#and! if he actually had a hand in creating the exorcists?

[discordiansamba]

in the wake of the destruction of the Illuminati's airship, they can all sense the tension in the air- the promise that this is not over, by a long shot. but among their friends and the bubble of security they provide, it was easy to not feel it. if he's being perfectly honest, yukio is still reeling from how easily they've accepted him back into the group, like he didn't run off to try and join the Illuminati. it's not quite as baffling as the decision of the three Arc Knights in their company to just ignore his actions and accept him back into the fold- the dreaded son of Satan had turned traitor, after all.

...but he recognizes a second chance, and he intends to take it.

and his intentions had never been to join the Illuminati anyways- he'd gone to them in order to destroy them- to protect rin in the same way he'd protected him for all these years. with Satan parasitizing his left eye, it was only a matter of time before the Illuminati set their sights on him. as soon as rin realized that...

...his fears had been right, in the end.

thank god for satan was perhaps the strangest string of words yukio had ever thought in his life- but if satan hadn't stopped him, rin would have died by his own hand with a smile on his face- all in the service of protecting him. it was yukio's worst fears realized- that his twin had broken himself so badly, discarding all the parts of himself that he deemed unnecessary to his single goal of protecting yukio, that he wouldn't think twice about killing himself to accomplish that.

...but was he any better?

all his life, he'd tried to be perfect. it was better than letting himself be what he was- deeply flawed and twisted up inside, with a dangerous temper and violent impulses that followed it. he'd done his best to squash that part of himself into oblivion, devoting himself to creating the facade of the perfect child- the perfect son, the perfect student- and eventually, the perfect exorcist. he hid himself underneath that, not letting anyone see the ugly mess he was underneath it- to the point where he'd even fooled his own twin.

"...we're both kind of fucked up, huh?"

yukio glanced over at rin and huffed.

"some of us more than others," yukio couldn't help but quip- which earned him a glare from rin, "-at least I recognized my own issues."

"shut up, four eyes," rin grumbled, "-at least I don't wear fake glasses. the hell did you bring a spare pair for? I know you haven't needed them since you drew the sword."

yukio pushed up the bridge of his glasses, "-aesthetic."

rin held his gaze for a long moment- before letting out a burst of laughter. honestly, yukio still had no idea which of his brother's smiles were fake and which were real- and he knew rin probably didn't know the difference either- but the one he wore now seemed real enough.

in the end, they'd both bought into each other's facade.

...maybe now, they'd finally have the chance to actually get to know each other.

[starweaversguidetothehazbinhotel]

A silly prompt for Pride month that I don’t have the energy to actually write. Feel free to borrow if you need inspo.

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While the hotel (and most of Hell) are gearing up for pride month, Alastor learns that both Husk and Lucifer are Pansexuals.

Now; as a man who doesn’t even know he- himself is Ace….our poor deer completely misunderstands and takes the “pan” part literally.

This misconception is prompted/further encouraged by Angel. (who thinks the entire thing is f*ckin hilarious). In order to stir up extra shit, the pornstar tells Alastor aallllll about the kitchen items and ingredients he’s had to use in films before. Even with a permanent smile, it’s impossible for Alastor to mask his horror. Angel’s impromptu lesson in “pan-sex” leaves him shaken and filled with revulsion. Seriously- how unhygienic- he might be a cannibal, but he has standards! This entire time they’ve ALL been eating off those dishes!

Thoroughly convinced that Husk and Lucifer have a depraved fixation with kitchenware. Alastor, begins his crusade.

All the old pots and pans are thrown out and new ones purchased on Al’s dime. With Nifty’s help, the kitchen is scrubbed and bleached top to bottom and twice over. Finally- Alastor bans the king and his thrall from setting a single foot into his kitchen.

This… doesn’t not go over well. Especially where Lucifer is concerned. It’s not Alastor’s kitchen, it’s Charlie’s kitchen. A kitchen HE created and gifted to her (along with the rest of the building)

Of course Charlie tries to mediate (Al does do most of the cooking) but finds Alastor unwilling to share the reason behind his actions. Eventually, he confesses being concerned about cleanliness when preparing meals for everyone, but he refuses to elaborate any further. (His mama raised a gentleman after all. Discussing sexual depravity with a young lady would be uncouth… Especially in regards to her own father.)

Husk heeds the ban without hesitation. He’s still getting fed and it gets him out of dish-duty so he doesn’t really care. (And with the collar around his neck? It’s not like he has much of a choice.)

But Lucifer? Oh. He goes by the kitchen every chance he gets. That prissy deer want to act like Lucifer is unsanitary? Well- welcome to Hell b*tch. He uses pans and doesn’t wash them. He purposefully leaves crumbs on the counter. He opens cabinet doors and doesn’t close them. Lucifer even goes as far as to reorganize the spice rack by sent profile.

In response- any dishes or ingredients Lucifer used unsupervised are thrown out. And soon after, voodoo based wards are put up. Meticulously crafted to inflict pain on those who go further than chaste hand-holding within the kitchen’s bounds. Yet- despite his many visits to the kitchen - Lucifer never triggers the wards. Something that is absolutely baffling to Alastor… was the king really just cooking? Or was he just biding his time now that he was being watched?

It’s hard for the Overlord to say because it wasn’t long before someone someone else discovered the spell on the kitchen.

A innocent good morning peck on Charlie’s cheek and suddenly the former exorcist’s hair is on fire.

Aaananndd. Now Charlie is calling an emergency meeting. The kitchen situation has gone too far. The wards need to come down, and staff members need to clean up after themselves. Turns out, Lucifer leaving dirty dishes and crumbs has been attracting roaches to the hotel. Which means Nifty is manic and extra stabby.

With everyone in agreement. It leaves Alastor with only one card left to play. If he can’t guarantee himself sex-free kitchenware. Then he is no longer willing to cook for anyone in the hotel. They can survive off of pancakes and takeout.

This threat is effective. Warm home-cooked meals have been one of the perks of living with the radio demon. Nobody wants to go back to cold-cut sandwiches and melted popsicles.

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That’s all I got. Honestly, I’d like to see the misunderstanding resolved. Alastor learning more about his own sexuality…and maybe some soft radioapple.

But my brain is tired and I have no idea how to get there. Again, feel free to play with this idea or make suggestions.

[tsururoach]

Ioriku AU + ramble down below:

Au ramble: It's a mixture/touch and go of some stories I liked and wanted to dabble in with Ioriku:

-Riku and Tenn are children who were born with an odd amount of divine/spiritual power. However, Riku couldn't handle that level of power both because of his own health + because his power was focused entirely on his voice

-Tenn, because of his better control and because he didn't want Riku to be the one to go, enters the temple. Because of the "divine" nature of it, Riku hasn't seen him since

-Riku was given a prophecy as a child that he would die from his singing/voice, which Tenn had overheard. However, on the other end, Riku would be overwhelmed if he didn't get the release he did from singing.

-Iori is from a music obsessed bird clan, but would constantly visit the human world. Initially he did for his music loving older brother, to help him pursue furthering his music, but eventually started going because he enjoyed human things.

-Iori then finds Riku one day singing and becomes transfixed.

-At first, Iori is similar to other spirits who want possession of the voice, but as Iori listens, he realizes that while It was wearing riku's body down, the only person who can properly bring the power out of Riku's voice is riku himself.

-Iori then, properly runs away from his clan and fully pretends to be human, sealing away his bird characteristics. Becoming friends with Riku begins as an accident, because he truly just wanted to listen to Riku sing properly. (Which was difficult when the temple/exorcists kept watch over Riku outside of the forest)

-It's inevitable, but Riku's voice finally over takes him, and while Riku was recovering a stray god takes his singing voice.

-Riku falls into a depression because it was both the one thing he had shared with Tenn, and also something he had genuinely enjoyed. (Also he felt phantom pains, with it missing.)

-While without it, Riku's life would be extended, he cannot sing again.

-Iori had actually stolen a small part of Riku's voice before he went undercover as human, but struggled to return it (but had felt guilt for taking that small part in the first place.)

(This preserved part of Riku's singing was one taken from loneliness.)

-Because of this, Iori would be able to track down the stolen voice... but only after crossing the boundary to the spirit realm ... and with Riku in hand.

-It is the most extreme of extreme taboo to let a human see a spirit's true form, and can cause disaster (either for the spirit or the human). However, It's borderline impossible for just a spirit to pretend to be human in the spirit's boundary.

-Because of this, he makes a deal with Riku, that Riku cannot look at him if Riku wanted his voice back. While at this point Riku kind of vaguely knows what's going on (both because of the impossibility of events and because of tenn), he decides to trust Iori.

-Iori only partially transforms in the spiritual boundary. This makes him both weaker... but also harder to track down.

...

-Iori also wants Riku to still consider him as human, as fruitless as that is.

-They're being pursued both by the temple and by other spirits (those who wants the remnants of Riku's voice and the servant of the god)

-Iori's clan wasn't one of fighting, but he collaborates with Riku to create a song that can keep at least the spirits off their back.

-Iori plans on leaving Riku permanently, once his voice is retrieved.

[phoenixfire-thewizardgoddess]

Headcanon - Backstory AU

Contains mentions of chaotic cannibal nonsense and child harm

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Against all odds, Alastor is good with small children.

Rosie has brought one of her nieces to the hotel with her, and is passing her around. She’s Aunty Rosie to all her citizens, so when one of the hellborns inevitably ends up with an infant, she always gets a chance to love on the little thing. She has eviscerated people for looking at her niblings wrong before.

Vaggie and Charlie are delighted at the little thing, even though it has a Lot and I mean a Lot of teeth. This little darling was a surprise for the cannibal couple that had her, but Lucifer drops in the idea that perhaps it was all the angelic meat they’d consumed. Angel blood, even low tier like the exorcists, did carry the spark of Life and Creation… much the same as Sinners were made of Death and Destruction. 

“Would explain the poor dear’s terrible morning sickness. And afternoon sickness.” Rosie muses.

The King is concerned, Sinners should not be popping out children like that. It could put those little things in danger… knowing what vile creatures some of his citizens were. Didn’t stop him from cooing over something small and sweet and demonic, like his little Charlie once was and, let’s be real, he still saw her as. What a squishy little thing!

He used his feathers to tickle her, not bothered in the least when the baby yanked a few out. He jokes to Charlie that she nearly took a wing right off when she got her strength in!

Vaggie seems hesitant, likely the exorcists didn't spend much time around the children in heaven. She holds the infant like a bomb about to go off. Charlie isn’t much better.

“Hmm, we can try that again in a moment, dears, I will need to feed her now.” Rosie interjects, and pauses, “Actually Al, could you do it? My wrist is still scabbed over from this morning’s feed… but her parents need a break, so who am I to complain?” she laughs. 

Vaggie stiffens as the baby goes to Al. 

“Oh relax Vagatha, little Mira here will be just fine.” He hums, shoving up a sleeve and using a claw to create a rather alarming cut. Charlie goes green.

“Okay, hold on, you can’t give a baby blo-...” she launches forwards as the infant latches her sharp little teeth onto Alastor’s wrist, thoroughly supported by the Overlord’s other arm, even the head postured correctly. Lucifer himself, though sceptical, puts a stop to that action with a hand on Charlie’s arm.

“Honey, the little ball of violent joy is a cannibal… even if we could find infant formula in this Ring, it wouldn’t do much good. At least this way anyone in the town can feed her. Still… I get it’s freaky to watch.” 

Angel chose that moment to walk in, and freeze. “Okay, is this a congratulations thing or one’a those situations where we’re hand-rearing our dinner, cause I have no idea what is happening here?”

Two Overlords glared at Angel, and he cowered back. 

“Okay, okay, congrats on the weird vampire baby that… actually, rewind, where did we get a baby in this place? Thought no one could y’know, Make Life in this Pit.” 

“Well, his Lowness has an idea that this and several other concerning developments around Cannibal town, are likely due to the angelic meat from the extermination. Other than that, we’re rather as surprised as you are… but do come over and meet little Miranda-Claire at your leisure.”

“That’s a weird-ass name, but she’s sorta cute.” Angel responds, getting closer. He hasn’t been in the room with a baby since he was alive, there was always one at a family gathering, it was a big Familia.

 

“I’m given to understand that is the compromise reached with the parents, when they were initially adamant about calling her ‘Miracle’. Although,” Alastor paused, thinking it over, “I do believe they got one over on you Rosie. Mira-Claire is close enough, wouldn’t you say?”

“Oh those foolish cannibals of mine…” sighed Rosie, recognising the play. “I just thought being called Miracle in a place like this wouldn’t be too great at keeping her safe, but… well, my darlings have their own minds at the end of the day, and they make their choices.”

“Wait, back up, did you say there are others expecting in your town?” Lucifer clarifies, his fingers tapping out a panicked message to Belphegor in the group text, seeking medical opinions on this whole shitshow. Ozzie was sending a number of emojis back that implied the sin was intrigued about how the cannibals had made the children, but not… in the way Lucifer was academically curious.

“Indeed, quite a few! Several are rather confused about it, as they have no idea how it happened, like dear Stabitha who only courts other cannibettes, and dear young Goreson, whose wife is understandably confused.” Rosie pauses, her whole body suddenly trembling with malicious glee as she turns to Alastor. His ears twitch in horrified anticipation as her grin went nearly as wide as his own. “And you’d never believe it but… guess who’s expecting?!”

“...NO!”

“YES! And she’s insufferably smug about it too!”

“Ah, perhaps dear Charlotte has been let off the hook, because whatever Susan is carrying MUST be the antichrist… there’s no other explanation.” 

“Exactly!” Rosie dissolves into cackles, and Alastor joins in. 

“BUT SHE’S ANCIENT?!” Charlie shouts, eyes wide and unfocused as she tried to picture an expecting Susan. She can’t bring herself to think the word ‘pregnant’ in the same general vicinity of the woman… even if Susan had been the lynchpin for the whole Extermination support situation. 

“Age is such an oddly fickle thing here, Charlotte, you know that. Why, anyone would assume you were in your twenties to look at you, but chronologically… I expect that you are older than everyone here, save the little majesty over there.”

“Oh yeah. Fair!”

Mira begins to fuss and pulls away to make a frustrated gurgling sound. 

Rosie expertly takes her and flips her about to pat firmly on her small back until the little creature burped. Niffty appearing with a bundle of clothing to change the child into and bouncing up and down in frantic excitement. 

“Can I make her clean? Can I? Can I? Can I?”

“Well, darling, if you do it over here where we can help you if you need it. I understand you haven’t spent much time with little ones…” 

“And freaky-face has? Hah!” Angel laughs, flippantly as he follows Niffty to the conjured blanket on the floor to clean up the child. “Betcha the last time you saw an infant it was sauteed or some shit.”

Vaggie can’t help but laugh, trying to turn it into a cough at the last moment.

Charlie looks aghast at the statement, but with a hint of suspicion there just long enough that Rosie’s expression fell. First hurt, then a snarl.

“Because all cannibals like to eat infants, is that right my poorly mannered fellow?” 

“Oh, er… well, I mean…”

“He didn’t mean it like that, Sovereign Rosie.” Vaggie added, not looking Rosie in the eyes. “It’s just that Alastor does freaky shit all the time, and he teases us, so…”

“Yeah, it ain’t that serious! Just joking, like the time I offered to suck his d-...” Angel interjects, and is cut off by the baby beginning to wail. “Oh, yeah, kid-friendly language. When I offered to-...”

“Enough.” Her voice was everywhere as the room went dark, and people’s bodies locked up. Without looking, Rosie felt her friend shift away into shadows, she could taste the hurt in the tang of his blood. Her powers holding everyone not of royal descent in a momentary pause. She sighs, upset at this breach of etiquette, and released them. “Do forgive me that slip of decorum, my dears, but perhaps watch your tongues before I find a reason to use them for seasoning. Hmmm?” 

“Okay, okay promise not to make baby rib jokes at Smiles or the other cannibals. Got it.” Angel placates. He’s already handled one pissed off overlord today, didn’t want to make it three. “Say, where’s he gone?”

“Ran off like a startled deer, I bet.” Lucifer preens, and feels the hair on the back of his neck rise as Overlord Rosie levels her eyeless gaze at him. She couldn’t hurt him… right? Asking for a friend.

Husk rolls his eyes. “Wouldn’t go poking that bear, if I were you, your Majesty. Boss is a nightmare made flesh when he wants to be and all but he’s weirdly good with kids… specially small ones like her. Happens when you’re the oldest, I guess, you get used to it. I sure had to… not like you can return the little buggers when they’re out.”

Rosie burst into laughter. “Not with that attitude, you can’t!”

“Oh, er, and would any of those hypothetical evil not-deer siblings be down here…?” Lucifer’s thousand yard stare spoke of his internal horror at the idea of multiple Alastors running amuck in his domain. One was enough, thanks. 

“Nah, well, not sure. They make a big fuss on earth about how unbaptised babies are sinners and would go to hell and all. Is that bit true or just some fucked up shit someone decided to put into doctrine?” Husk asks, accidentally allowing his gaze to soften as it fell on Angel trying to placate the sobbing Mira with four hands full of dancing toys. Niffty was wriggling a new set of clothes on the child as he did so.

“They said WHAT?!” Lucifer shouted, hellfire bursting from his tongue in disgust. “What possible crime could an infant even commit?”

“Something about being born evil from the original sin or whatever, but you know, the crazies who follow that line of thinking often also believe that the menstrual cycle was some sort of Heavenly judgement and not just… biology. Church near my town back on earth used to dance with snakes and claim to be the enactors of the lord’s will; liked to wear bleached hoods at night if you get me. And you just know that people like them wrote the literal book they all believe in… so I didn’t put much stock in it.” Husk shrugs, then takes a stern look at Lucifer, before starting to make the man a stiff drink.

“...where would I even PUT that many children?” Lucifer murmurs, as Charlie walks him to the bar, patting his back. 

“Where indeed, little king?” Alastor rematerialised, any trace of the earlier feeding removed and his clothing immaculate once more. He leans against the bar, watching Angel now dual-wielding one sobbing infant and the equally-distraught Niffty, who wasn’t sure why the baby disliked her attempts to keep her tidy. 

Rosie moved to intervene, smoothly. “Here, here, little miss… such a fuss for no reason!” she chides, picking up Niffty and holding her tightly, stroking soft red locks.

Angel brings the baby to the bar, looking uncertain. “I used to be okay with babies, not sure what part of me is setting her off. Is it the fur?”

Alastor tilts his head and a tendril delivers a firm strike to the baby’s back. Another little bubbled burp escapes, and the distress ceases instantly.

“I suspect that all the movement simply unsettled her recent feed, and she needed further burping. Nothing against your personal ability to manage an infant. For someone allegedly full of himself, you certainly can be quite self-conscious can’t you, Angel?” 

“Thank fuc-...dge! Heh, she’s kinda cute when she’s all happy an’ shi-...zz.” Angel dodges the swear words as best he can, after decades of casual use. He bounces Mira delightedly, and she clacks her sharp teeth at him in delight. “Okay, that’s a bit freaky but like… she’s full, right? Cause I think it’d be a bad idea for her to get a taste of me, with all the weird stuff Val was pumping into the air today at the studio.”

“Oh she’s fine, darling, don’t worry. You’ll know if she’s hungry again, but I think between Al and I we can get her unlatch her jaw before anything too vital is lost.”

“Could I hold her again?” Charlie asks, looking wistfully at the little creature. Behind her, Vaggie’s fingers twitch, eager to have another chance as well.

“I don’t see why not, Charlie dear, but I will need to get back to my silly people within the next hour or so. They can start doing the strangest things when I’m away too long… and with Susan so unexpectedly... blessed, I doubt she is paying close attention to any antics happening in my absence.” 

