#and if his wings and halo can appear and disappear as well..

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Gabriel but underneath that armour he's bird demon howl from howls moving castle

Had to look it up cause I don’t watch anime

Approved, but without the human face

[sinner-sunflower]

A HH Lucifer-centric AU 19/?

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22

Hello!!! How's everyone's weekend?!

I had the most relaxing trip of my life. Me and my best friend went on a picnic and the place was so gorgeous I wish I was rich enough to have that kind of landscaping.

Anyway!

Here's my update. I hope you all enjoy.

As always: likes, reblogs, and ESPECIALLY COMMENTS are so appreciated and it honestly gives me motivation. We're near the end meaning this might end this week :((

Disclaimer: I did get some help with chat gpt for some paragraphs just to get my ideas across and also because English is not my first languagee. I edited them of course myself because u know how automated shit can be.

I'm learning I promise!

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Every denizen of Hell held their breath in anticipation as each agonizing minute passed without a word from the King. Some feared he had met his demise the moment he entered, leaving them grasping at false hope. The Overlords pondered the same grim possibility but dared not voice it in the presence of higher demons.

Amidst the tension, the task of pacifying Paimon fell upon the Goetias, who found themselves ensnared in his relentless tirade about their illustrious King and their collective duty to fix Hell's problems, a duty he believed lay solely with them, not Lucifer.

The Sins, meanwhile, remained vigilant, their eyes fixated on the entrance through which Lucifer had disappeared, searching for any subtle sign of their brother's fate.

Satan, ever watchful, kept a peripheral eye on Goodie. The Good of Humanity had fallen into an unusual silence since Lucifer embarked on his suicide mission. Unlike the rest, she wore neither worry nor despair on her face, hell, not even of glee; instead, there was a knowing glint in her eyes the Sin of Wrath definitely did not like. He could only hope Lucifer emerges from all of this still himself.

At the very back, Vox stole a glance at his rival, noting the whatever-the-fuck thing he had with the King. He half-expected the radio demon to remain his usual apathetic self. And he was half right. The guy was smiling with no care in the world. Yet, to his surprise, a strained smile is etched the demon's face. It's not as noticeable but if you've been looking at Alastor as closely as Vox had been for the past how many years, it's like a giant pimple you can't ignore. There was a glassy look in his eyes, as if the radio demon is going to-

Vox wonders incredulously if his wiring got fried by that shockwave earlier because there is no fucking way.

The media demon is silently thankful he couldn't finish that thought as they are knocked down once more.

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It all unfolded in a blink, leaving them no time to respond. The ground quaked with a force that they realized was from the towering tree that's trembling before them. Roots and branches contorted, twisting inwards and outwards like a well-oiled machine, as if the very essence of the tree was tearing itself apart. Red flowers all around withered as the oppressive miasma dispersed. Then, with a thunderous crash, the colossal tree collapsed into a single heap.

The dust clears presenting a lone figure stands in the center of it all.

Belphagor: Lucifer!

There stood the King of Hell, his horns protruding proudly and his corrupted halo casting an ominous black glow. His six wings spread wide, a testament to his power and dominance. It was Lucifer. But... something seemed off.

The Sin of Pride appeared altered. His once pure white attire had transformed into black, adorned with accents of red. His porcelain skin, once flawless, now bore a grayish, melancholic hue. However, the most striking change lay in his hair—it was no longer the radiant gold of angels, but a sinister black with tendrils of creeping red, moving like of the deadly miasma.

Lucifer looked like a shadow of himself.

Before anyone could react, the fallen angel lunged towards Goodie, swiftly pinning her to the ground.

Lucifer: Ẏ̷̨̖̯͎̤͎͖̪̆̀̊͌͑̓̇o̵̻͗̔͊̃͘̚͠ṳ̸͎̍̊͗̌̈ ̵̱͙͇͛͑i̴̳͈̗̺͒̏̃̀̚͝n̸̢̧̖͖͚͉͙̤͇͆̃͛͊̿͛́̚͘s̸͇͚̱͍͈̤̘̒̂̈́̆͗̈̆ͅó̵̇̅́͜l̶͇̝̞̜̰̘͊̒͂̓͝ë̶̮͔̰́̀̑̔̽͊̐n̶̡̧̗̤̘̞̑̇̀t̴͙̲̳̦̦͎͔̠̔ ̵̮̰̞͐̌͌b̸̧͚̾i̴̧̜̪̳̤͔̹͉̦̇͠t̴͖̐̀̾̌̽̎̂̅͜ͅc̵̛̞̳͛̋̆̏͆̏h̷̟̺̬̗͗̉̓̍!̴͉̲̼̪͓̻̪̻̀̊ ̷͇͓̲̬͍̦̙̹͓̔̈́͊̇

Goodie chokes from the stench of hellfire on her skin.

Goodie: I never lied to you, angel. I told you that you were the key.

