory..

What if, Belphegor is always sleepy because she sleeps for the sinners and inhabitants of the sloth ring.

Belphegor is a sheep. When you can’t sleep, what do you do? You try to count sheep to try and get some sleep. Maybe, what Belphegor does is to help her subjects, she helps sleep for them and in return her subjects aren’t ever sleepy and always energised to do their work. All the energy she gains from sleeping, she gives it to her people so they dont require to sleep. But of course, this takes a toll on her because now she’s always sleepy.

I know, not alot of proof to go around this theory. But look at this guy,

He looks like some kind of anger therapist for Satan. He’s definitely from the sloth ring (the candle). And look back in S2 E4,

The guys are also from the sloth ring (the candles). Seems like all medicine/drugs comes from the sloth ring. And for a ring where you’re supposed to be demotivated or lazy, they do ALOT of work. From careers such as a therapist or an officer, these jobs require ALOT of energy. Some even time consuming.

And Belphegor seems to sleep ALOT compare to her own sinners/inhabitants in sloth. Thats why it got me thinking, how can her own people do all these jobs and yet Belphegor herself cant get through a trial without falling in and out of sleep? It makes you ponder.. why would she do that to herself?

Maybe because, her ring is at the lowest in the hierarchy. Its isn’t the most deadliest sin like pride or wrath. I also think she fears her ring might fall behind the other rings because her people will be too lazy to get anything done. So to avoid any mockery from the other Deadly Sins, she decides to give them energy by sleeping for them. It doesn’t matter is she’s oversleeping or not present when a meeting is being held, as long as her ring is prosperous, she’s sleeping peacefully.

I feel like the downside to all this is that, the sloth ring is ALWAYS awake. Nobody sleeps which means sinners and inhabitants are always finding something to do. Which is why her ring ends up being the ring with the best medicine/drugs, hospitals and maybe even security service.