“On the bright side, the lack of screams of the eviscerated do indicate no one has gone on a feeding frenzy yet!” Alastor laughed back. “Though there is still time, if some enterprising young hunter wanted to try their hand at testing the boundaries…”

Lucifer looked between the overlords sandwiching him at the counter, and then over to Charlie, Vaggie and Mira. He frowns, a faint nostalgic smile on his face, recalling Lillith with baby Charlie.

“Were there any other side effects you’ve noticed from the… post-extermination feast? Aside from the apparently miraculous string of pregnancies? There weren’t say, 66 of them, were there?” He half-jokes, panicking internally.

“Why, just a general heightened cheerfulness amongst the populace. And rest assured the number is well below twenty in total, I promise. Unless you need it to be more… I have some of the meat and products left in the deep freezers we can haul out. Anything for King and country, eh, Alastor?”

“...well, it wouldn’t do to allow Susan to hog the spotlight, would it?” He grinned back at Rosie. “Thy will be done and all, little majesty.” 

“What-... no-... please whatever you do, no more angel meat until I’ve asked Belphegor about it. We don’t want to do anything that might set off a seal.” The desperation in his tone was aimed more at the idea of having to compete for Charlie’s attention with two theoretically pregnant overlords at once, and knowing he’d never win that little contest. Not now Charlie knew how adorable babies were. 

The overlords threw back their heads and laughed, dissipating the tension as Lucifer realised neither had been serious. Damn, he needed to get better at reading people… all that time cooped up in the palace had atrophied his bullshit detecting skills.

Husk reached across the bartop to stroke the child’s cheek, tail swishing in excitement as she grabbed his claw. “Okay, that’s pretty cute, kid. You think maybe her parents would mind us spending more time with her as she grows? Nowhere safer than here, if you think about it.” 

“Why husker, are you volunteering to babysit? I could add it to your roster, if that’s what you prefer.” 

“Ah, can it Al, you want the little miss here as much as I do. Could be fun to have a bunch of little cannibals and cannibettes bobbing about the place, might be the only time it ever happens down here.”

“...how bold of you, Husker. Though, true, it could be fun… as long as dear Rosie agrees?” 

“Boys, I promise that these poor sinners of mine will be bursting through your wall at all hours to drop off the children for a moment’s peace very soon. As delighted as they are this has been quite the surprise, and rather distressing for more than a few people.”

“Splendid!” Alastor claps his hands, leaning over Lucifer toward Rosie as if to share a secret, and not simply to piss off the King trapped between respective chests. “Now I hear that you-...”

The side wall blasts inwards explosively, electricity sparking in all directions. 

For one horrifying split second, everyone is hurled across the room and baby Mira seems flies free of Charlotte’s hands as the Princess is dazed by a chunk of foundational concrete. 

Vaggie reaches out to grab the child, but it is Alastor's shade who moves fastest, snatching the child out of harm’s way before anyone can blink. 

With a spine-chilling cervine shriek, the area floods with shadow as a very ticked-off Overlord expands to fit the confines of the room, looming over the no-longer-triumphant looking Vox he is pinned to the floor with a massive hand. A ludicrously small looking infant cradled carefully in the other.

“H33y you fuckee33r, fi111ght fair!” Vox growls, screen fritzing around the cracked screen. Building a charge to blast the other through the pinning appendage. “T111me3 to pay fff-4444our that little stunt with mmmm-my show!”

“V̶̪̠̩́̌͌̊͂̕O̶̢̯̯̹̮̮̰̟̠̭̦̔̋͊͑͋̆̋͒̅͘Ẍ̵̲̲̹̜͕̫̫͖̠͍́̇̒́̿́̎̅̌̊”

“Oh fuckkkkk o0000ff with thaaatttt…”

Charlie, stunned but regaining her sense of stability, is helped upright by Vaggie. 

Her father hovers frantically about her, and notices the smear of blood down her temple, the dazed look in her eyes, and he sees red.

 

“☠ S̶̠̣̲͂I̷̜͝N̸̳̰̰̱̾̋N̸͉̽̈́Ẻ̵̖̯̊R̸͇̪̈́̊̅͝,̴͓͍̲̦͍́̆ ̶̹̮̘̲̤̅̉̔Y̶͈͑͆́̊̚o̸̭̽̀u̸͉̯͕̯̘͊̈́̂̓͊ ̷̫̫̳͗͆̇ͅD̸͈̲͒̂̍́͘͜À̸̡̡̜͚̪R̴̺̻̈́͛ͅË̶̡̦̯̼͎́̆͂͊D̸̛̠̱̖̻̘̏͑͋̐ ̶͉̗́t̶͉̲͍̠̄̈̊͝ȯ̷͖̎͑ ̵̘̞̫̤̏͋̔a̴̼̩̋t̴̨̼̻͖̑̐̀t̷̝͈̩̝̀̋͊ͅa̸̯̳̋̔͜ͅc̸̹̖̔̍̂k̶̟̓ ̷̺͆̑̎͝a̸͔̩̪̐ ̷̟͍͈͍́p̵̟̖̘̄̓̅͘l̴̨̨̛͕̰̆͌͐͜ã̴̻͇̲̱̺c̴̬͚͉͓̉͋̀̄̊ȩ̷̹́ ̸͔̒̈́ü̷̳̻̤͆̑ṇ̷͍͔͈̈́͝d̶͖͕̮́ẻ̸̖͓̥̠r̷̢͇̰̩̈́͐̈́́͜ ̴̨̩͈̟͈̽t̴̢̨̫̀͌͘ͅẖ̶̰͙̙̗͊͌ē̴̦̪̼̘͒̉̃̕ ̵̹̗̣̠͇̀̿͑͝r̶̛̲̝̒̒̕u̴̯̤̒̓̍̇l̸̻͓̓̐̕͝ȅ̵̝̌ͅ ̸͇̭̗̞͎̇ō̵̧̟͍̻̉͝f̷͓͎̍̽͊̈ ̸̟͙̮̋̈m̷̘̑̅͐͗̕y̶̠͚̙̾̓́ ̸̨̼̖͖͙̾̈́ḍ̷̛̠͐̈́å̸̭̱̠͔̮͗͠͝ǘ̸̙̤́͝g̴̢̘̗̝̐h̶̗͎̗͋́̋͂́t̶͖̝͍̃́e̶̦̟̫̱̿́͐̎r̴̯͕̟͂̆̄?̴͎͊̃̀͆͜ ̷̬̪͚͖̽̎U̶̬̒̃̎n̶̘̙̣̂̃͐ͅd̷͈̠̽ȩ̵̘͎̲̭̋̌ṛ̸͓͎͈͕͑̑̄ ̷̛̹̻͛͘ͅm̶̡̯̺̻̭͌y̷̜̌̈́͂̀̚ͅ ̷̮͝ṕ̸͎͍̭͕̍͒̓r̶̟̱̖̋ô̷̗̓̐̾t̸̩̣͊͐͗̑͜͝ẹ̸̦͇͚̞̿͂c̷̜͠t̸̼͖̋͐̃î̴̢̙͕͇͕̔̀͆́ö̸̻́͛n̷̨̧̺̣̤͝?̸̧͕̆!̵̰̿̽͗̆ ☠”

Vox realises he fucked up and tried to escape. He’d come to fight Alastor, for knocking out his towers earlier that day… not face down the Devil himself.

“Y000our Maje33s555ty, I can expla- pla-plain…” he glitches harder, casting about for any spark he could use to leave the situation.

“You disappoint me, Vox. I always thought you better than this, lowering yourself to some petty attack in the middle of the day… and I assure you, it would not do to test my patience for you, dear. I am starting to grow… H̵̳̞͚̥͈̬̦̳̹̤̳̃̈́̉͂̈̔̍͂̓́̚͜ͅͅǘ̸̞̆͑̒̔͐̕n̶̡̳͇̹̟̤͕̬͍̻͚̝̬͛͜ḡ̸̡̨̗͍̭̺̠̞͇̻̺̃̄̽̈́̑̏̈́̏̐̚r̶̬̖͌͐̊̍͗͘ͅy̸̗̞̖̠̝̯̫̍́͛͐.” Rosie intones, and Vox looks about three seconds from Blue Screening… or ruining his pants. 

Alastor makes a disgusted sound, his static filling the air with warning klaxxons as baby Mira shifts in his hand and expresses her disgruntlement at the noise. He pulls back the hand holding Vox to the floor as it is clear the TV was enjoying this near death situation far more than anyone involved preferred.

“Leave, Vox. Or I shall enjoy feasting on what remains when his Majesty and Alastor are finished with you.” She orders, standing tall over him now. She claps at him, “SHOO.”

He hurls himself at a sparking wire from the busted wall, disappearing down the line  as hellfire singes where he was. 

Lucifer is seething, but he’s marked down that sinner’s name and face. He had all of eternity to ensure that such a creature didn’t get away with harming his Charlotte… speaking of, he hastens to her side.

Rosie, meanwhile, is taking little Mira and handing her off to Husk. Angel has Niffty in several arms and is stroking her hair. It’s a little more for him, at this point, anxiety about retribution from Val high in his worries right now. 

“Now deerling, you need to settle down as well because she’s fine… and Charlie’s fine too. See, Husk has her… she didn’t get hurt, your shadow saw to that.” Rosie soothes, as Alastor began to shrink down again. “See? Totally fine!” 

“...ah, excellent. Do excuse me.” He murmured, and disappeared into shadow.

“Blast, now I have to trek through his bayou in my nice boots. Husker, can you handle Mira for a moment longer? Excellent, good chap.” Rosie orders, sidestepping some shadow poppets that arrived for the wall. She pauses, glaring menacingly at the wing obstructing the way as if she was tallying the risks of biting his Majesty for the sheer pique of him holding up her egress.

“Hey, hang on… firstly are you okay?” Lucifer asks, and at once you can see the angel he was glowing behind the years of torment and self-hatred. “I retained a small vestige of my healing, I can help if you need me to. The child is fine, she didn’t even get dust on her.”

“Sire, I’m fine, but I do need to go and visit my deer friend before he goes on a rampage. Vox really crossed the line today, and over one of their little spats, honestly I have no idea why I don’t just eat the pair of them.” She grumbles, storming up the stairs with the King hovering behind. He’s not really doing this altruistically, its more curiosity at this point, but she’ll take it.

“So… what’s eating the bellhop?”

“I’d prefer, Majesty, if you refrained from antagonising him for the moment. This whole situation has stirred up something that I will mention, but ask for your discretion about, as I would have to eat you should you try and use it against him in this whole dick measuring contest you two have going.” 

He nearly falls out of the air hearing Rosie swear like that. It just… caught him off guard, is all.

“I-... er, yeah, okay. I mean, I was ready to end Box for hurting Charlie, but she’s my daughter and I’d burn down Heaven for her if I had to. What’s up with spooky in the swamp?”

“It’s a sad little story, but the gist of it was that he was never an only child… just the only one that grew up. Some never took their first breaths, their bodies already bruised from their father’s fists and their mother too frail to give them what was needed… and just the one little girl made it beyond that fragile measure. A little sister that brought joy into a place of torment and violence, who was doted on and cared for primarily by a brother barely older than her.”

Alastor will never tell you more than that, and it is not my place to share the parts around the cruelty of his father, the suffering of his mother, and all of the townsfolk who let it happen because it was easier than interfering. What I can say, is that despite the best efforts of my fawn-dest friend, babies cry… and violent men dislike things out of their control.”

Lucifer thought about his little Charlie, and his stomach dropped. 

“The little girl was dashed into the wall, you see. Have you ever seen a baby strike something solid like that? They have no chance… no way to defend against it. She didn’t even cry out, and that silence was so profound I am certain it had something to do with the manifestation of Alastor’s static ambiance. He hates when it’s too quiet.”

“...fuck.” Lucifer choked out, gorge rising. “I-... I would have killed someone for less.”

“Oh, never you mind, Majesty, he definitely murdered that man. Twice. You can hear his screams in the background of any broadcast if you know who to listen for.” Rosie grins, pushing open the door and shooing off the shadow as it leapt at Lucifer. “Come now, we’re here to help. In anycase, sire, the damage was already done… I think that perhaps today was a step too far for anyone to handle. Babies in Hell of all things, and then the one he’s even tangentially attached to is launched at a wall… I thought he was going to break the hotel in half with his panicked response.”

“...I… I didn’t even think about the baby, I was looking at Charlie.” 

“Understandable, of course, she is very much Your Baby and a delightful young lady at that. She was safe, you saw him put a tendril between the Princess and Vox, I’m certain. And I would have stepped in if needed.” 

“So, there’s a swamp in here… where do we look?”

“Oh, I know the place, it’s just a shame the place is so realistic.” Rosie laments her boots’ fate and storms in looking for her friend. “You’d better be decent, I’m coming in!” she yells, startling a laugh from somewhere nearby.

“Not a day in my life, Rosie…” echoes around them in the mist. 

Rounding a clump of mangroves, they find a mossy alcove under a large, sprawling tree that seems to be both a seat and a large bowl style bed. One might fit at least four Angel Dusts in there if they curled up a little.

Alastor was sitting there with his face in his hands, bloody gouges trailing from under his eyes down his cheeks. Reopening as they tried to close.

Rosie smacks his hands away. “Enough of that!”

Heart 2 Heart style talk about how everyone is okay.

Lucifer is awkward about it.

Rosie offers to use her power to settle Alastor to sleep, but he refuses, stating he wanted to check on the child one more time.  Lucifer mentions that a drop of his blood could do the same, if he imbues it right, and Alastor makes a quip about the king clearly trying to get him pregnant at the exact moment Niffty races past. Ensuring the rest of the hotel gets a messy version of it.

Checks on little Mira, she’s FINE.

Banter. Insistence that Susan is carrying the true antichrist and they need to let Heaven know to avoid hostilities. Rosie collects the child and heads back to Cannibal Town.

Husk asks if things are fine? Subtly. 

Yes. The wall is almost completed.

Once Rosie is out of sight, Angel receives an aggressive call from Valentino, calling ‘his whore back to work’ and telling him to give up any plans on walking for the next week because Vox came back pissed. He needed someone to play with… etc.

“Oh, let him know you’re coming, Angel. I’m sure we could escort you there.”

“Please don’t get me in trouble with Val…”

“My good man, he can’t hurt you if he’s DEAD, can he?”

Epilogue of Lucifer and Alastor having a conversation where it is slowly revealed that they are standing in the decimated ruins of V tower, twitching masses of viscera are left of their adversaries. 

Shell shocked Angel standing there, half horrified and half aroused. 

“Okay, I know the answer was no the first time I said it, but can I PLEASE suck ya-...”

“NO” unified response.

“Hey, your loss.” He shrugs, texting Cherri the good news. “Well, if ya change ya mind ‘Boss’, just know I can probably get ya pregnant with more accuracy than Short King there…” 

The sinner howls with laughter as he dashes off, at the truly scandalised expression on Alastor’s face. The temptation to yank him back by the soulchain was… strong.

“Oh come on… I could too get you pregnant,” Lucifer whines. Getting him a glare. “I mean theoretically. Had this whole argument with Lillith before Charlie, but she insisted… and well, let me tell you the whole process is No Joke. I love Charlie, but never again.”

“...that explains a lot about both of you.”

“I spill the best kept secret in hell and you backhand it at me. You’re infuriating!”

“I aim to tease, your majesty.” Alastor grins. He glances up at the pentagram in the sky. “So, it appears that things are changing once more, and of all the plagues to cast upon us… Hell is full of cannibal infants. Is there anything in that little book about that?”

“Er, I didn’t like how fictionalised it was, so I never finished it. No one said begat by the way, except maybe Uriel once when he made a joke about how he be-getting tired of hearing self-serving prayers.” Lucifer glanced up, then bac at the sinner. “Not the worst thing that could happen, I suppose… and hey, if Charlie’s program works, maybe we can get them upstairs and eating angels soon too.”

There’s a pause. “You know, I’m sure your sister is up there, with your mother… never had anyone under thirteen fall here, and that was a very specific circumstance. Msot teens get a pass because they’re all naturally little monsters… er, I’m bad at sympathising, but I hope you get what I mean.”

“Oh, I do… but watching you fumble was fun.”

“Fuck you.”

“I thought we’d moved past the impregnation discussion sire, I’m starting to suspect you have ulterior motives here…” Alastor quips back, stepping atop what was left of Vox’s severed screen as they began to walk back to the hotel.

“Oh you fucker-...”

“Alas, again I must decline, my short-statured sovereign. Many thanks for your consideration, but I dont believe I own a step-stool of the right height to facilitate anything salacious betwixt us. Ah, a pity…” 

“...I can’t think of anything you won’t twist into something fucked up…” Lucifer admits, cringing slightly as a hunk of what may have been Valentino once slipped off a nearby neon sign and landed at his feet. “Heh, guess that moth guy had guts after all… they’re on my shoes.”

Alastor can’t help but snort in response.

“Why little majesty, I do believe I could come to like you if you continue to amuse like this.”

“Excellent, you’re falling for my fantastic sense of humour already. So when I do decide to end you, you won’t see me coming!”

“Sire, given the lack of a step stool, I wouldn’t be seeing you coming in any circumstance…” Alastor deadpans, and flits up the street in his shade to stand next to a stunned-looking Angel Dust. Cherri Bomb is rolling on the pavement beside him, howling with laughter.

Lucifer sputters, grinning and furious that the red haired bellhop had somehow outmanoeuvred him in their little game of wordplay. He’s trying to slap something together on the fly, and finding nothing.

“Come along, your Lowness, I believe Charlie is cooking dinner tonight. At least one person capable of putting out an industrial fire should be present, for the sanctity of the hotel.”

“Hey, I taught Char-Char to cook. She’s fine at it!”

“...nah I’m with Smiles. That girl is amazing as long as you can force down charcoal flavoured whatever it was supposed to be at every meal. No idea how Vaggie manages it. There’s love, and then there’s that codependent mess…” Angel adds.

“

[Find way to end]

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖇- 𝕳𝖍 𝖝 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

Chapter 3- Family feud

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐞 (𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞)

               𝐁𝐲 𝐄𝐦𝐦𝐚 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐨𝐧

                             

                              ↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

                 

                    1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

Prologue Chapter 3.5

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

  "YOUR HIGHNESS!!!"

Liam's loud, shreeky voice called out to you. But you could care less, as you stormed out of the ball room, practically ripping off the uncomfortable and itchy gown you were forced to be fitted in.

The clicking of your hooves tapped against the crystal tiles of the floor, as you stomped off. You didn't know, you just wanted to get out of there. You picked up your pace as you heard the door slam open, and three pairs of footsteps following after you.

"Oh c'mon babe, where are you going?" You heard Adam call after you.

"Somewhere away from the three is you!" you snapped back, as you crossed your arms, one of your ears flicking in irritation.

"Your highness!" Liam spoke up, following not far after you, Adam and Lute.. "I understand your frustrations, but you shouldn't run off like that!" he clutched the schedule to his chest.

"Your highness, don't act to brash" Lute scoffs. Your eyebrow twitched at her words, but you continued to walk.

"Well I sure don't.." the exorcist angel quipped, "not to be a dick or anything, but you running off mid way through my sentence was a bitch move"

Your eye twitched, as you shot Adam a glare over your shoulder, causing him to blink as he shrugged his shoulders in confusion, "what?"

That got you to stop, you swiftly turned around and gave the other male the harshest glare you could muster, "What the hell do you mean WHAT?!?" Your ears were slightly pinned down. Apparently your yelling caught them both off guard.

"I just found out that my sister agreed to give you my hand in marriage and no one bothered to FUCKING tell me!" You growled, stomping your hooves on the ground, you were so enraged you didn't notice how you actually created a dent in the floor from how hard you were stomping.

"Your highness, language-" Liam interrupted.

"OH KISS MY ASS LIAM!" You pointed your finger at him, as steam huffed out of your nose. This caused the said Angel, to squeak as he shrieked back.

"Woah babe, chill out-"

"CHILL OUT?!?" You only got louder, "I'M BEING MARRIED OFF LIKE SOME FUCKING 16 CENTURY PRINCESS!! NO ONE EVEN BOTHERED TO ASK ME!" as you continued on with your rant, you were unaware of how you were actually getting taller. Actually, you were growing in size, as your usual e/c were now replaced with a golden glow, your horns elongated and sharpened, as you continued to grow. "YOU DIDN'T EVEN BOTHER TO ASK ME! YOU WENT STRAIGHT TO SERA!" Your voice deepened and became more echoey as you finally stopped growing. Your head touched the ceiling, as you had to get on all fours and duck your head down to Adam and Liam's level. You blew a puff of steam out of your nose at the exorcist, as you finished.

"Holy shit..." Adam murmured, his eyes wide in surprise. Liam and Lute held similar expressions. You expected him, to apologize and be a bit scared if not intimidated of you but this is Adam we're talking about.

"YOU CAN TURN INTO A FUCKING KAIJU?!?" He shouts, "oh that's so fucking sick!".

Liam and Lute shared a look before the female exorcist sighed, "Sir...I don't think this is the right ti-"

"Shut up Lute." Adam cut her off, resulting in Lute groaning and rolling her eyes. You blinked, taken aback from his response.

"Really is that what you're focusing on? And not the rest of what I said?" You asked, in a deadpan voice.

"Well duh, you never fucking told me you could do this" he says, as he placed his hands on his hips, glancing at you up in down. "Fuck, this is kinda doing it for me. I'd thought I'd never be into the whole size difference thing but maybe for our honeymoon you could-"

You growled again, your hooves scraping against the ground as you released another puff of steam from your nose. Liam took notice of this and shrieked, "Adam! Cut it out!" He pleaded. "You're making it worse!"

Lute nodded, "Sir, you're only angering him even more! Can you save your horny bullshit for later!" She said through gritted teeth gesturing over to you.

Adam huffs, "Fuck, fine..whatever I'll wait for him to be done with his little temper tantrum.."

"TEMPER TANTRUM?!?" You roared again.

"Oh no..." Liam squeaked, shrinking back into his wings. Lute only face palmed, at Adam's stupidity.

Fortunately, before you could do anything a familiar voice interrupted you.

"What is the meaning of this?!" A motherly voice spoke, It was Sera. Her voice booming throughout the room, as her wings folded gracefully against her back.

"Is everything okay?!?" A familiar younger looking angel called out, it was Emily and it was obvious she was concerned by her slight pout and furrowed eyebrows.

They both gasped as they noticed your monstrous form. "Y/n!!" Emily cried, as she quickly flew over. "What happened?" She frowned.

Meanwhile Sera was a lot less gentle with her tone. "Y/n! Stop this nonsense at once, whatever you're angry at shouldn't warrant this reaction!" She scoffed. "You're shaking the entire palace! Everyone in heaven can hear you!"

You huffed, "Well maybe I wouldn't be so fucking angry, if I didn't just find out I'm getting married!"

Sera's eyes widened,"how did you-" she cut herself off, as the realization settled into her brain, she shot a quick glare over to Adam. "Adam! I thought we agreed we'd tell him after he finished with his duties for the day.."

The said Angel shrugged, "You really expected me to wait the entire day? No bitch, it's not my fault you're so fucking busy..". Sera only rolled her eyes in response, she then turned back to face you.

"Y/n, I know this isn't an ideal situation to learn about your engagement but you must stop this nonsense at once." She sounded stern, as she still tried to maintain some semblance of normalcy in her tone.

"No! This isn't nonsense! I'm justifiably angry!" You groaned. "You always do this Sera! You make decisions about my life and never fucking ask me!"

"Language."

You growled in response, you went to speak again but Emily interrupted. "(Y/n)...please, I know you're angry but don't lash out at anyone, please. I'm sure we can resolve this if we just talk..?" She suggested. Your eyes softened a bit, as you looked into your sister's eyes. You let out another huff before, you began to shrink back into your normal size.

Sera and the others visibly relaxed as you retreated back to your regular size. You fixed the crown that laid sideways on your head, before soothing out your clothes. "Okay...I'll let you explain yourself..." you grumbled, crossing your arms.

Sera sighed, "I know you're upset" 'upset is an understatement'  you thought, as you listened to your sister speak. "But, I made the decision to accept Adam's proposal because I knew it would be good for you, it would be good for all of us."

You raised a brow, "how exactly?"

"Your union with Adam, will provide a  good service not only here but on earth. Love is a fundamental part of heaven, your marriage with Adam will symbolize love and happiness to the human. It'd help spread hope across the globe and help mortals stray away from sin"

"But what about my happiness??" You asked. "I don't want to seem selfish..but everything I've ever done has been for the humans or for heaven...I don't even know half of my subjects? I've never even been to the earth." You scoffed. "How do you even know this'll work?"

"I have faith it will." She responds, though it felt like there was something else she wasn't telling you.

"Faith?" You repeated. "I'm in an arranged marriage all based on your faith?" You growled.

"(Y/n) don't.." you heard Liam meekly whisper.

"(Y/n)..," Sera warned, narrowing her eyes.

"Y'know Sera " you spat out your sister's name like it was venom. "It seems like you're willing to do A LOT of things for faith huh?" You scoffed. "Like when you forced all your societal expectations on me !." You watched as everyone in the room stiffened.

"Y/n!" Liam said, "you can't-"

"I can! I'm sick of this! I'm sick of everything! You always treat me like a child! All of you do! I'm 23 years old! I'm not some naive little boy anymore Sera!" You huffed.

"You throwing this outburst isn't really helping me see that, is it now?" Sera replied, matching your sass.

Your eye twitched, as you glared up at your sister. "Go to hell, Sera." You spat. Causing her eyes to widen, and for Emily and Liam to gasp. You could see Lute narrow her eyes a bit.

"Y/n you do NOT speak to me that way!" Sera commanded, as her anger grew so did the eyes that began to appear in her hair as she retained a slight glow to them. "Being angry is one thing but you do Not  raise your voice at me!"

"There you go again, you're treating me like a child! I-" Emily then finally butted in.

"Y/n I know you're up about your engagement to Adam but we think it'll be a good idea.."

Your form slouched, as your tone grew quiet. "Wait...we?..." you frowned. "Emily..." you glanced down at her, obvious hurt in your eyes. "You knew...did the others-" Emily frowned, averting her gaze as he hesitantly nodded, giving you confirmation the rest of the seraphim knew and signed off on your engagement.

Your eyes welled with tears, as you backed away. Everyone knew about your apparent engagement, except you. It was one thing for Sera to make decisions for you but for Emily and the others too...it hurt. Emily was usually your aid for guidance and knowledge when you couldn't get it from Sera. She always told you the truth....but she made this life changing decision without even asking you about it.

You sniffled, you felt a bit embarrassed for beginning to cry in front of everyone. It sent you back to your preschool years when you remembered being scolded for being a crybaby and too emotional.  But you couldn't help it now, you felt betrayed and you didn't know how else to handle this.

At the sound of your sniffling, Sera's glare softened as well as everyone's posture. Instead of being tense you could feel them begin to pity you.

Surprisingly, Adam made the first move. "Y/n babe.." he began, his voice unusually soft. "Why don't you relax and we meet up later and-" he reached out to place his hand on your shoulder, but you slapped it away.

"Don't fucking touch me." You spat, hiccuping on your words as turned and dashed down the hall. You heard shouts of your name but you didn't care. You just wanted to get away from everyone right now.

Emily reached out to stop you, but Sera held her back. "No, let him go. Maybe some time alone is what he needs to digest everything" she sighed. "I hope..."

You slammed the door open of your room, shutting it behind you as you slugged your way over to your bed before face planting against the soft silk sheets. You let out a loud sigh as you did.

Skelly, who was happily snoozing in the corner of the bed perked up. He tilted his head, before stretching his body and trotting over to you. He seemed to notice your down mood and whimpered, nuzzling into your hand as he gave you puppy eyes.

You frowned, "Not now, Skelly..." you mumbled, as you sat up from your slumped position on the bed, causing the puppy to let out another whine.

"Can you imagine? Me," You huffed, "The wife of that, boorish brainless..." You stood up from your bed, walking over to your vanity, placing the engagement ring on your finger. "Madame Adam, can't you just see it?" You continued, as you sang to Skelly, who watched you in confusion.

"Madame Adam, his little wife. Ugh!" You growled out, as you ripped off the ring and placed it on the vanity. "No, sir! Not me! I guarantee it!" You walked over to the balcony doors, pushing them open. As you made your way to the balcony you gripped the railing as you sighed, " I want much more than this provincial life!"

You hesitantly took the golden crown that laid on your head, as you glanced over it before setting it on a nearby table.  With a determined look, wings sprouted from your back as you bent your knees a bit to boost yourself off the ground.

As you soared into the sky, you glanced over the city, before making your way to the roof on the tallest tower in the palace.  " I want adventure in the great wide somewhere!" You grinned, as you felt the wind blow through your hair. "I want it more than I can tell.." you glanced at a few residents of heaven you were able to see from the height  as you held onto the golden pole that held the flag of the seraphim.

"And for once it might be grand.." your voice softened, as you did a small twirl around the pole. "To have someone understand..." you made eye contact with the bright golden gates of heaven before your eyes softened, glancing past the gates as you leaned against the pole. Your cheek resting against the cold surface, "I want so much more than they've got planned..."

Sorry for the lateish update!!! I was preoccupied with my other hazbin hotel book that was in the works!!!!

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[americanhoney913]

I'm obsessed with Hazbin Hotel and Pokemon, so I just had to give everyone teams! I didn't want to give anyone specific types but things to fit both their personality, growth, and just Pokemon I thought they'd have.

Explanations below:

Charlie's main Pokemon is her Umbreon, to represent KeeKee, and Dreepy to represent Razzle and Dazzle. Hisuian Typhlosion is said to purify spirits before leading them to the afterlife but can also unleash those spirits when they're enraged. Quaxly and Mime Jr. are just fun little nods to Charlie's love of dance and Mime Jr. can also learn the move Sing. I imagine them singing and dancing along with her.

Vaggie's main Pokemon is actually her Absol. I was going to make it her Iron Valiant, which I believe all Exorcists would have, but I wanted to do something different for her. I gave her Pokemon that have weapons and a moth to call back to her earlier designs. Her Espeon is a parallel to Charlie's Umbreon. Because they might be the reverse in personality, you still have Heaven (the sun) and Hell (moon).

Alastor was difficult to give Pokemon to since he's such an enigma. His main Pokemon would be a Rotom that inhabits his microphone. Skeledirge has a microphone and is a ghost type. I'd imagine the Skeledirge has is much more malicious than is typical of its species. Dedenne is another Pokemon that I'd link to radio waves while Froslass and Runerigus are "evil" Pokemon. Runerigus even has strange tentacles like Alastor does. Unfortunately, there are no evil deer Pokemon but Autumn Sawsbuck are the most aggressive of the four seasons.

Angel Dust was a fun one to create. Because he's such a complex character. My first thought was to give him waifu Pokemon from different regions but I didn't want to focus on that aspect of him. Or just give him all spider Pokemon. So I focused on the Pokemon he might surround himself with. His main Pokemon is, obviously, his shiny Lechonk to represent Fat Nuggets. His Ariados plays on the fact that he's a spider but is also a poison type Pokemon. Togepi and Sylveon are both fairy types and Pokemon linked to empathy and feelings. Morelull could be the closest nod to shrooms or other drugs since it's, you know, Pokemon. I gave him a Mawile because it's feminine Pokemon with a scary bite.

Oh, Niffty. The funniest idea would be to give her an all bug team. But that would be mean to the bugs. Her Scyther is her main Pokemon because it's a bug but also has sharp knife hands. So I gave her a Joltik as her one bug Pokemon as a connection to bugs and Alastor. Her Minccino is another Pokemon that evokes the part of Niffty that's the hotel's maid. Mimikyu is just a creepy Pokemon that hides behind a cute look. And I just threw in Tyranitar because Niffty would have an insanely strong Pokemon that's a little crazy.

Yeah, unlike the others, I did give Husk mostly cat Pokemon, but they all fit his personality or the idea behind his character. His main Pokemon is his Meowscarada because it's a magician, just like Husk. Meowth represents the more regal yet greedy Overlord he used to be. His Torracat has very similar colors to Husk with the black and red. His Litwick reminds me of the magical lights Husk put up and were lit with Charlie's magic and his Purrloin represents his deviousness regarding his Overlord days. His Rookiedee represents his wings and chivalry when it comes to some of the characters later in the show and his steel exterior.

Sir Pentious was obviously going to have some snakes on his team but I also wanted to give him some steel types and psychic for his high intelligence and love of engineering. His main Pokemon is his Steelix. It's snake-like but in-your-face snake. He has an Arbok but it's not his main Pokemon. He has Exeggucte to represent the Egg Boiz, but also kind of Togedemaru since it's friend-shaped but spikey. Metang and Golurk represent things that have been created/man-made, which is his thing.

Cherri Bomb was fun because most of her Pokemon know the move Explosion. Her main Pokemon is her Camerupt, which shares her personality. Her Golem and her Electrode are for the whole, you know, bomb thing Cherri's got going on. Her Cherubi and her Hattrem are the more feminine Pokemon on her team but her Hattrem likes to terrorize people just like she does. Her Magnemite has the single eye like she does and also explodes.

Lucifer was really fun because I was originally going to try to give him Pokemon to match the forms that he changes into during the fight with Adam but then rethought the plan. Obviously, he needs to have an Applin for the forbidden apple that will eventually become a Hydrapple. And a Ducklett because of his love for ducks. It was between Ducklett and Psyduck but I thought the cuteness of the small Ducklett just makes me think of Lucifer putting a top hat on it. Lucifer's main Pokemon is actually his Hisuian Zoroark, which is the Baneful Pokemon. I was going to have his main be his Seviper but him being tossed out of Heaven and retreating into isolation and shadows once Lilith left him just fit Hisuian Zoroark. Spiritomb has evil spirits inside it which I think matches Lucifer being in charge of the evils of the world. And Lucario is based of Anubis, who is the guide of the dead to the Underworld.

Thoughts?

[shinynewboots]

Staring at the Sun / Adam x Lute Chapter 17 (MAMMON'S FUN-HOUSE SPECTACULAR)

Summary: After the battle, Lute attempts to flee with Adam. They find themselves unable to return to Heaven and must adjust to life in Hell.

AN: BEHOLD THIS BEAUTIFUL IMAGE THAT @devastatedloyallute HAS CREATED FOR THIS CHAPTER OH MY GOD!!

Warnings: 18+, Graphic depictions of violence, Blood and Gore, Cursing, dubious consent/non-con if you squint, sexual themes

AO3

Chapter 16

“Ay fuckers, don’t turn that dial because behind this curtain, I’ve got a real, genuine angel! Or he fucking was before he fell.”  Mammon announced, laughing at the camera. The bells on his jester hat shook and let out a high-pitched jingle when he moved his head around. He grinned at the camera, his smile wide like a loan shark’s.

“Now I know you fuckers in all the other rings don’t give a shit’s ass about Heaven and thinking ‘Mammon why you showing this fucking angel’ but this cunt’s important I promise. He was the first human soul in Heaven. And now he’s been cast down here to spend the rest of his days with you fucks. ” Mammon continued, gesturing outside the camera’s view at the audience behind. Though he had not managed to pack the bleachers with patrons, he knew they would be arriving soon once word had gotten out about his most ambitious get-rich-quick scheme yet. In the meantime, his Robo-Fizzes filled in the chairs and made the sound stage look more packed with an audience than it was. 

“Now, I’m gonna let you all in on a little secret. This angel here is in competition in each ring. I don’t know why the other sins have deprived you guys?” Mammon said, leaning in close to the camera. He feigned innocence, as much as could be believable for a Sin like Mammon. His dead eyes were wide with faux-sympathy. “But you can always trust Mammon to keep well informed, for the right price, of course.”

The audience roared. Or rather, the Robo-Fizzes roared and gave the actual patrons menacing glares with narrowed red eyes until they got the message to clap and cheer. Mammon took the cheers in stride, basking in the limelight. 

“Now, for the low, low price of just $100, you can get my special streaming service just for this event: Mammon’s Fun House Spectacular! Watch this fucker survive a night in my fun house!” Mammon exclaimed, cackling as the camera focused upon him. He gestured towards the curtain behind him, which began to lift and reveal the entrance to a fun house. It was similar to the attraction in Loo Loo Land, but instead of the caricature of Lucifer’s face at the entrance, it was Mammon’s, sporting a wide, close-mouth grin.

Mammon clapped his hands, and the entrance mouth began to open, dark smoke billowing through as though the mouth of a dragon. Mammon grinned as he took in the sight of what might be his greatest attraction. He glanced at the audience, those who weren’t his personal robots, and noticed the curious, bright eyes as they took in the attraction. 

A figure stood in the middle of the mouth entrance, their hands shackled with chains that held them pinned down on their knees. Their eyes were brown, though they flashed golden the more the figure thrashed against the chains. He was gagged with colorful cloth similar to the kind a magician would swallow for an illusion. 

“Let me have the displeasure of introducing you all to the first fucking human man, Adam! Former Exorcist Angel that wreaked havoc on the Pride Sinners before he got taken out by a 3-foot housemaid!” Mammon exclaimed, gesturing to a television monitor on the side stage which began to replay the moment Adam was stabbed by Niffty on a loop.

Adam could feel the sharp pain of the scar on his back, striking through, almost as fresh as the day he had been stabbed. He thrashed against the chains, screaming like a drowning victim unable to be heard. 

He would rather redo every other trial than face whatever Mammon had in store. At least with the other Sins, he could trust that their trials stayed in the bounds of their Sins. The punishment and challenge fit the crime and vice. Mammon didn’t give a shit about any of that. Mammon’s concern was how much money he could steal from the pockets of his patrons, at the price of Adam. At the price of Hell. 

Adam looked out into the blinding stage lights and could only hear the jeers and laughs of the audience. 

Adam, the First Man. 

Adam, the Head Exorcist. 

Adam, the Fool. 

He continued to scream and thrash, but not a sound could be heard.

Lute was sweating when she woke the next morning. She could tell she had slept in later than usual by the way her body felt sluggish from oversleep. The Eggs had shifted and cuddled around  her, followed by Keekee who curled her entire body around one of the Eggs like a nest. Her hair clung to her forehead and the back of her neck in an unpleasant way. She felt as though she were in desperate need of a shower.

Of course, as was her luck, a shower was far from her reach. 

A sharp knock on the door roused her from her thoughts followed by Cherri yelling, “Bitch, you better get your ass out bed. It’s fucking urgent.”

Lute shot up, disturbing the Eggs and Keekee, all of whom glared at her with sleepy eyes. She ignored them and rose from the bed, immediately aware of how off balance she felt. She’d just gotten accustomed to the weight of her metallic arm. Where its comforting weight once hung, now left her with phantom pains and a sense of loss. 

“Cherri, what’s going on?” She yelled back as she crossed the room to unlock the door. She opened it to Cherri who held out her hellphone mere inches from Lute’s face. Cherri began to speak but Lute heard nothing but distant voices and white noise. 

On the screen was Adam. He was chained to the floor, but his wrists and ankles, forcing him on his knees in an uncomfortable looking position. His mouth was gagged. He thrashed against the restraints, like a muzzled dog. His eyes were bright with rage. 

“What the fuck is this?” Lute asked, her voice low. Dangerous. Cherri lowered the phone and looked at her with a wary look, her eye large with concern. Lute’s eyes never left Cherri’s screen.

“It’s trending all over Sinstagram. Mammon started a live stream a few minutes ago,” Cherri said, tripping over her words in an uncharacteristic manner due to the sheer intensity radiating off of Lute.  

“This is happening in real time?” 

Cherri nodded. Lute’s eyes never left the screen as she took in the sight of her beloved leader. Beloved friend. Beloved…something…chained and muzzled like a dog. 

The live stream ended, leaving only a black screen with Mammon’s face grinning back at Lute with greed and spite. Lute’s eyes widened, and she looked between Cherri and the phone. She snatched the phone from Cherri’s hands. 

“It turned off!  How do we get it back?’ Lute asked, clawing at the phone with desperation. “We have to get it back.”

“Lute, babe, take a second and fucking breathe.”

“I can’t breathe.” She repeated, her eyes looking down in disbelief, large and golden. She shook her head, thoughts racing. His breath began to quicken, coming out in desperate pants. Her mouth dried, words drying with it.  “I can’t breathe.”

“Cherri!” Angel said, calling down the hall as he rushed to Lute’s room. “Did you find—.”

Angel’s words were cut off by the sight of Lute in what seemed to be a full panic. His eyes met Cherri’s, who seemed fully unequipped to handle an Exorcist on the verge of a breakdown. 

Angel did the only thing he could think of.

He screamed.

A loud, blood-curdling sound that could put the Wilhelm scream to shame. 

Cherri and Lute looked at Angel with such horror that he felt a tinge of pride at how his acting skills managed to render a room of panic speechless. Keekee and the Eggs fled the room, the sound too high-pitched for their delicate ears. 

“What the actual fuck Angel!” Lute screamed back, her breath beginning to even. 

“It got you to fucking stop and take a breath didn’t it?!” 

“I–.”

Angel grabbed her by the shoulders. “Lute, you need to keep taking breaths, honey. There is nothing you can do for your boy toy right now, and sending yourself into a panic ain’t gonna help nobody.’

He looked to Cherri, who nodded. “He’s right, Lute.”

“But—” Lute started, but was promptly shushed by a pink, gloved finger on her lips. 

“Charlie’s already setting up Mammon’s streaming service downstairs. You’ll get to see him. And fuck, we’ll let you go down there with your screws loose if you insist but I don’t think you wanna do that, right?”

Lute breathed. In and out. In and out. In and out. She nodded and looked between Angel and Cherri. 

(Had any of her sisters in Heaven cared for her in such a way? Had she ever considered in her past life that Sinners were capable of such kindness? Such goodness? In Heaven, she would have hidden herself away, never allowed her emotions to seep through the cracks. Heaven didn’t want to see emotion. Panic. Rage. Ecstasy. Heaven wanted tranquility at any cost.)

Lute nodded and, with a quiet voice, said, “You’re right.”

Angel looked between her and Cherri, a tentative grin on his face. “I’m always fucking right. It’s about time you two start realizing it.”

Cherri punched him in the arm, leading to an indignant yelp and discarded ‘hey what the fuck’ at Cherri who only shrugged in response. Lute between the two sinners, her friends, and nodded again. 

“Let’s head downstairs.”

When the trio made it downstairs, they were greeted by the sight of the of the hotel crew, sans Alastor, huddled in front of the television set in parlour area of the lobby. Nifty had taken it upon herself to make popcorn mixed with chocolate candies that she offered to the group (though upon closer inspection, Lute realized the candies looked a tad too similar to roach legs). She sat huddled against Husk on the loveseat, kicking her legs like a toddler excited for their first movie.

“Has it started yet?” Angel asked as they settled into the couch. Lute found herself placed between Angel and Cherri, both a tad closer than she wished. She could feel herself trying to self-isolate, like a wounded animal running off to die alone. She felt vulnerable and exposed; whether that be due to Adam’s digital presence or her lack of arm (or both), she couldn’t tell. 

Charlie pried her eyes from the television and looked at the three of them, a pitying glance crossing her face as she looked at Lute, though it quickly dissipated. “Not yet, Uncle Mammon’s still begging for streams, but I think he’s about to start the actual event soon.”

“That thing is not your uncle!” Lucifer yelled from across the hotel. He entered the parlour in a huff, his appearance more disheveled than Lute remembered it being in the last few weeks. He had forgone his white jacket and top hat, wearing only his red and white button-down with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Pieces of hair hung limply in his eyes, which sported dark circles. 

Charlie winced and dropped her voice low. “Dad’s still mad about the whole Loo Loo Land/Lu Lu World lawsuit.”

Lute didn’t know what a Lu Lu Land was, but she found herself experiencing a small rush of satisfaction at Lucifer’s irritation. (Serves him right for freezing the way he did in front of Vox).  She suspected that interaction had something to do with his less-than-perfect appearance. Instead of sitting, he chose to pace behind the couches with his hands firmly in his pockets. 

“I think it's starting!” Vaggie said, grabbing the remote and turning up the volume. Lute felt her mouth run dry as she took in the screen ahead.

The television showed the same sickening image of Adam chained and thrashing. Spotlights shone on him, melting the appearance of a fun house away. The camera gave a close-up on his face, and Lute felt herself take in a sharp breath. 

He still looked like Adam, though his brown eyes were something of a foreign land to her. Like a stranger she could swear she had met before. Dark circles created shadows under his eyes. His otherwise boyish face looked more slender than she recalled; it had an almost gaunt like look to it. It had only been a few days since the beginning of the trials, but Adam looked as though he had lived a few decades since the last time she had seen him. 

“Are you fuckers ready to get this show on the road?” Mammon announced, the bells on his jester hat jingling as he fluttered around the stage like the fool he was. The crowd roared in response. Lute could feel bile rising into her throat, threatening to escape. She bit her lips, forcing the revulsion down. 

The opening to the funhouse, in which Adam was chained to the tongue, began to close. Smoke billowed from the eyes and nostrils of the crude rendition of Mammon’s face. Lute felt her eyes grow wide as their view of Adam decreased. 

The mouth of the funhouse snapped closed, as if to swallow Adam with its gaping maw. The screen stayed focused on that close mouth for a few seconds, which felt like a lifetime to Lute. Mammon stood triumphantly beside the entrance to the fun house, cackling at the sight and roar of the crowd.

And then, a blink.

The camera shot changed to show Adam, inside the mouth of the fun house, angled as though they were viewing him from a hidden camera. He was unharmed, if not a tad shaken. The clasps of the chains opened, as if on cue. Adam hastily removed the gag from his mouth, coughing as the colorful drowning cloth finally let him breathe. 

He rubbed at his wrists, dark bruises already beginning to form from struggling against the shackles. She watched him take in his surroundings, his look more thoughtful than she could remember him having in the past. 

He took in a deep breath as he stared down the throat of the funhouse. Lute was taken back to the time she had accidentally been privy to the weekly tales of Jonah in Heaven (who was a bit of a snob but someone Adam liked to preen in front of if he’d had too many beers) and his experience with the whale. She wondered if Adam thought the same.

“Let’s fucking do this,” He whispered, almost too soft for the camera to pick up. Lute nodded, as though he could see her. As though he knew she was there supporting him in the only way she could. 

If only Jonah could see him now, Adam thought, as he stared into the dark abyss at the mouth of the funhouse. 

Adam stared down the mouth of the fun house and grimaced. He knew Mammon likely had cameras all around the place to capture his every emotion. He wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of fear or anger or anything (this, of course, was a lie. Without his mask, it was difficult not to wear his feelings on his face. That had been the beauty of the masks, right?).

The lights flickered ahead, beckoning him down the dim hallway. Low circus music could be heard through the hallways. Mammon had always been a sick fuck, even as an angel, and so he knew to expect the unexpected. Something that would make him a quick buck for little money. Whatever gags Mammon pulled would be simple and cheap, but effective. 

Adam began to walk forward slowly, his gait unsteady after being forced on his knees for so long. His knees ached the way they did when he was old man after years of toiling the earth. He felt caught in an awkward existence, something between a divine being and a mundane human. Neither felt true to him. 

The circus music began to grow louder as he continued on. The lights flickered more erratically. He could feel eyes following him as he moved, though the walls betrayed no secrets. Up ahead, he could see something mechanically moving. He pressed on. 

On closer inspection, the mechanical movement belonged to a cylindrical wall. It rolled at a steady pace like a barrel down a hill. He scoffed to himself. There was no way Mammon was making it this easy right out of the gate, right?

He looked ahead through the barrel wall and could see light at the end of the tunnel in the distance. Children had managed to walk through these things on earth. Of course, he would have no trouble. 

But of course, a task too easy would not make Mammon money. 

Adam stepped into the spinning wall and the steady, gentle spin began to pick up faster and faster. Adam reached out his hands to balance himself but it was no use. His feet tangled beneath him and he found himself tumbling down the side of the wall like a hamster on a wheel. 

“Fuck!” He yelled, though his voice echoed across the room as he kept tumbling along the wall, unable to catch his balance. 

“Oh come on Adam, its just the first task!” A disembodied voice laughed. Adam looked around as much as he could to find the voice’s owner, though the spinning of the wall left him decidedly nauseous and green like a kid on the their first tilt-a-whirl ride. 

Adam rolled along the wall like clothes in the dryer, unable to save him self from the spin. He could feel bile rising in his throat (for how long had it been since he’d actually eaten?), and his head ached the way it did after a night of drinking. He was close enough to the edge of the wall where he’d barely started the task that he was able to throw himself back on stable ground. 

“Oh come on Fucker, give us a right show! At least try and make this entertaining!” Mammon’s voice echoed through the halls. Adam felt sick, the bile threatening to spill from the back of his throat. But he wouldn’t give Mammom or any of these other hellions the satisfaction of seeing his weakness. His humanness. 

He breathed in deep and slow, trying to steady his pounding head. He looked towards the light at the end of the tunnel. He could do this. 

One last deep breath, and then he began to run.

He ran through the tunnel, the spinning wall threatening to pull him under. But he just ran, not time to think or ponder or balance. Just run forward, like a fearless child in a haunted house. He was pulled by the wall, like a rip current in the ocean. But still he continued. 

Once he grew closer to the light and saw where the ground was once again steady, he threw himself off the spinning wall with all his might. He rolled, shoulders and back striking the ground with heavy force. He could feel the impacts of all his centuries of existence, like an old man.

He was getting too old for this shit. 

He lay on the ground a moment longer to catch his breath, his back soothed by the cool ground below him. 

Of course, Mammon had different plans.

“NO FUCKING SLEEPING ON MY WATCH!’ Mammon’s voice echoed through the halls. Adam winced at the noise and found himself glaring in every direction, so that Mammon could feel the weight of irritation (not like the fucker would care, but it made Adam feel better). 

The light he had traveled towards turned out to be a glowing neon sign above a colorful door with the words “The Pendulum” written in a large, gaudy font. 

Adam took in a deep breath and pulled himself from the floor, his body screaming in protest. He eyed the door warily, a deep sense of dread filling the pit of his stomach. He knew Mammon would make the challenges harder the farther he went; it was good entertainment after all. Adam knew a bit about keeping a crowd on their toes; loath as he was to admit it, Mammon was likely even more skilled in such a feat.

He reach towards the door knob and opened the door to the Pendulum room, a cool breeze of air whipping past him. 

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Lute whispered as she took in the surprise Mammon had hidden behind the gaudy door. 

The first task was a rather childish introduction to the funhouse Mammon had in store, Lute had still sat with bated breath as she watched Adam stumble through the rotating room. A few of the Hotel occupants had giggled at Adam’s attempt (a full-on cackle leaving Vaggie’s lips as he spun around like a legless hamster on a wheel), though most understood that the impacts of the trial were serious.

Adam had to complete them, as they knew he had done in the first three before this. But seeing him actually complete the trials was a different story.

And Lute feared Mammon wouldn’t play fair.. He struck her as the one Sin who would succumb to their vice, cackling with cash in one hand as all of Hell burned in the other. 

On the live stream, Mammon had set up two cameras: one to show his reactions to Adam’s misfortunes and one to showcase Adam in the trial. At the bottom of the screen, a ticker had been set up with a hotline one could call to donate money to Mammon. For what, was anyone’s guess. 

Though she had only interacted with Lucifer and Asmodeus, Lute pegged Mammon as the most odious of all the sins. Based on the general consensus around the room, her intuition was not too far off. 

“Are those blades?!” Angel asked, absentmindedly grabbing the roach-filled popcorn Niffty had brought and bringing it up to his mouth. Everyone else in the room watched with held breaths. Husk had even taken the liberty of creating cocktails for everyone to drink while they watched. Lute’s sat sweating on the coffee table, untouched. 

They were blades alright. Lute could recognize them from anywhere.  Mammon had taken the liberty of fashioning them to resemble the blades on the edges of Adam’s guitar he swung into battle, the gold glittering on the screen.  

“Like Indiana Jones,” Cherri said, looking at the glint of the blades on the screen with fascination. Lute and Angel looked at her in confusion, though she ignored them, eyes trained on the screen. The two shrugged at each other. 

“Maybe they’re not real?” Charlie offered as she looked at the screen with worry. As the words left her mouth, Adam stepped forward. His foot landed on a stone that sank into the floor, lowering the blade closer to his person. He jumped back in time, though too close for comfort to Lute. She watched in horror as a piece of brown hair floated to the floor.

“Definitely real,” Vaggie said, her eyes glued to the screen. Lute felt her body tense up. She wished she could wrap her arms around herself in a soothing hug. The lack of appendage hung heavy over her. It was one thing to know that Adam was competing in the Trials. To know in theory that they were dangerous. 

To see it, though, was another. She trusted him to fight and prevail. He’d done it in all but one extermination. He’d done so when he saved her from Alastor’s shadow. 

But God, was Lute tired of the fighting. In Heaven, it had been a routine. A daily pleasure. A way to fill an emptiness of which she had not been aware. Here, fighting felt like a constant battle that wore on her day by day. She could tell by Adam’s tired expression and dark circles that he felt the same.

Adam stared at the blades ahead of him, the irony of them being fashioned after his guitar-scythe was not lost on him. He glanced down at the stray, brown hair on the ground; its edges were clean from the sharp slice. 

The blades swung in a steady motion, alternating in such a motion that they looked like a snake wiggling through grass. The trap he had stepped on moments earlier had reset, so he made a mental note to watch his step.  He peered ahead, looking for some kind of angle or flaw design that Mammon hadn’t accounted for in his design. The door ahead, past the blades, read the words “Mirror Room” in gaudy letters. 

The blades were high, slicing only a few inches above his head. The trap step indicated that it could change with one misstep. 

“Get a move on already, you cuck, time is money!” Mammon yelled over the intercom. Adam glared in the direction of the blades, trying to take his time in coming up with a strategy. 

Time was not on his side. 

The ground began to shake beneath his feet. The floor only inches from the door he had entered through fell into a dark oblivion. The floor crumbled closer to him. His eyes widened as his feet became unsteady. 

“Shit!” He yelled. Between the floor and the blades, he chose the devil he knew. He began to rush towards the blade, jumping around so as not to trip off any of the traps. He crouched beneath the first two blades, thanking his own luck that he didn’t lose his fucking head. The blades whipped past him, and while he didn’t wish to dwell and think, he knew that he’d lost more length off his already unruly hair. 

The next two blades began to swing erratically, with no rhyme or reason to their movement. Raising and lowering as if they were of their own mind. Adam jumped ahead, the crumbling ground catching up to him at an unexpected speed. One of the blades lowered sooner than he realized.

The shock hit him quicker than the pain. He couldn’t look. Couldn’t take in the damage. Blood dripped down his arm onto the crumbling floor. Fucking Mammon.

The last two blades were different than the others. They jutted from the sides of the wall at the level of his neck and torso, intending to bisect him. The first blade swiped at his torso, catching onto a stray piece of his tunic but leaving him thankfully in one piece. 

The second blade swiped at his head. He turned his head quickly and jumped to the safety of the platform that he hoped and prayed wouldn’t crumble beneath his feet. The blade narrowly missed his neck, but managed to slice against his cheek like a thin papercut. 

Adam leaned against the door, sweat and adrenaline radiating off his body. He glanced down at his arm and realized that it had been sliced, leaving exposed dermis below. Like a fucking meat slicer. He pressed his tunic sleeve against it, though being already soaked with blood, it didn’t clean the wound as well as he’d hoped.

His breath quickened, his eyes turning gold with rage. He pushed the door open and stepped inside, hatefire alight inside his belly. At least the other Sins had played fair. Had used his own fucking vices against him. Mammon seemed to crave only cruelty and his next dollar, all at the expense of Adam. At the expense of fucking everyone in Hell. 

There was no lesson to be learned in Mammon’s games (but hadn’t Adam also played with his food as an exorcist?).

“Mammon you fucking bastard, if I die, we all fucking die you cuck!” Adam screamed, his back pressed against the door. He panted, blood and sweat dripping down his face. He reached a hand up and felt a deep cut on the side of his cheek that stung as he pressed his fingers against it.  

“‘MaMmOn YoU FuCkInG BaStARd’,” A sickeningly familar voice mimicked. “Please, you sound like a fucking pussy with your whining. Only pussies fucking whine like you do.”

Adam looked forward to see himself staring back in the mirror. Only, instead of the simple tunic and otherwise human features, this version of Adam sported his Exorcist mask and robes, the eyes and mouth adding a sickening yellow glow to the dim hall. Exorcist Adam looked down at him, the yellow teeth of the mask twisted into a smirk.  The reflection felt like a stranger to him now, a second skin he had shed long ago. 

“I could hear you screaming from down the hallway, pussy.” The reflection continued, his teeth bared like a cat at a mousetrap. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Adam growled. The Exorcist reflection laughed at him, the mirror giving the illusion of the reflection growing by the second. Adam shook his head and began to walk to the next mirror. Exorcist Adam followed, a shit-eating grin on his features. 

“ShUt ThE FuCK uP,” It mimicked. “God, don’t you ever stop fucking whining?”

Adam glared at the mirror, a warped reflection of himself. He wouldn’t respond. He couldn’t. He knew the best way to rile himself up. He continued onto the next mirror and the next, the Exorcist following him. He leaned against his guitar, one arm raised above the frame of the mirror. 

“Lost, asshole?” The Exorcist asked, faux concern on his LED mask. “Not like that’s anything new for you.”

Adam glanced at the Exorcist and turned, the hall of mirrors growing longer the more he looked. 

“Do you know what you are, Adam? What we are?”

“We,” He said, gesturing between himself and the mirror. “Are not the same.”

“What a big piece of yourself you’re trying to keep hidden, Adam. We’re the monster. The boogeyman. The Executioner lurking in the night.” The Exorcist continued. Adam felt that familiar bile rise in his throat. But he wouldn’t react. He couldn’t.

“All we did was spread our seed to humanity and cut down all the ones on the cusp of imperfection.” The Exorcist laughed. “Because only you were allowed to be imperfect, right? Aren’t you also just a sinner?”

The Exorcist grinned, a horrifyingly bright thing that lit up the darkness. Its hands reached up and grasped at the mask, unbuckling it slowly. “Didn’t it feel so good to slaughter all those sinners? Fuck, I used to get so horny after an extermination.”

“Especially when we saw her covered in blood. Fucking hell, she used to wear the shit out of that uniform.” The Exorcist laughed, pulling the helmet off and revealing himself. His eyes were golden and bright, pupils dilated with bloodlust. “Fucking sinner blood.”

The Exorcist laughed like he was drunk. Adam felt sick as he took in the reflection.

The Exorcist reached out from the mirror and swiped at the blood on Adam’s cheek. Adam looked at him, eyes wide, frozen solid. The Exorcist pulled back his hand and wiped the blood across his mouth, licking the red liquid like a naughty child in the pudding. Adam watched in horror as the Exorcist cackled. 

The Exorcist stared at him like a madman, a wide, bloodstained grin on his face. He leaned in close to Adam, his head coming out of the mirror so they were only mere inches apart. The Exorcist whispered, “Fucking. Sinner. Blood.”

Adam wiped the blood away with his non-injured arm. The blood left a coppery taste in his mouth, which mixed with his sweat and adrenaline. 

“I bet she’s watching you piss around like a fucking toddler,” The Exorcist laughed. “Like a pathetic little Sinner.”

“Shut up,” Adam said, his voice low. His fingers twitched, closing in a fist. 

“I always did regret not fucking her when I had the chance. Don’t you think Lute’s got to be a freak in the sheets?’ The Exorcist continued. 

“What the fuck is a Lute?” Mammon asked, genuine confusion on his face at the words of the reflection. He looked at the unremarkable Robofizz at his side, demanding an answer. Sure, he’d designed the general idea (kind of)...(because who didn’t love a fucking hall of mirrors?) but the conscious of the mirrors all came from Adam. A side effect of the Trials and their hellish magic. 

The Robofizz, a feminine model that wore a pencil skirt and revealing button down blouse, looked down at their tablet and scrolled. They turned their tablet and pointed at the picture. Mammon squinted, his neon eyes becoming more bug like than normal.

“By all our records, Lute is his girlfriend,” Robofizz answered, glancing down at the picture. It had been one they had procured from Vox Tech (as they did with many of their programs). It showed Adam, wings extended, carrying a white-haired angel in his arms towards the Embassy of the Pride Ring. 

“Oh, so Champ’s got a little girlfriend, eh?” Mammon said, rubbing his chin with his hands. He laughed and snatched the tablet from the Robofizz’s hand. “Oh, we can fucking work with this angle.” 

He could practically feel the money falling right into his pocket. Sex sells, he thought. Just ask any Robofizz on the street. 

Adam saw red. He punched at the reflection. His hand went straight through the Exorcist, who had been so solid when he had smeared the blood. The glass of the mirror shattered, embedding pieces into Adam’s hand. He didn’t care. 

“Hey, those are expensive dick head!” Mammon yelled through the intercom. Adam raised both hands and shot a bird, circling the room so that wherever the camera was, Mammon would get the picture. 

“Put it on my fucking tab.” He yelled back. He looked back at the mirror and saw, through the shattered glass, a demon smirking at him. The Sinner had dark horns protruding from its head, though the proportions were skewed due to the cracks in the mirror. The creature had large, purple eyes that seemed to glow back at him like neon lights. Black, dying wings jutted out behind it, hanging limply at it’s sides.

Adam peered closer at the creature and realized it was doing the same. 

A hand went up to his bleeding cheek. The reflection mirrored his action.

Adam looked at his hand, covered in his blood. Fucking Sinner Blood. He raised his head and saw the Sinner staring at him, teeth bared and large. 

Adam did the only thing he could think to do. He ran. 

(He quickly found this to not be a smart thing to do in a hall of mirrors.)

“Fucking shit!” Adam exclaimed, his hands reaching up to his nose mere moments after colliding face-first with a mirror (that he swore looked like a hallway). Blood began to pour from his nose, wetting his lips and dripping down onto his tunic. Being covered with blood seemed to be an unescapable consequence of this trial (Mammon likely knew the audience would enjoy the gore). What he wouldn’t fucking give for a warm shower. 

“Are you okay?” A voice said, soft but familiar. Adam closed his eyes and sent a quick prayer to whatever angel or cherub or hell, fucking Angel Dust (he couldn’t be picky at this point) and hoped that the Sinner reflection was gone. 

He opened his eyes and turned to see himself, albeit a bit younger. His eyes were brown and bright. He smiled a boyish grin, and Adam got that same twitching fight-or-flight to smash this mirror as well.  “Yeah, I’m fan-fucking-tastic.”

“You look familiar,” Human Adam said, peering at him with the curiosity of a child. He looked the same as he had in the garden. Just as naive. Just as annoying. 

Adam rolled his eyes. “No shit.”

“You know, I’ve been tasked with a glorious purpose. To care for all things in the garden. To name them and nurture.” Human Adam said, looking at Adam with a twinkle in his eye. 

“Was I always this insufferable?” Adam muttered. Human Adam ignored him. Rings away, the sound of Lucifer whispering “yes” could be heard by all those around. 

“But,” Human Adam continued, paying Adam no mind. “You’re rather disgusting.”

Offended, Adam sent the reflection an affronted look. He glanced down at his tunic and realized he put Carrie White and her pig’s blood to shame. He scowled at the mirror. “Just wait until you leave the garden. You’ll see how fucking disgusting things can be.”

The reflection looked at him in confusion. “But Lilith and I will never leave the garden.”

Adam couldn’t help the “oof” that escaped his mouth. 

It was the reflection’s turn to scowl. “I don’t think you’re worthy of the garden.”

If this reflection had spoken to him at the start of the trials, Adam would have had the chip on his shoulder that had existed from the moment he’d been cast from the garden. He would have brooded and bemoaned about his fate. Wished that he’d not been abandoned by heaven. Or Michael. Or his wives. 

Instead, Adam laughed without humor. “No. Fucking. Shit.”

“I’ll let the angels know that you’re here,” The reflection whined. “You’re an unworthy and unclean creature to try to exist in the garden.”

Adam rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

He shot the reflection the finger and began to walk away in search of an escape. The reflection whined and sputtered at him, spouting of his unworthiness and life of sin. Adam paid it no mind. 

He continued down the hall of mirrors, hands firmly in front of him to differentiate the long halls and the solid mirrors. 

“How is this supposed to teach me about fucking greed?” Adam whispered to himself. He walked deeper into the room, each hall identical to the one before. The overhead lights glowed in a strange, green manner. 

“It’s not,” A voice sighed behind him. Adam let out a sharp breath of air and turned. The voice continued. “I don’t think Greed was one of our biggest problems. Wrath, though? That one’s gonna be a bitch.”

Adam gazed into the reflection behind him and saw only himself. The reflection moved and spoke on its own, but was a true representation of Adam. The only striking difference was the reflection’s eyes. One was brown and the other was golden, each peering down at him with a look of understanding. 

Adam sighed. “Are you gonna tell how much of a bad boy I’ve been like the others?”

The reflection snorted, amusement crossing its features. “Nah, I think you’ve gotten the message.”

Adam narrowed his eyes. “Then what’s your angle?”

The reflection shrugged. “I guess you could call me your reconciliation, or some shit like that.”

“Meaning?”

“You’ll have to make a choice. Come to terms with who you are. Not now, but soon.” The reflection answered, blinking at him with mismatched eyes. 

“Do any of you not speak in fucking riddles?”

The reflection laughed. “Human. Sinner. Exorcist. Angel. Fallen. Cast Out. We’ve worn lots of different hats, Adam. It’s almost time to figure out which one fits best.”

Adam shook his head. “Whatever. Don’t tell me what you mean. I don’t fucking care.”

He began to walk away from the mirror and down the next hallway. The reflection laughed. 

“Make two rights and left to get out of here,” The reflection called. Adam turned and nodded back at the mirror before following the instructions. He made the two rights and left, hands still firmly out in front as he knew his nose couldn’t take another impact. He came to a door with the words “The End” written in curly letters and outlined in red neon lights. 

“Shh, guys. Uncle Mammon’s calling me,” Charlie said, grabbing at the buzzing phone in her lap. Lucifer narrowed his eyes and rushed over, snatching the phone from her hand and putting it to his. 

“Not your uncle,” Lucifer echoed from earlier. He pressed the button and was immediately met with the words “CHARLIE! THERE’S MY FAVORITE NEICE” blaring in his ear (and the room, as Lucifer hadn’t realized he had pressed the speaker button). 

Charlie looked around the room and nodded her head slowly. “His only niece.” 

Lute watched the scene with bated breath. Adam had just finished his hall of mirrors challenge and was covered in blood in sweat. He looked worse for wear and she wished she could tend to him as she had in the early days of their stay in the hotel. 

“What do you want, Mammon?” Lucifer replied through gritted teeth. 

“Luci!” Mammon blared again. “Are you watching my show too? Means a lot, Mate, truly.”

“Not really sticking with the greed theme, are you?”

Mammon laughed. “Good on ya, tiger, for noticing! The Trials never specified whose greed.”

Lucifer pinched his nose. “They definitely did.”

“Anywho’s Luci, does Charlie have that girl at her motel—”

“Hotel.”

Mammon ignored him. “Adam’s girlfriend? Flute or something?”

All eyes turned to Lute. She opened her mouth but couldn’t speak. She felt naked without her arm. Naked with all the eyes upon her like a zoo animal. 

“Why?” Lucifer asked slowly into the phone. 

Mammon laughed, a soulless sound. “I thought she might want to see him.”

Lucifer narrowed his eyes. Lute looked at the phone pleading, her gaze darting between it and the television screen that showed Adam reaching for the final door knob. 

“What’s your price?”

“No price, I just think it would be good business.”

“Good business?” Charlie asked, leaning her head closer to the phone. 

“Charlie! My favorite niece! Ya dad’s being a real party pooper, don’t you think? You’d know that, especially with you being an up-and-coming entrepreneur yourself.”

“Why would it be good business?”

“Well, I’ve uh, had some audience members really cling to the idea of Adam having a girlfriend he’s fighting to get home to since the big reveal by my hall of mirrors. I thought we could come to a nice agreement. If she’s there, of course.”

The room was silent. Charlie looked at Lute and her father, indecision written on her face. Lute felt someone pull her up and push her towards the Morningstars.

“I’m here.” She said, her voice even, trying so desperately to tap into that cool exterior that had melted since her time as an Exorcist. 

“Flute!”

“Lute.” She said, voice cutting like steel.

“That’s what I fucking meant! I have a deal that could be mutually beneficial to the two of us. I’m sure you’ll agree once you hear it.”

“What deal?” She spat. 

“I let you video chat with him for 10 minutes. It would be his final task in my fun house, and then I let him go on to Gluttony. In exchange, I film it, own the rights, and whatever merchandise people are willing to pay for based on the two of you.”

“Mammon,” Lucifer warned, his eyes glowing with flames. “That’s not what these trials are about.”

Mammon promptly ignored him.

“Why would I agree to that?” Lute said, looking at Cherri and Angel, who both were silently nodding affirmatively at the deal. Mammon laughed.

“Because, I could do what I originally planned with my floor of lava or my hall of killer clowns or any of my other fun editions, but I thought this wouldbe  a bit more marketable to both of us,” Mammon said. His voice dropped low, and Lute could hear the chilling tone of the sin as opposed to the flamboyance he put on in his jester persona. “I could make this funhouse go forever, if I so wish it. Besides, I noticed your lover was a bit lacking in the wing department.”

“I’ll do it,” Lute said quickly. She couldn’t give herself time to process the information. Couldn’t think  Couldn’t allow herself to possibly miss this chance to see him. 

“Bonza!” Mammon replied, a genuinely delighted sound that left Lute with a pit in her stomach. The idea of her conversation with him being broadcast across Hell made her feel sick. Yet, here he was, showcasing his own vulnerabilities in front of an audience she didn’t even know if he knew he had. If he could exist in the overexposure and entertainment, so could she. Her face had already been plastered along the Pride Ring multiple times. What was another? “Just make sure you really play up all that loving, gooey emotion. You know, or else.”

“Set up that video chat!’ Mammon barked at a Robo-Fizz, who scrambled away quickly towards the control room. He glanced over at the secretary, Robo-Fizz, who stood beside him once more with their trusty table. They showed him the beginning ideas of merchandise they would mass-produce for their newest stars. 

“What do ya got?” He barked again at the secretary. 

“We could call their couple name Guitarspear, sir. Our records indicate that those were their weapons of choice. Audiences prefer something unique to both aspects of a couple in a star-crossed romance, according to our most recent data. Something special to them.” Robofizz said.

Mammon looked down at the robot with utter disdain. 

“That’s so fucking stupid and would never catch on. You’re fucking fired.” Mammon said, pushing the Robofizz out of his way. “Get me someone else who can come up with something better. Like Brangelina. Fucking Guitarspear. Yeah right. ”

Adam reached at the door knob, grasping it tightly in his bleeding hand. He pulled back in an instant, the metal scorching. 

“What the fuck, Mammon?!” Adam yelled into the void. The void did not yell back this time. 

Adam rolled his eyes and bunched up the fabric of his tunic, using it as a glove to shield his hand from the heat. He tried once again and opened the doorknob quickly. 

Instead of being met with whatever fire and brimstone he assumed he would be, he saw only a television screen. It was about half his height and stood alone in the room. He approached it hesitantly, the sound of static filling the room. 

The television sprung to life and the static screen instantly changed to show Lute. She was so beautiful, though she looked different than she had in Lust. Her hair stuck up at odd ends the way it did when she first woke up. Her eyes had dark circles and she just looked so tired.  Imperfect, in the most perfect way. 

“Adam?” 

“Lute.” He breathed out. Fuck, he didn’t trust any of this. His gut had been right in Lust. She wasn’t real. She wasn’t here. He couldn’t do this again. “You’re a fucking illusion.”

Her face fell. “Adam. It’s me.”

“You think this is fucking funny, Mammon!?” He yelled, arms wide as he spun slowly around the room, unable to look at the screen that showed such a likeness in her image. He knew better. 

“Adam, it’s fucking her, shit ass!” An annoying voice yelled in the background. The camera turned to show Vaggie scowling beside Charlie, who smiled and waved at him. 

“What the fuck?” Adam breathed out. Lute turned the camera to show the rest of the crew, who all offered little acknowledgement (aside from Lucifer, who smiled uncomfortably at the camera and waved in a similar manner to Charlie). 

“It’s really me, Adam,” Lute said again. She could feel tears pool in her eyes, but she wouldn’t let them fall. 

“Lute.” He whispered. She felt like she was home. Even Rings away and over video chat, she felt as though he had enveloped her in a large hug. She finally felt safe. Whole. Able to go on and continue on in their impossible endeavors.

Because he looked at her and spoke her name and that set everything right. 

“Lute what the fuck has been happening?!” Adam said, kneeling before the screen as though it were an altar. She thought back to Mammon’s not-so-subtle warning. 

She shook her head with the softest motion, a smile never leaving her face, though her eyes pleaded with him to understand. I can’t, they begged. 

Be gooey, and gross, and affectionate. She could do this. 

“I miss you,” She said instead. He took in her expression, the mildest body language changes that made him narrow his eyes and nod. 

“I miss you, too. So fucking much.” He replied. It wasn’t a lie. He’d never missed someone the way he did her. Time didn’t seem to exist in these rings or trials, but it still felt like the longest chunk of never-ending existence he had lived through.

She nodded, shifting the camera. It accidentally showed the empty sleeve of her shirt. She knew she was being scrutinized by both the hotel and the audience,e but for the first time in her life she didn’t seem to care. Let them watch and gawk. She was with Adam. 

“What happened to your arm?” Adam asked, his brow furrowed in worry. She glanced down at the missing appendage and swallowed hard. He had been so excited when she received the prosthetic. 

“Just a little unrest in the Pride Ring. Nothing I can’t handle.”

“Lute?”

“I’m not weak, Adam.” She said, stronger in that conviction than she had weeks prior. She could protect herself, with or without him. 

“I know you’re not. I know you can handle yourself. “

“And don’t forget it.” She warned. He smiled. He knew the sentiment was there, even if she was laying it on a bit thick. He didn’t know what agreement she had with Mammon but he didn’t fucking care. He got to see her. The real her.

That was enough. 

There was silence, a few moments spent gazing at the other. 

She thought that his brown eyes suited him. Warm and solid like earth. She found herself just at home gazing in them as she had his golden orbs. 

The connection began to fade, his image becoming fuzzy. 

“Please promise to come back to me.” She said finally. Adam nodded, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek on the screen. 

“I promise.”

And then she was gone. 

Adam was alone once again. This time, though, he felt lighter. Lighter than he had at any point during the trials. Fuck Mammon and his greed but damn did it have its uses. He stood from the screen, dried blood flaking off of him as he moved. 

He ran a hand through his hair and laughed, a relieved sound that rumbled deep in his chest. He felt a renewed energy build inside of him. A familiar sound behind him alerted him to a portal opening to his next trial. He could complete these trials due to two simple facts: Lute was alright, and she missed him. 

She missed him. 

He felt like he was walking on water when he entered the yellow portal to Gluttony. 

“You know, I’ve always been a proponent of young love,” Mammon said, crossing his legs as he sat while being interviewed by a Robo-Fizz at the conclusion of the program. He had already begun to process to mass produce merchandise for his new money-making stars. After his secretary’s stupid suggestion (fucking Guitarspear?) Mammon had come up with the couple name “Ladam”.

It put Brangelina to shame.

Preorder on prints, t-shirts, plushies, and more had already sold out on the website. Of course, they hadn’t even begun production on any of that merchandise (or would for the next year or two, but the consumer didn’t have to know that). But this was becoming his greatest endeavor since signing that cunt Fizzarolli. 

“Aren’t they like centuries old?” The interviewer asked, holding the microphone towards Mammon’s mouth. Mammon shrugged.

“I meant forbidden love.”

“Weren’t they both Exorcists?” The interviewer asked again, eyebrow raise. Mammon snatched the microphone from the robot and stood, addressing the camera and audience who begged for more content. 

“Fucking Love, then jesus. I could put fucking Amsodeus to shame with how much I give a shit about love. Speaking of love, wouldn’t you all love it if you could buy custom prints of Hell’s favorite new couple?” Mammon exclaimed. The audience roared, all demanding autographs and an appearance from their new favorite couple. 

This trial had also done a great job of distracting people, at least those not in the pride ring, about the impending doom should Adam not finish the trials. All in all, it was a good business, and business was booming. People would pay a pretty penny for a prettier distraction. 

You know, the ex-angel had left a decent amount of blood and hair in the funhouse. Mammon knew all too well there was a market for everything. 

[kittenfangirl20]

Hellhound au

Adam groaned, his head pounding as he finally awoken after being in a world of darkness for so long.

However, when he opened his eyes come to find out this world didn’t have much light either. It was dark and dingy, water dripped down onto the dirty, concrete floor. He’d say he was lucky to be lying on a mattress but even that wasn’t so great either.

It was ripped in certain areas with springs exposed. The only thing that covered him was a thin blanket. Looking down he also saw that his robes were tattered beyond belief, barely recognizable anymore.

That wasn’t the only thing unrecognizable. When he brought his hand up comb through his hair in astonishment; he was instead greeted by the sight of a furry claw.

He gasped drawing it away then yelping as he saw it do so.

This…this was his own hand!

He brought it closer again to inspect and while shaking he could see that it was indeed a paw.

The paw of a canine.

His ears pricked up at the sound of footsteps. He quickly lay back down and wondered what kind of monster had brought him and did this to him?

The door to the room opened and in walked someone.

?: Hey…are you awake?

Adam’s eyebrows shot up at the sound of the person. That didn’t sound like an adult…in fact it sounded like a little girl.

Taking his chances he turned and saw none other than a young Hellhound girl. She couldn’t have been older than twelve. Or at the latest thirteen.

Lydia: Hi, glad to see your finally up. You were asleep for so long that the others actually started getting worried.

Adam: W, who are you?

Lydia: I’m Lydia and when I found you passed out on the streets I took you back home with me.

Adam got up and he made his way to a mirror and saw a Hellhound version of himself. He was covered his very soft fur the color of his hair and he placed his paw like on his face and felt a snout. Thankfully the fur on his head was still like his hair since he took pride in his hair. He saw a very fluffy tail.

Adam: My name is Adam, do you know what happened to the hotel on the hill?

Lydia: Oh you mean the Princess’s Hazbin Hotel, it was rather cool when that angel demolished it with his laser powers.

Adam: It’s called Holy Light.

Lydia: I didn’t know that, but after he was killed Lucifer rebuilt the hotel. It sucks that the angel was killed.

Adam: I thought that the people of Hell wouldn’t like the Exorcist.

Lydia: Most Hellborn don’t like Sinners especially when the Bitch Queen was encouraging them to rise up against Heaven. Sinners can go up the ranks in the caste system by becoming Overlords, but Hellhounds and Imps can’t because we are on the lowest place in the cast system.

Adam: That sucks.

Lydia: Yeah, that’s why Hellhounds and Imps have to look out for each other. I have a nice bath set up for you and some clothes that should be in your size and what looks like the style you like.

Adam: Thank you.

Adam went to the bathroom and got out of his clothes. He looked over his body and touched himself all over feeling the very soft and fluffy fur that now covered his body. It was actually really nice and warm. He got into the bathtub and started to clean himself. He also started to touch himself and blushed at the fact he needed relief. He wasn’t created like a typical man. He was made to impregnate someone and be impregnated. The thought made him rather sad since he was told that he was made that way because he was meant to be with his angel Lucifer. But Lucifer made no secret about the fact that he wanted nothing to do with him.

Adam: There is no sense crying now, just figure out what to do with yourself now and live your life like you always did.

@talesfromawannabewriter

[bloogers-boogers]

Thinking of an au where Lucifer is still the king of hell but in this world Adam was a mere sinner and not the ‘first man’ but the first ‘willingly fallen angel’. People will say wouldn’t that be untrue bc Lucifer yada yada,, but nah, Lucifer didn’t expect to fall, so willingly he didn’t, at least not in this au ~ so anyways…

Adam was never created as a human, he was an angel and had been friends with Lucifer before his fall. They were both seraphim! Though Adam was made a few ranks below Lucifer, God created him as the embodiment of perfection and beauty ~ so all angels admired him for how he looked and was praised by the creator, even Lucifer.

Lucifer at the time never considered Adam as something more than a brother just like all of the other angels they just saw each other like that? The knowledge of romance was an oddity or some type of supernatural feeling no one experienced at the time but God would mention about when it came in describing the first humans.

And they weren’t entirely close either. They were just connected being very pampered and favored by God.

Fast forward to Lucifer already being casted to hell and married to Lilith. They eventually heard of a fallen angel landed in hell (by a deadly sin, I would like to say it was Satan who informed Lucifer of this bc yk that’s a freaking fallen angel). So Lucifer was shocked of this revelation. After all, it’s been like a century since Lucifer and Lilith gathered angels to go against heaven and then be casted to live in hell for the rest of eternity.

When Lucifer tracked the angel down, it took a while until his eyes landed on Adam. Yup. The Seraphim Adam he once knew as the living perfection of God’s hands turned as a sinner.

Once Lucifer helps Adam, picking his unconscious body and taking him to his castle to get heal. Adam wakes up and was greeted with a bomb of questions by both king and queen of hell of why the hell was he here. In this case Adam refuses to tell them why he fell and flees to never be seen.

Leaving Lucifer and Lilith speechless because why, when, how???

Years pases by and the whole incident is long forgotten, just like Lucifer’s marriage.

So everything is basically the same except Lucifer is more of a king than being shut in his castle depressed. I feel having the influence of Adam back in heaven kinda toughened him up a bit bc he shared a lot of things in common and well, God’s love. So there was some sorts of jealousy involved just like competition. Also having Lucifer near by kinda just softened Adam a ton which made it easier for him to be too vulnerable in hell.

Lucifer is much more colder though. He doesn’t have Charlie in this Au but Adam sorta does? He has Abel who has a similar personality and ambitions. His dream is redemption and thats why nothing much changes aside from that. But without Charlie Lucifer just doesn’t have anyone, and like they say, nothing is more scarier than someone who has nothing to lose.

Adam has a strained relationship with his son because he’s so blinded by Abel’s mother who’s very abusive and who Abel distanced himself from (unaware Adam is actually trapped in her chains/ she owns his soul), so they rarely ever talk or see each other but Adam loves his son more than anything.

Abel isn’t Adam’s only son he has 15 biological children! And 56 adoptive ones (exorcists that in this au are hellborn orphans/ who aren’t necessarily currently living in his area or home but are his nonetheless) Vaggie, Lute, and more. Adam is an overlord! The most powerful in wrath and was allowed to leave pride by a deal he made with Lilith thousands of year before she kinda bailed on hell.

He and Lucifer did cross paths throughout that time which made the whole falling incident more easier to forget considering Lucifer was no longer interested in wanting to know why Adam fell and just respected his privacy. The deal he made with Lilith needed to be reinforced from Lucifer’s power so it was necessary for the king of hell to be involved and grant Adam’s wish to leave pride and join wrath instead (he’s still a pride citizen he just isn’t forced to be there like the rest of the sinners/ is basically the only one allowed to have left his ring).

But getting to the plot. So Lucifer starts getting a bunch of complaints of Abel’s hotel and all the trouble he’s making with heaven. And the angels aka Sera haven’t stopped pestering his ass about it so he goes and seeks for this ‘Abel guy’ he has no idea who’s about (or who’s daddy did this one belonged to) and surprise surprise Lucifer becomes Abel’s Alastor ~ he joins in the hotel (with all the intention on screwing it over) being a sponsor, and ofc to this Abel’s all enthusiastic having the actual king of hell ‘on his side’ giving him ‘support’ of his dreams yk

And you can imagine the rest aksbwksheks Loving the idea of Hell greatest dad being Lucifer taunting Adam for being a better dad than him and Adam feeling challenged (bc he kinda is)

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Amaimon and the Exorcist (14)

Hot Seti is back lol

Might want to review the previous chapter when reader explains love to Amaimon

“Haven’t we already had this conversation? You demanding that I love you.” You laugh, shaking your head. “I do love you.”  

Amaimon shrugs, “______?”  

“Yes?”  

“I like your odd quirks,” he says bluntly, lying on his side and observing you with an intensity that makes your heart race. His unexpected words catch you off guard.

“I don’t have odd quirks,” you reply, narrowing your eyes at him. Amaimon stares at you for a moment before continuing, “You make a funny face when Seti scolds you.”  

“No…” you protest weakly, even as a small part of you recognizes the truth in his observation. 

He runs his claw along your ear, the sensation sending shivers down your spine. “And you like playing with my ears.”  

“I…”  you stammer, your voice faltering under the weight of his gaze.

His thumb gently brushes against your cheek. “You like to stare at my face, especially when I blush.” 

Your face begins to burn, and you avert your gaze to the ceiling, attempting to conceal the rush of emotions coursing through you. Amaimon grips your head, lightly but firmly, turning you to face him once more. “I like staring at your face too. I like those quirks.”

He locks eyes with you for a moment, his hand resting gently on your cheek. "I don’t like being away from you; it frustrates me. I got angry at Big Brother because he asked me to go somewhere and said I couldn’t bring you. I told him no." 

“Oh.” You blink, unsure of how to respond, still trying to grasp his meaning. “It’s nice to know you like me.”

A slight frown furrows his brow. “Like? If it’s love for you, why isn’t it love for me?” He pulls his hand away and turns his back to you. “I don’t understand humans.”

“Love?!” You grasp at his shoulder, urging him to face you. “You think you love me?”

“I never cared about emotions before—until I met you. You make me feel things I don’t understand.” He admits. “But if what you described is love, then I do love you.”

He hesitates, struggling to articulate his thoughts. "You... do things that annoy me," he states plainly.

Your eyes widen at that, “What have I done that annoys you?” 

“You spend too much time with the fox; you continue working as an exorcist; you were more focused on Rin than me at the amusement park, and you didn’t want to kiss me there.” As he lists the reasons you annoy him, you have to bite your lip to keep from laughing. His voice is edged with tension, a mix of annoyance and something else simmering just beneath the surface. He’s not annoyed; he’s jealous. 

“Are you laughing at me?” His brow furrows, the muscles in his jaw tightening, creating an earnest expression that almost makes your heart flutter. 

“I’m sorry, it’s just that you’re really cute.” You can’t help but smile, the corners of your mouth lifting involuntarily. Amaimon, with his striking features and the unique glow in his eyes, holds your attention completely. “I’ve been spending more time with you lately than with Seti. I can’t just stop working; Rin was lying beaten on the ground, and I needed to check on him. I didn’t want to kiss you because, as I mentioned at the amusement park, exorcists can’t just go around randomly kissing demons, especially demon kings. You’re not annoyed with me; you’re jealous.” You pull him closer, feeling the warmth radiating from his body, and press your lips against his soft, inviting ones. “There’s no need to be jealous,” you whisper, losing yourself in the intoxicating mix of his scent and the soft brush of his skin against yours.

“Jealous?” 

“Yeah, like you’re worried someone is going to take me from you. Actually, it feels like you’re teetering on the edge of being a yandere,” you said, unable to hide the amusement in your voice. The warnings Mephisto gave to Seti flash through your mind, making you a little uneasy yet oddly intrigued. 

"Jealous," Amaimon finally repeated after a long pause, his expression thoughtful as if he was trying to understand a new concept. The word hung in the air, heavy with implication. "Is that what it is? I don't want others getting what's mine," he added, his gaze intense, filled with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down your spine. 

"You're possessive, too," you chuckled softly. Despite their possible undertones, his words stirred a warm feeling in your chest. They are endearing in a strange way.

"I have to be. You're mine," he replies, his tone blunt, as if this were the most obvious truth in the world. “I’ll stop anyone who tries to take you from me.” He climbs over you as he speaks, his head dipping slowly until your lips finally meet.

He deepens the kiss, tracing his tongue over your lower lip to seek entrance while simultaneously, his claws dig into your hips, making you gasp. Amaimon’s tongue glides against yours before he pulls away and begins placing kisses down your throat. He then redirects his attention to the spot he had asked to bite earlier. A sharp pain shoots down your neck. “Amaimon, that hurts," you groan as he grazes his fangs along the still-sensitive skin. He huffs in slight annoyance before dropping all of his weight on you. 

You sigh at the unexpected weight. “Are you always this clingy?” you ask while running your hands across his bare back. "Is it the same with your past relationships?”

“No.” He shifts his body lower, resting his head comfortably against your chest. You gently lift your hands, fingers gliding through his soft hair. “Then why are you so clingy to me?”

“You’re going to be my mate,” he responds as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

You give a gentle tug at his hair. “And do you always decide that your partner will become your mate within a month?”

You can feel him shaking his head. “No, you will be my first and only mate.” 

“Just curious, if you were in another vessel, would you still want me as your mate?”  

“You think I only want you as my mate because of my vessel?” 

“Honestly? Yes.”

He shrugs. “You’re probably right.”  

“Amaimon!” You attempt to push him away, but he tightens his grip around your waist. “You weirdo, let go of me.”  

“Wait, no, in my other vessels, I’d still want you as a mate; I just wouldn’t be so…” He lifts his head, the warmth of his breath brushing against your neck as he begins to nuzzle into you like he had when he was a hamster. “This vessel is… sensitive in multiple ways.” He raises his head to frown at you. “I need to make you my mate as soon as possible. You're living with another man.”

“Seti is a fox.” 

“He has a human form.” 

You let out a sigh. “Amaimon, you’re jealous of a fox.” His jealousy could become an issue. A few of your childhood friends come to mind; they’ll want to see you, but if Amaimon tags along to your parent's house, things are going to get complicated. “You better be nice to my family and friends next month.” You give a hollow warning. What can you truly do against a demon king? You can feel the power that surrounds him; you are nothing compared to him. “You need to understand you have no reason to be jealous, Amaimon.” You gently run your fingers along the tips of his ears. “I’m yours.”

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“Big brother.”

The door to Mephisto’s office swings open as the green-haired demon steps inside.

“Hello, Amaimon.” Mephisto grins at the younger demon. “How can I assist you?”  

“Am I supposed to buy ______ a ring with a diamond?”  

The question takes Mephisto by surprise. “Oh? Are you asking her now instead of demanding it?”  

Amaimon shrugs. “She knows we’re getting married.”  

“Did you ask her?”  

“I told her.”  

“Of course you did. Why are you asking about an engagement ring?”  

“A man told me I need to give her an engagement ring before the wedding ring.”  

“No. You’re supposed to ask and then present the engagement ring.”  

Amaimon tilts his head, confused. “So, I don’t need to buy her a ring?”

Mephisto rubs his chin, contemplating the best way to get Amaimon to shut up about the ring without spending too much money; after all, it’s Mephisto’s money that Amaimon will be using. “I’ll give you my card to buy her a ring, but keep it under 15,000 yuan, deal?” He extends a sleek black credit card for Amaimon to use. 

Amaimon grabs the card, muttering a quick thanks, before jumping out the window like a wild animal. Mephisto shakes his head in disapproval.

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So, that’s what Amaimon does. However, there was one big problem with Mephisto’s plan that he hadn’t taken account of. 

The Earth King wanders into the bustling city, overwhelmed by the crowd and the array of specialty shops surrounding him. Surely, there must be a shop dedicated to selling rings, but despite his search, he hasn’t noticed any. His quest for the perfect ring leads him to a convenience store, not for a ring, but for candy. He decides to take his chances and asks the cashier if he knows of a place to buy a ring. 

“Welcome!” A young, beautiful, dark-haired woman smiles kindly at Amaimon as he enters the jewelry store. 

Amaimon gets straight to the point. “I need an engagement ring. With a diamond.” 

“Of course! Let’s start with your budget.” 

“15,000 yen.” 

The saleslady’s grin falters as she responds, “Oh, well, we might not have a diamond ring for that much, but we can find something just as—”  

He interrupts her, asking, “How much are diamond rings?”  

“Our most affordable option is around 40,000 yen, while our more expensive ones can reach into the millions.” Her smile returns, though now tinged with a hint of nervousness, as she assesses this unusual man in the store. 

Amaimon tilts his head, curiosity piqued. “Millions?” The more expensive, the better, right? “I want to see those.” 

She taps her fingers anxiously and asks, "Are you sure? Sometimes, it’s difficult to admire something and become attached, only to realize you can't afford it.” She says this as politely as possible. Why present someone with rings worth millions when they are out of their price range? Also, this man slightly scares her.

“I want to see them.” He orders. 

“Of course.” 

The most expensive rings are located at the back of the store. Amaimon pays no mind to the other jewelry around him, focusing solely on the section to which the woman is guiding him. “If you don’t mind my asking, what is your budget...?"  

“I have no budget."  

Her eyes widen in confusion. How did the budget go from 15,000 yen to no budget at all? “Are you sure?"  

“I don’t like to repeat myself.”

She gestures toward the display of rings. He frowns; there are so many. Noticing his confusion, she offers her assistance. “Well, what shape does she prefer? Round, princess, pear, marquise, oval, cushion?” She lists a few from the top of her head. When he gives her a blank stare, she offers him a booklet showcasing different types of cuts. “Which do you think she’d prefer?” He maintains his blank expression. “Well, do you want one single diamond or something like this?” She gestures toward a ring featuring smaller diamonds encircling a large one in the center and another ring adorned with diamonds on the band as well. 

“Only one.” 

She nods. “Okay, so these all have single diamonds; you don’t have any idea what shape she’d like?” As he stares at the rings, one stands out to him more than the others. “That one.” He taps on the glass. 

The woman stares down uneasily at the ring, “That one?” She questions, eyeing the price. “I told you; I don’t like to repeat myself.” When anger seeps into his tone, she quickly nods. “Okay, we’ll need to size the ring. Do you know what size she wears?”  

“…no.” 

“R-right, well, sir. You can go ahead and purchase it now, and just give me a call when you have her size. I’ll make sure to prepare everything as soon as I receive the details. Does that sound good?" She’s still slightly nervous he won’t be able to afford it. 

“It’ll be two and a half million.” She shakily takes the card the man passes to her, worried about his reaction if it’s denied. As she scans it, her eyes widen in surprise. It was approved.

Amaimon leaves the shop with a receipt and a mission to find your ring size. 

Mephisto’s problem is that he didn’t think that a jeweler could show Amaimon more expensive options. 

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“Seti, I’m so bored,” you sigh as you lean back against the sofa. Seti sits on the opposite side, gently massaging your left ankle and gazing off into the distance, relaxed in a white t-shirt and brown pants “I’m not here to entertain you,” he replies, glancing at you from the corner of his eye before returning his gaze into the distance. “Why don’t you call your boyfriend? Or fiancé? Whatever he is to you,” Seti suggests with a shrug. 

It is as if the demon king could sense Seti talking about him; only a few moments later, the door to your house swings open. The demon king strides into the living room, pausing to take in the scene. Amaimon glares at the fox demon, who responds with an arched brow. "Is something wrong, King?" he taunts. As the two demons lock eyes in a tense standoff, you sit quietly, debating whether to intervene. Seti is clearly trying to piss off Amaimon, but if you call him out, he’ll only assert that he’s not doing anything—just sitting on the sofa—which is technically true. With a lazy flick, Seti's fluffy tail thumps against the cushion as he leans back, unfazed.

Amaimon’s voice cuts through the air, sharp and demanding, as he questions you. “Why is he here?” 

Seti answers for you. “Because I live here,” comes the calm reply, the air thick with tension between them. 

Amaimon steps closer, “Why is he touching you?” 

“I’m her familiar,” he replies once again before you can, unperturbed by the unspoken threats of the demon king. “But if you really want to know, the idiot hurt her ankle, and I’m just massaging the muscle. If you’d like to take my place, feel free; I’ll grab the heating pad.” Seti gently pushes your leg to the side and stands from the sofa.

Amaimon doesn’t take Seti’s place. Instead, he drops to his knees beside you and leans in for a kiss. When he pulls away, he stares boredly. “You’re living with another man.”  He repeats what he had said in the hotel the night before.

“Seti is a fox.” 

“A fox can’t touch you like that.” 

Seti approaches the back of the sofa and drops the heating pad on your sore ankle. “Actually, a fox can touch her like that because I just did it, and I am a fox.” Irritation seeps into his voice as he speaks, leaving you uncertain about which is worse: an irritated Seti who refuses to leave your side while you’re still recovering or a jealous demon king who isn’t going to leave your side because he’s jealous of the fox that won’t leave your side until he’s deemed you well enough. 

The only reason he left the night the naberius attacked was because he knew the aloe would heal you instantly. “It’s just a sore ankle, Seti; I’ll be fine.” 

“That idiot doesn’t know how to take care of you.” You don’t realize just how awful that insult is. But it’s a personal attack on Amaimon. The most important responsibility of a demon with a mate is to care for their mate. Sure, you’re not Amaimon’s mate yet, but it still applies.

Amaimon sees red. “I’ll kill you.” 

“But if you kill me, who will take care of ______?” 

You grasp onto Amaimon when you feel him begin to shift, wrapping your arms tightly around his shoulders. In your panic, you do the first thing that comes to mind: you bite him.

His reaction to your biting him is completely outside the realm of what you expected. His body relaxes unexpectedly as if the very essence of his being has been momentarily disrupted. Like he’s glitching, his eyes widen in surprise, and he falls into your arms.

Seti snorts.

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✧ in piscinam.

✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : claudio serafino x fem! reader.

✰ 𝐰. 𝐜. : 1k+

✰ 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : claudio sees you within the cool waters of the pool, before deciding to approach you and make his presence known.

✰ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : reader is wearing a dress ( mentioned ), claudio might be ooc, pretty much a self-indulgent fic. also very fluffy <33

✰ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 : my very first attempt on writing for him, and the ideas have been brainrotting in my mind for weeks 😭💙 so i just knew that i had to actually post this one out.

. dividers by @/saradika-graphics !! 💫

The light taps of your shoes filled the silent hallways, stepping against the perfectly marbled floors with such ease within the private sanctuary within Italy– the Duomo di Sirio, as it was known to some others. You are also recognized to be in a quite higher position than others as well, just below CLAUDIO SERAFINO himself, as you are his personal confidante. One of his most trusted person, as far as he’s aware.

Not a single soul in sight, so you have decided to take a quick dip within the clear waters of the pool nearby, just to try to cool yourself off due to the warm weather. Claudio wasn’t around as well, since the last time you checked his schedule, he had some important errands to tend to.

Eventually arriving at the intended location, you take one last look around you, just to make sure that no one is present– gradually letting your dress fall onto the hard ground without any sound and changing it to a transparent one, before immediately letting yourself sink within the cool waters below.

Today seemed strangely quiet. For Claudio, at least. He was expecting any sort of greeting from you once he arrived not too long ago, but instead, he finds himself searching for your whereabouts around the place. 

Several thoughts are running through his mind, and yet, none of them have made any proper thoughts due to how messy it currently is. His steps are quite heavy, yet cautious as to not attract any attention somehow. These past few months have been admittedly stressful for him, and it has tested some bits of his patience in ways unimaginable.

It didn’t take him long enough to halt on his tracks, spotting a rather familiar someone by the clear waters. It’s pretty unexpected to see someone taking a dip at this time of the day, yet he couldn’t even blame the said person, as the weather outside has been nothing but merciless to them.

He leaned himself over the edge someplace almost hidden, not wanting his presence to be acknowledged just yet as he rests his arms atop of it. His slate blue eyes are quite sharp and observant, clearly now having different thoughts as he sees the person in the pool, yet none of them has any.. Unholy intentions, dare he say, but rather, one gaze that is filled with pure adoration and silent amazement. 

The sunbeams from above seemed to have touched your face perfectly, which made your expression to appear more serene in a way. Your now wet hair flows down so beautifully, as if you originally belonged in a portrait that’s being highly revered and taken care of– or that’s how he told himself to be, at least.

His thoughts never lied to him, because why would he?

Claudio begins to feel some sort of a strange sensation within his heart– has he been living in a certain darkness for all this time? His throat feels dry, his mind goes hazy for a while there. He has always been a man who's focused solely with his own assigned duties naturally; all the while, trying to avoid any potential distractions within his line of work.

But the sight he’s witnessing right now made him really think deeply. Has he never seen you being all relaxed and ethereal like this? You did it all so effortlessly, which made him possibly be baffled with his own actions if you ever caught him watching you like this.

Without moving away from the spot just yet, the Italian exorcist moves his hand in a smooth fashion– creating something rather unexpected, yet beautiful for anyone who’s able to see it. A small, blue butterfly begins to emerge out of nowhere; glowing vibrantly as it follows the magic flow from his hand, flying discreetly towards where you are. 

The seemingly glowing butterfly gracefully glides across your features, immediately catching your attention as he intended. He watched, as it landed just on your cheek nicely, making you look even more divine from his perspective. It compliments your features so well, which makes his heart swell. 

Claudio has not experienced these types of feelings for a long time now, and he wants– no, needs to keep feeling it deeply within his heart, if he were so bold to say. A warm, genuine smile made its way to his handsome face, wanting to let the scene unfolding ahead of him to be engraved within his memories alone.

The way you smiled as the butterfly flew around you– it is something that he didn’t want to ever forget. Sure, you are his confidante, but your smile alone is enough to send his heart beating so rapidly, as if you are his lifeline. Claudio didn’t even remember when was the last time he’s able to observe you properly like this, without any work-related distractions.

The feeling just escalates even further as he sees how gentle you are, cradling the butterfly on the palm of your hands with an expression of pure awe. He could admit he had feel.. Something, within him– a type of feeling that he ever tried to shut it away from.

When the butterfly has gradually flown away, his smile remains– clearly still mesmerized by the genuine actions you’ve portrayed. It’s beginning to feel a bit funny for him since he doesn’t want the feeling to stop just yet–

“How long have you been standing there, Signore Claudio?”

Has he been stuck within his own train of thoughts for that long? It startled him slightly when your mere voice managed to pull him out from his own little world; now realizing that he has finally been caught. But that’s like the least of his worries at this point.

You have propped one of your hands up by the pool’s edge, placing your head atop of it with an amused expression. Somehow, he doesn’t know how, but you looked even more.. Attractive, looking at him that way. So his smile returned without any ounce of hesitation present.

“I’ve been here for a while now, cara.”

His reply was simple; quickly being followed by the temporal lingering silence between the two of you. But this only made your curiosity grow, tilting your head slightly as you added more words to your previous question even more.

“Have you, really?”

A small smirk is present upon your delicate features by now, “Do you know how improper it is to stare at a lady who’s bathing?”

“I’m aware,” he answered with honesty, not even shifting his gaze away from you just yet. “I just couldn’t resist, bella.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, not wanting to admit that those little nicknames he has specifically given to you did make you swoon internally. Claudio has always possessed a certain charm with him– maybe being Italian is one of them– but that’s beside the point. He’s always been this way ever since you decided to work alongside him, so you almost couldn’t tell yourself.

Not even moving away from your current spot, he begins to approach you with several steps closer; eyes not leaving yours as if he’s simply trying to convey his unspoken words from there.

“You sure know how to make a man’s heart throb.”

“Oh, do I?” You tried to mask your surprised expression, giggling a little with the maintained eye contact. “Do I, perhaps, have caught your heart at least, Signore?”

The Italian exorcist stops just not too far in front of you, yet leaving just a few spaces between you both as he kneels in front of you. Without thinking twice, he leans his face just a bit– his heartbeat is so rapid that he’s sure you might be able to hear it if you went a bit closer to him.

His mind is telling him to move away this instant, but his heart tells him otherwise. Perhaps, something just awakened within him, that he just begins to fall into a clear realization? You have been his confidante for years, after all, maybe that’s why he dares to become a little more bold right now.

Maybe you are the lady who was meant to be his equal in a lot of ways. Maybe now he knows what he’s been lacking.

Claudio was unsure yet, but he can tell for one thing– his heart has spoken to him. He knows what he wants, and he’ll try to slowly pursue it.

“Ah, don’t get too close to the waters. Or else, I might have to pull you along with me.” You leaned your head backwards and slightly move away from him, which caught him off guard.

He decided to just follow what his heart tells him. A genuine chuckle escaped from his luscious lips; already feeling even more entertained by the whole ordeal.

“Is that an offer, bella?” His Italian accent is thickening somehow, and deeper as he spoke those words, his smirk reappearing within seconds. “Then, who am I to refuse?”

You had your brow raised, before giggling then returning his smirk in a similar fashion– swimming even further away from him as a way to possibly tease him, “Well then..”

“You know what to do, Claudio.”

mb idk how to properly end it lmao-

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if you don’t mind me asking, when are the next installments of the transmigrated reader series coming out?

So sorry it’s taken so long! It’s been a wild couple of weeks and I’ve been jumping from fic to fic tryna get each one complete! I hope this is a satiating enough! Hopefully when life lets up a bit i can write the longer shit i like to do teehee

Transported (3)

Hazbin crew x male!reader

characters featured: Emily, Sera, Lute, Adam, Vaggie, Charlie, Sir Pentious,

part: [1] [2]

words: 1.3k

warnings: swearing, sera is implied to be kinda bad kinda a hater, adam calls you big balls little dick, male read btw, goat reader, readers implied to be tall, shortish, sir pentious is gonna be a lad, not proofread!

Standing alongside Vaggie and Charlie in the courtroom, you guitily tuned out the entire ordeal, you’d seen the scene many times before and lietened to the song on repeat, that actually was a problem as you starting singing along with the two of high made Vaggie give you a confused look. You however simply shrugged that off like it was nothing.

You waited for the scene to be set and for the three of you to be forced into the portal Adam would create and be good onto the next. However that didn’t happen, instead Sera, Lute, Emily and Adam came down in front of you Charlie and Vaggie, the other angels flying away. “So big dick goat boy, what’s the shtick with you?” Adam clicks his tongue, hands on his hips as he looks up to you, inwardly you panic but hold together, giving a quick glance over to Sera who looked quite menacing at the moment. “What do you mean?” Charlie stepped in, exhaustion lacing her tone, understandably as she just found out her girlfriend is an ex angel.

“Well it’s just that big balls little dick here is outta place, even Sera said-“ Sera promptly cut the first man off with a stern call of his name and a glare. He sulked crossing his arms and sticking his tongue out, however he kept his mouth shut. Charlie didn’t seem like she was in the mood to question what Adam was going to say, thank goodness, but Sera didn’t seem to be done. “You know, some of us were born to be, and others made to be, but none of us just appear out of thin air we all have a purpose in heaven, or hell.”

Charlie crossed her arms shrinking back, probably making the assumption the comment was about the hotel, however Sera had her sight set on you, her eyes glowing with meaning. You glanced over at Adam and Lute, Lute seemed to giving you a hard glare, but Adam didn’t seem to care scrolling through his phone. “We do all have a purpose than, even the ones who appear out of thin air may serve a purpose.” You claim wearily, yet attempt to keep your ground as your eyes bounce from person to person. Your hands shoved in your pants pockets you stood tall, horns sticking up high past your head.

“Yeah, cool, whatever-bye bitches! we’re coming straight to your hotel this extermination!” Adam broke the silence butting in, now this is what you were familiar with as the portal opened, Adam shoved you three through, Charlie freaking out and trying to get at Adam. You caught one last glimpse of Sera’s cold gaze as the portal closed, and you just know things aren’t gonna be good from here.

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Vaggie was downstairs at the bar, not drinking but just sitting. She wish you didn’t see the way things played out, and she was embarrassed you found out she was a fallen angel too. Walking up to the bar, your hooves clopping against the ground alerted her of your presence before you slid into the barstool beside her. She didn’t bother looking up at you, or even saying anything to you, just at quietly.

She half expected you to sling out questions one by one about her being an exorcist, however you just sat quietly with her. In your mind you wanted to comfort her, but after today it would be too suspicious for you to act in a way that is too out of the ordinary, like giving the impression you’re an all knowing fortune teller. Instead you gave Vaggies back a few comforting pats, when she looked toward you, you offered a small smiled.

Vaggie seemed to appreciate the gesture smiling back and giving a nod, you’re hopefull things lighten up soon. As Vaggie went to open her mouth an inquisitive look taking over her features, the hotel doors slammed open, and in walked Angel with Alastor. “Weird there coming in together.” You mutter, giving Vaggie a look, she hummed in agreement. Angel plopped himself down on the couch, meanwhile Alastor lingered creepily in the back, close enough but still far. “So how’d things go with the holy? What’s the plan?” Angel asked lounging across the sofa, Vaggie nervously looked around scratching the back of her neck.

“We don’t…. Charlie will come up with something a big plan is going to happen.” Vaggie affirmed, out of the corner you watch Alastor fade into black goop, you already knew the plan was going to go down… but should you really intervene? It seems your presence in the show has already caused disturbances in the way things are playing out, if you stop the deal from happening who knows what crazy twist things will take.

But… you know the angels can die, which is what Alastor wants to make the deal for. In the middle of your inner battle the green shot through the room making you tense. “Too late,” You mutter watching as Vaggie run off. “What did you say bad boy?” Nifty creepily asked breathlessly, hugging the bottom of your leg. You grimaced watching as Angel gave you a look, Pentious slithering into the picture. “Nifty, invading onessss perssonal ssspacce issss very rude,” Pentious reason hissing out his words, you smile at him genuinely, watching as he tried to poke the little devil off.

She hissed like a demented animal, and clung tighter to your leg. “Don’t test her, I saw how she can be with Val.” Angel muttered, Husk who entered behind the bar not long ago spat out his drink. “Angel!” You tilted your head confused, oh right, they went to the bar, and you’re not supposed to know that. Acting confused, you attempt to save Angel the lecture of keeping his mouth shut, instead you simply bent down and tore the cyclops off you. “Hey, Pentious?” You questioned plopping Nifty down, her cackling and running off. “Yessss?” The snake hissed tilting his head, you wrapped your arm around his back guiding him away from the others. “I was curious about your inventions, and you would know better than anyone..” You trail off your hand making a circular motion as you try to find the words.

“You think Id know better than anyone?” Sir pentious said in astonishment sparkles in his eyes. You smiled at him and nodded. “Yeah, i want some scientific advice.” He clapped his hands together happily, ready to help. “Do you think it’s possible to move between like universes? Like falling into a wormhole?” You questioned as nonsuspiciously as you could, however Sir pentious was used to his egg boys madness and didn’t mind it at all. He perked up hands tapping on his lip as he though.

“I supposssse? We’d have to confirm the existenccce of other universsesss firssst.” He said matter of factly, you hummed, trying to figure out how you could question him further without him questioning you back. “I’m just really interested with theories of other life and realms, especially since finding out hells real.”

The snake nodded understandingly as he listened to your explanation, it seemed like he was trying to figure out what to say. “You know that isss quite interessssting! I’m alwayss ssso focussed on killing machinesss! I’m going to do sssome sstudying!” Pentious proclaimed finger in the air, you chuckled at his over the top reaction, but pat him on the back bidding him ado as he slithered off. Fiddling with the cuffs on your suit you wandered aimlessly back over to where Angel and Husk stayed situated.

“Heya babe~” Angel whistled at you dragging your attention away. “Yeah?” You say a little air headed like, you felt weirdly about everything especially after seeing Sera and the angels, you wonder what they saw in you that the demons couldn’t? “Wanna play a card game until the others come down?” Angel guestured over to Husk who had the cards between his claws.

Might as well relax a bit, after all it’s only a matter of time before the battle.

[saucy-mesothelioma]

Practical effects ay?

Then can you tell me how practical the exorcist is?

Aight strap the fuck in cause we're gonna cover some of my favorite practical effects in this movie.

Since the Steadicam hadn’t been invented yet (it was invented in '75 and this movie came out in '73), for the scene where the camera follows people up the stairs a swing was actually built for the cameraman to sit on, where he was then pulled up the stairs by other crew members. For the exorcism itself, it required three different bed rigs, eight pneumatic wheels to shake the entire set, and intense refrigeration so the actors’ breath could be seen. To achieve the refrigeration, the walls of the bedroom set were insulated with 8 inches of fiberglass so four massive AC units could cool the room overnight to 40 degrees below 0. Due to the lighting rings heating up the room, that meant that they had to shoot those scenes in one hour increments over 60 days. For the iconic head-spinning 360 degrees, a full-scale animatronic in the likeness of actor Linda Blair was created complete with moving eyes and breath simulation. And finally, for the similarly iconic levitation scene, Blair was held up with wires that were hand painted with dotted lines, which allowed them to blend in with the lighting no matter how much it changed. And although it was never used in the theatrical release but we did get for the director's cut, Regan's spider walk down the stairs was simply done with wires to assist the stunt actor, and CGI was used to help remove them in post. Also for the scene where Father Karras gets hit with the vomit, it was originally just supposed to hit him in the chest but a misfiring with the tubing caused it to hit him in the face. I know that's only loosely related but I just think it's kinda funny.

[salllzy]

Sal's snippets #61 #4

With everyone being better fed and actually having some sort of proper eating schedule instead of just whatever food they could find, things in the hotel had changed, and it wasn't just because everyone was better fed. Sarah had taken to giving those who lived in the hotel fighting lessons, and even Charlie was not immune to them. Blood, broken bones, bruises, damaged egos, no one was safe from the doe's fighting lessons. The only one who could keep up was Alastor. The training area that had been created had to be repaired more than once and rebuilt several times, still, there was no denying that they were getting better at fighting. Vaggie had almost landed a hit on the doe before she had been kicked so hard that her spine had snapped in nine different places, and she had to be put on bed rest while she healed. Which had also led to an interesting revelation. Vaggie was a former Exorcist. Charlie had refused to speak to Vaggie for a few days, and even Angel and Husk had shunned Vaggie; the only ones who hadn't shunned the former Exorcist were Niffty, Alastor and Sarah. Vaggie had been depressed and miserable whenever Charlie refused to acknowledge her, and as funny as it had been the first day. By the seventh day, it had gone from amusing to embarrassing exceedingly quick. Vaggie, being a former Exorcist, was not the worst thing to happen in Hell. Fuck, it didn't even reach the top twenty. The majority of those spots belonged to the Vees and the stunts they had pulled over the years. Although Sarah wanted to know how Vox was hiding the fact that Valentino had been sent to Hell because he was a paedophile from everyone. She knew that the other Vees had to be aware. There was no way that Valentino would have been able to hide such a thing from them, and if that got out? Well, the empire that the Vees had built would crumble in a matter of minutes; nothing brought the Pride Ring together like a hunt for a paedophile. There was even a sport and teams around it. Which was how she knew that no one was aware of just how and why Valentino was in Hell for, the Network had even double checked the information, and she had spoken to some of his former workers who looked far too childlike for her taste. Valeninto called them his favourites. She had plans on bringing the entire Vee empire crumbling down, but now was not the time to do so; she needed to have certain pieces in place before she made her move. She didn't want to leave such a large power vacuum unattended for too long.

After forcing everyone to sit down and actually communicate with each other, things had gotten better. That didn't mean that they got out of training, though. Then Angel got called into work, and Valemtimo was in one of his moods, and the moment Angel had set foot in the studio, he had been pushed, pulled, slapped, kicked and punched; he had a black eye that he was barely able to cover with makeup. Valetino had scowled all through the filming, and his mood had only gotten worse when Angel had forgotten one of his lines. Before Valentino had been able to hit him again, a hand caught his wrist. "You know, you really should mind your manners." Angel felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked at Sarah, her eyes were cold as she looked up at the moth, but it was the smile on her face. It screamed murder, and judging by the way that others had began to subtly move to the edges of the room? He wasn't the only one who had noticed. Angel didn't know what Sarah did for a job, and he had no intentions of asking, but he knew that it was dangerous and that she played with big players. Far bigger than the Vees and the rest of the Overlords, so he knew better than to get involved in her business and ask questions. But the thing is, Angel had started to consider her somewhat of a friend. The kind of friend that drags you up out of the mud, while cleaning you off, only to knock you back into the mud, just to make sure that you learned your lesson the first time, and you knew what to avoid. Alastor was more of a drag you through the harshness of life and made sure you ate all the while mocking every bad choice you ever made, but the moment you needed him? Actually needed him? Then he was there, with a vicious smile and a body bag at the ready. It was something that Angel had come to learn about them, that what they said and what they did? Didn't match up, and the easiest way to see how they felt about someone else was through their actions. Which was how he was able to tell that Sarah? Was beyond pissed, and if she could get away with murder Valenitno, then she would do it.

[urathestardragon777]

Pt1

I guess a little preface is needed for this.

Major changes:

°Adam isn't the asshole he is in the show, he's still a bit rude but not purposely (most of the time). He's straight forward and doesn't see the point in pleasantries or not offending people. He sees the Exorcist as his daughters, even Lute. He also never exposed Vaggie's secret about being an angel because their was no secret. He's got a dry sense of humor mixed with the most painful dad jokes ever. He didn't know Lute took Vaggie's wings and eye, he just thought she was coward/traitor.

°Vaggie was left in Hell 3.5 years ago after being attacked by Lute. Charlie found her and knew she was an angel because she was bleeding literal gold and the fact that Charlie saw were her wings were pulled off. It took a while for the two to actually open up to one another. They've only been dating for a year.

°Charlie is basically the same although she does have a bit of a sadistic streak and a temper (she's gotten good at keeping it under control but slips up every now and then)

As far as the story goes it's not that much different from the show with the exception that all Seraphim and high ranked angels know about the exterminations. So Emily wouldn't be shocked to find out but she would still want to help Charlie because she believes that the exterminations are unjust. Emily is also the youngest Seraphim, created a thousand years after Lucifer was cast out. God is also more heavily involved as he was the one to give the order to Sera who then gave the order to Adam.

Other characters are pretty much the same personality wise but look different (I redesigned them).

The comic starts towards the end of episode 8. Adam has just been stabbed by Niffty.

Seeing her father being stabbed and collapsed on the ground, Lute calls out to him as she rushes to his side.

Lute: DAD!!! NOOOO!!

Lute: Nonononono! Dad! Adam, wake up! Please...

She turns him on his back, pleading for him to stay with her.

A smile spreads across his face

Lite is calling out to him but that's not who he hears, not who he sees.

Adam: Eve?

He calls out to her even though his mouth doesn't move. She smiles back.

Eve: Com'on Addy, wake up. Cain is cryin' for ya.

Adam: I'm coming..

His eyes close slowly as the rise and fall of his chest come to a halt.

Lute stares down at the lifeless body of her father figure but her head quickly to the sound of footsteps approaching. She looks up and sees the princess of Hell, the traitor and the Devil himself.

Charlie: This battle is over, Lute. Take the remainder of your army and-

She gets cut off by the sound of trumpet being blown as a fiery ball of light comes down from heaven. The brassy sound of the trumpet echoed out through all of Hell. The remainder of the Exorcist fell to their knees with their heads bowed and began to chant.

Exorcist: Father, glorify Your name! Our Father, Who art in Heaven-

Vaggie and Lucifer fell to their knees, hands covering their ears as the horn continued to be blown and the chanting got louder.

Charlie: Dad! Vaggie! What's wrong?

She crouched down beside them extremely worried.

Lucifer: It's...fine..Char Char..

Lucifer grit out. It had been eons since we was cast out of heaven, since he was an angel but something deep and instinctual was tugging at his core to start chanting.

Exorcist: -Hallowed be Thy name. Thy Kingdom come-

The horn stopped as did the chanting. From the ball of fire emerged a large structure (spirit?) it was made up of large spinning wheels that overlapped one another with eyes covering the inside and out.

???:I think I went a little hard on the horn. Like, be not afraid peeps.

And inside of that creature was an angel holding a golden trumpet, they had four wings in their back and one on each ankle. They flew out from the spinning wheels and flew down closer.

???: I'm just the messenger after all.

Lucifer looked up in shock.

Lucifer: Gabriel?

Gabriel: Long time no see, big bro.

[mydahliarose]

A devotion to remember (Michael's Christmas card spoilers.)🪽🃏🎼

Pairings: niiri x Michael/miiri

Characters featuring: thiago ( my exorcist oc)

Fandom: what in hell is bad?

Tags: wholesome, romantic, Michaels Christmas incident aftermath, some spoilers,my au

Synopsis: niiri is doing a devotion ritual for Michael since hes away for work, a way to feel closer to him when hes gone. Thiago walks in and stays with niiri as she talks about her favorite memory of Michael. The aftermath of that fateful Christmas that lead to there relationship becoming official.

It was a quite morning. The dim light of the candles vaguely gave life back in the sanctuary. A mumbled echo of quite prayers sung throughout the room, all for a devotion of one arc angel angel; Michael. Yes, all morning niiri had been praying all throughout the morning at the alter of Michael himself. Places upon it were offerings of his liking. Blue candles, some flowers of angelica's, cinnamon, and of course wine. Placed upon his carved figure where of shields and sword necklaces, a very important part of him. She prayed upon for his saftey during his heavnly duties, everytime Michael left for work she always became lonely without him. She had become so used to him, always being so close to her that just a couple of hours without him felt empty. So keeping his altar of his statue always kept her a sense of company. Plus, knowing the things Michael could go through knaws at her stomach. She never misses a chance to chant any protection spells that could help him for better safety measures. " Dear lord, please wherever you are. May my words reach enlightenment to your angel of war... protect him from evil and corruption...I'm not with him right now, so please lend me a helping hand so that he may return home safely...". Usually, if she were to chant these holy things shed burn. But thanks to the priest of this church, she was givin myrrh ink to draw sigils of protection around her body; now she could chant any divinity without reprocessions.

Click... click ... Hm? She could have sworn eather she was alone for today, or it would seem one of the exorcists has decided to walk out for a small break. Well judging from those footsteps, she was right. And it was none other than the maestro thiago himself. " Oh sorry!" . He awkwardly scratched his head and was about to walk out the hall until niiri spoke. " Its alright, stay. Perhaps your lovley tunes could perhaps reach out to him". She said, not looking back to thiago; her eyes were very much shut into concentration. Upon hearing this the maestro was actually quite surprised, usually shed want to be alone when it came to her prayer session for Michael. Then again while niiri at times spooked thiago she did always consider him her closest friend to be comfortable around with. Plus, she always did love to hear his tunes whenever she felt sad or just wanted to feel some peace for her mind. " Huh? I actually feel quite honored haha". His footsteps became closer and sat in the frontrow seats. Crossing his legs as he adjusts his musical instrument to set the mood of tranquility.

" please dont turn this into one of your many musical numbers". She jokes, with her eyes still closed she only let out a small chuckle. " Ay muñeca(doll) niiri, i know better not to let that happen during a prayer session." He laughs, as he strings his guitar. With his music combining with niiri's prayers, created there very own lyrical song. Candles flickering around, a sign that there devotion spell was finally doing its work, though slowly. " Not to interrupt such an important moment for you muñeca(doll) niiri, but i must say your love that you have for the angel is rather beautiful. Sending him all your devotion like this, is something so uncommon for you demons. They all must laugh at you down there for doing so...". He said with empathy towards niiri, hes aware of the repercussions she faces in hell with the demons. " Oh theo, if they make fun of me? So be it, but when i run into them in battle? Let them see our taboo as there final breathe hehehe~". She snickers with a grin, no matter how angelic she says she is her demonic instincts will never fade away. Gulp. " Haha, true!.." perhaps its best to sway the conversation back to Michael. " What is your favorite memory with the seraph if i may ask?".

Quirks an eyebrow with a smile. " You really want to know?". Thiago smiles. " Ill create a love song as you tell me it". There was so many niiri could pick from, absolutely all of her times with Michael especially the ones before they became together she still holds dear to them. But after going through them all in her head one will always stick out to her, infact it was the most important moment of there relationship ever to this day. " My most fond memory of him...was that fateful day after what had happened to him during Christmas...the aftermath of that incident was an eye opener for Michael, he finally saw how real my feelings where to him...the day we both finally became official and not just teasing each other." Now thiago was intrigued, the Christmas incident was one he wish to not remember ever again, it was a day so incredibly frightening and stressful for everyone, but more for niiri. He will never forget how terrified he was when he saw her full blown rage like he's never seen before. Michael at the time did show feelings for her but tried to shut them down as much as he can. That was until niiri saved him by breaking the chains in tears. Never has Michael ever seen such devotion towards him and from a demon no less. Thiago was afraid for niiri in the sense hed reject her of all her efforts that day, but no. It would be a moment the group would change into an unexpected bond like never before. " I remember...i was afraid of you remembering that day, i never considered how important it would actually be for the two of you when we saw you two in his room holding in eachothers arms...". A beautiful sight thiago will never forget. Niiri chuckles. " Yeah...im so glad that you and mery supported us all the way through, that is why your friendships will always be dear to me." A single tear shed in her eye, immediately she wipes it away. " So that memory, can you tell me exactly how it happened? How you two officially became a couple?'.

" i thought youd never ask". She sighed in love, heart skipping a beat as she remembers. " That day... Michael's condition was at its worst ive ever seen, so he flew away and i went after him. It took all night to search for him until i saw him land on the empire state building, and so naturally I ran up to talk to him...and this is where it begins".

Flashback 🌆

Huff! Huff! The running up the stairs felt like hours upon hours, times like these she wished she had a pair of wings to grow and fly over to the top. But alas she cannot. Huff! Huff! Slam! Finally, she reached the top. Michael was there, he was leaning on the edge of what seemed to be smoke floating around him. He was smoking it seemed, niiri couldn't blame him after what had been done to him... At first she was going to scream his name, but perhaps shouting isn't the best solution right now. Slowly, she walked towards him. She meant well, shes always meant well all throughout her time with him and the exorcists. Shes never showed signs of betrayal or to take advantage of him. Michael was not in the right state of mind, he could do something to hurt her or push her away or so niiri thought, but it was in character of him to do so. But her heart spoke to her, to talk to him, tell him everything was going to be ok. " A-angel-". Phew... " What do you want?". He didn't look back at her. " I wanted to check up on you, I'm worried.". She looked at him with sadness in her eyes. He said nothing, only the sounds of him huffing and puffing out his smoke. He watched the night city lights of new york as the wind picked up and flew his hair around. " I'm fine...". He wasn't, she knew he wasn't. He always tried to keep the persona that he was but there were never signs of his well being improving. Again, she walked over slowly. Every walk she breathed hesitantly, she did not know what to expect of him at this moment. She felt anything was walking on eggshells with him right now. Her heart tells her to trust the process. She stops, now the two were finally together as they watched the city. Silence Not one word but the sounds of incoming cars and Broadway music echoing the streets. They watched until finally niiri spoke. " It's so beautiful...". Her pupils moved to her edges, hoping he'll speak up. " It is...". Barley, but it will do for now.

" say Michael...what do you think of new york ever since you started working as thiago and merywens gaurdian angel?". This could be a good way to distract him of what he had endured yesterday. Sigh... " Filthiest place ive ever seen...but i suppose after staying here for quite sometime ive grown to have some form of eanderment for this city...". There was still hurt and sorrow in his voice, despite the little form of positivity at the end of his sentence. " Yeah your right, this city. Ive never seen one like it before...theres just something about it, i believe its the atmosphere it has compared to other places. Sometimes it makes me wanna sing my heart out! Maybe even dance haha!". How cute she was bieng cheerful to her beloved crush. He wanted to smile at her enthusiasm but bite the edges of his lips. Niiri cared for him so much all throughout bieng together. Her teasing was something he secretly looked forward to always. And her way of helping him calm down during his worst moments were something hell never forget. She was a demon sure, did he wished for her to die? Yes, however now? He couldn't bring himself to think such ill thoughts towards her anymore. He wanted her to hold him, he wanted her to whisper sweet nothingness. His body shaked, anxiety from yesterday's Christmas incident. He was afraid her touch would be rejected by his paranoid instinct if she touched him.

He was screaming for her love within himself, what niiri didnt know however was during the moment he was chained down, not only was he thinking about his hyung. He was also thinking about her aswell. He prayed to god if she truly was his plan for her to be her forever partner in his life, his gaurdian angel. To please finally prove it to him in that instance before his halo could burst. And what do you know? There she came, fully in tears, hair a mess, screaming with all her lungs until those chains finally broke, throwing his muzzle to the ground as she picked him up and ran immediately. His eyes widen in awe that theyve never done before. His heart raced like it had never done before, at first it was fear but afterworth. That changed for love.

" niiri...". " Michael?..." Ah... A shaken hand tried to hold her face for a second, but as soon as it hit her white faced skin. He immediately jolted back. Shaken breathe escaped his mouth with a fear look in his eyes. "Angelica?...". It was all she could do or say, the state he was in it was best not to move forward. He might take the wrong idea since shes a demon. " Angelica...". Michael whispers to himself. The nickname shes always called him, finally caused him to blush for once. Cheeks redder than they've ever been in his life. " Why...why are you always so nice to me? All I've done...drip...drip...i-is treat you like your beaneth me...what have ive done to deserve your kindness? Y-your a demon...so why...". He said in confusion. All his life hes been taught demons are the sole reason god is gone thus all must perish. They stole him from them, thus anger and revenge on those demons are all he could ever think of. So why...why is all this all of a sudden happening? Why is he for once wanting to hear an answer from a demon? Why is everything changing all of a sudden... Wait...what is she doing? Ah! " N-niiri!?". Suddenly the doll out of the blue hopped like a rabbit, and in response all of Michael's stars above his halo jumped up in waves of formation. The movement caused his head to tingle a bit which in turn made him giggle. " Ah! What on earth!?". " Hahaha! Theres that laugh i love to hear.". She smiled at him, as if he deserved to be treated as such. " W-why did you-". " Michael, ive said it before and ill say it again. I am the demon of joy, i heal peoples inner child that they've long lost because of a horrible event in there lives. I am an emotional healer, an angel...your angel." She blushes. He quirks an eyebrow as tears contenue streaming. "I-i am w-worthy?...i-im worthy...o-of your gift?". He gulped. " Silly angel, its not about me wanting to heal you, sure i want to but....". She looks down, blushing.

" i know youve been mean to me alot in the past, but i look past that, i see a beautiful angel in need of help. Youve been abandoned...you cry and you scream for somone to love you again. When they reject you, you lash out. Your hurting. And when your shouting your woe's people eather laugh at you or shut you down only agitating you...". Michael only looks at her in awe, he was finally bieng heard, bieng seen for once; not just some scary seraph that can kill without hesitation. " But most importantly... because i understand how you feel...i am in your same shoes of your loss of somone dear... And so my vision sees your suffering." She to has lost somone dear to her? Is this why theyve always had such a strong connection this whole time? Not just because they share there love of revenge and bloodhsed towards demons but there was always something more to it than that?. " Your my equal...". His trembling legs suddenly begin to move forward towards her. " I get it now... why...this sacred feeling...". Tap...tap... " Do you get it now Michael? My kindess isnt just because of my title. Its because you and i are the same, and thats why..-". Ah!

A warm feeling catches her off gaurd, his arms wrapped around her waist, embracing her tightly in his trembling body, trying to reject her. Michael for once begin to fought off what had happened to his body yesterday, he wanted to feel the soft warming love of his beautiful doll. His soon to be lover. " Michael?". " Shh...fate is truly funny sometimes, i thought it was a cruel fate that god put me through. I was wrong...this isnt cruel." With one hand he tilts her chin, making her red pupils now stare into his angelic eyes. She could have sworn they began to glow otherworldy. " My equil...i never i thought id be saying that in a million years...you bring me nothing but pure joy...you bring me emotions ive never felt in thousands of years....your a miracle....". His thumb begins to touch her lips, niiri is left unable to speak. Completely captivated by his words and nurturing actions. " Im scared...but when your around, suddenly its as if that feeling never existed...". He sighs like a hopeless romantic, giving her a soft look with an adoring smile as he admires her. " Sweet doll...thank you for saving me back there when i needed you most...thank you for showing how authentic you are that day....your my savior...my angel...". He cups her face. "M-my...". " Your...?" M-mmf! swoosh! Wings embrace's niiri closer to Michael. His halo glows brighter than the moon and stars above them. His lips, begin to glow in its divinity. His purity shining through. In turn niiri begind to glow with him, closing her eyes while locking her lips to his virginal lips. Actions speak louder than words, at this moment she knew they where more than just partners in crime. They where lovers. Chu~ " Im ok...i was scared, but when you ran out from backstage towards me...i was no longer afraid... because my angel came to save me from becoming stained...thank you...a million times thank you...". Drip...drip... Tears streamed down his face, tears of joy for once.

" i was scared for you Michael...i couldn't think straight i was wreckless on the entire mission to save you. I don't regret a single thing". She returned back to his lips, ridding every filth that was stained on him. " Niiri...you did wonderful, your actions are valid to me...". He mumbles into her mouth, closing his eyes letting her saviour every part of him. He tasted like smoke but she didnt mind it one bit.

" thats all i needed to hear...". She took a breathe of fresh air as she finally let go of him. Touching her lips with her fingers cherishing this moment for life. " From now on never leave my side, i fear if you leave my side ill vanish in thin air yet again...". He holds her hand and looks at her in desperation. "Please...im scared what will happin if your not next to me...". How could she say no to that adorable face? " You must be out of your mind if you think id leave you alone after that! Heck, will be sharing rooms from now on! Ill be moving in with you!". She said with authorization. " Oh yes! Immediately! When we get home ill help you move your stuff into my room. Infact bring your whole closet to mine!". He looked so cheerful. " Oh absolutely angelica! The whole room will become empty!". " And maybe, thiago and merywen can sleep with us for the day. Extra saftey just incase...". " I was thinking that aswell! See? Where equals you and i". They both chuckle. " Ahhh...i think im finally ready to go back home...". Without warning Michael picks her up. "Shall we?". Nods. " It is past your bedtime after all."

Back to the present ⛪

"ahh...my heart flutters every time i think about it everyday...". The maestro chuckles, still playing his melody even after finishing up her happiest moment. " So that's what happened? What a beautiful moment indeed.". Finally he puts his guitar aside and kneels down with niiri. " San Miguel...filled with so much pain within him, finally found his equal that will help him in his journey of finding peace within himself. ". He looks up to the statue of Michael as he prays with niiri. " To think all throughout my life I thought i knew him just by going to church and reading the bible about him. It wasn't until after i became an exorcist and was assigned with him and merywen i learned the truth about him". He chuckles. " Yeah your scared of him now hahaha!". She smacks his back. " AY! Ughh...well yes but nowadays? I'm used to how he is, but ever since you came into the picture I've seen a different light in him. A light i wish to continue seeing". He smiles. " Ahh thiago, i dont just make him happy, you and mery also do. Trust me he says nice things about you when you're not looking". Blink... " H-hes does!?". Hes in disbelief. " Oh yeah! That gift you gave him on Christmas? He never shuts up about it, he even cries when talking about it haha!".

He was touched, the maestro felt warm upon hearing this news. Sure he was mean but thaigo regardless looked up to him, that was his favorite angel all throughout his life. Thats the angel he always prayed to for his family prior into becoming an exorcists. To work with him was a true blessing, and gifting him things even small was more than enough to show his devotion to Michael. " That angel haha, i knew he was a softy". " Oh we all know! And its so cu-". Click. " Why are you two talking about me?". That familiar stern voice, oh dear looks like he has finally returned home. " ANGELICA!!". Dash! Niiri lunged towards Michael, smothering him in kisses as he picks her up, swaying her around before embracing her. " Oh my dolly! Did you miss me that much?". He cooed. " I did! I was praying to your statue all day to send you good things to come since you were gone! Even theo joined in." " Awww niiri, your to sweet to me- wait Theo joined with you?". He looked to his side, not expecting him to be there. Gulp... He waves nervously at Michael. " Welcome back arc angel! I hope things up there werent to bad." Scratching the back of his head, hoping Michael will not say something to mean. " Hmph...it went well, thank you very much. Where you praying with dolly?". Thiago nods " mostly playing tunes to help her set the mood with her devotion towards you but in the end i did for a little bit". Bieng truthful to him. " I see...thank you for bieng there for her when i was gone that means alot". Putting niiri down to go and give thaigo a quick pat in the back before leaving to his room. " I need a shower, dolly care to join me?". " You make it sound like id have options to choose when i always say yes to my angel~". She smirks. " I know, i just love to tease you". He smirks back, moving his finger to come and follow him. " Alright theo its time we went are seperate ways". Before she leaves she turns to smile. " Thank you for listening to my ramblings".

Thiago smiles to his demon Friend. " And thank you for letting me be a part of your little devotion prayer for san Miguel". And with that both went there seperate ways.

End