Lucifer: Y̷̢̘̻̩̲͐͋̐̌́́͝ŏ̴͎̌́u̷̟̯͋ ̶͔̝̘̓̈́̄̈́́̀̐ǵ̸͍͌͝͝á̵̧̫͔̤̘̹̓͗͂v̶̢͕̘̼̦̰̐ẽ̵̝̥͈̝̓͋̌̋͠ ̸̝͙̐̓m̵̩͖͍͒͌͛̔e̸̤̹̻̪͇͔̽̇ ̵̜̬̰̟̖̘͈̐̆̀á̸̻̜̬̫̝͇͚ ̷̢̗̠̮͊ͅf̶̡̩̟͘͝a̵̢͎͆k̷̲̰͓̤̐͌̽͐̿̕͠e̷̛̪̖̅̒̀̓͐͜ͅ ̸̭͙̫̂̚ͅs̴̩̝̺͕̲̯͒e̸̮͍̤̦̯̎̈́̔̌̇͌ä̷̳̖͓̒̕l̶̦̬̙̘̝̉̏̔̈́͆͘͠.̸̨͓͉͒̄̚ ̶͈͆̽̿̋̑̈̕T̶̗̹̱̞̭̩͉̍͆̀̚é̵̹̗͖ļ̶̜̬͍͓̗̿͑̾̋̏̕l̸̛̀̆̓̾ͅ ̷̡̗̼̀̿̓m̸̛̗̞͕̠̟ę̵̬̰̻̮͎̉̓ ̵̥̩̞̮͈͖̅̃̑͜͝ŵ̷͈̥͕̦̘̙̏h̶̝͈̬͖̲̯̝͊̓̕ȳ̴̱̓̄̎͝ ̵̛̣̭̘͔͋̏́̀̋I̵̡̦̬̬̫͓̭͆̍͌͗̍́̀ ̶̛͈͆s̵̛̗͙̙̭h̷̝͌͌͜͝͠ȏ̴̝̹̻͚̾́̃̔͘͝ư̸̮͓̰̖͔̙̇́͊̽̐̔l̶͙̟̙̣̮̱̞̂͌̏͗d̴̢͊͒̉̈ ̸̠̠̮̉̿n̴͚̯̜̫̊ō̴̡͉̪̥̗̹̲̽̄̀̕t̴̢̺̱̊̉̎̕͜͠ ̷̛̹̜̿͝ķ̴̻͚̙͔̈́͊̍í̸̥̼͕̮̾̿͌l̷̢͂̏͆͊̃͠l̷̡̨͎̪̝̖̱̽̽̓͐̀́̈́ ̷͖̿̋͛y̶̻̝̆͂͝ỏ̸̧̹͇̫̀̐̀̍͋̃ų̶̟̩͔͇̝͚̎̈́̑̕͠ ̵͍̃͗͠ẁ̷̝̟̥̰̘͎͒͛́͒h̵̦̜̩̬͋͐̋ė̶̃͜ṙ̸̡̧̟͉̻̬͚̅e̵̤̮̟͌̓ ̴̹͕̮͍̺̲͇̉y̴̨̛̪͛̍̓̏ô̴͔͍͉̅̈́̌u̴̙͖͖͎͐͛̒ ̶̟̙͍̖̭̃̌́l̵̙̽̈́̐͝á̷̡͔̞͈̜͎͒͌̑̐͝y̴̼̹̪̻̒̓̽̀̚?̴̛̻̘͈͍͕̒̃̀̓̏

Goodie: It was not a fake. Without it, you would have perished the moment you set foot in-ah!-side.

Lucifer: H̵̹̩̗̑̎̈́́̕o̷̘͝ẇ̷̢̨̛͇̞̝̦̠̎ ̸̯̹͋̃͑͘͝d̴͉̭̟̫̙̠͂à̶͎̮̝̺̺̥͙̓͛͂̒́ŗ̴̡̺̬̭̝̳̓̈́̑̍͝ĕ̷͓̕ ̸̺͈̖̣̳̃y̴̜̞͆͑̉͠o̴͓͋ủ̸͈͎̳̥͈̞̍̀͜ ̸̥̑͐̇̂̈́̐͝t̶͓͋r̶̼͠ỉ̸͍̻̫̩͍̓͌̍̄͝ċ̷̞̤̭̳̈́̓́̃k̶̖̹͙̋̓̑̀̅̔͊ ̵͙̠̻̜̎ͅt̵̛͇̀̑̀h̴̛̥͉̲̬̰͛̊̀̅͝e̵͇̮̫̟̗̍͊̓ ̶̰͎̟̜̗̈̋͂̓K̶̞͉̰̫̂͂̋͝ͅi̷̯̟̤̽͛̈͑n̵̬͙͑̉̍͊̕͠ģ̸͖͍̪̉͗̂͠ ̷̣̯͖̭̜̀ͅǫ̵̨̣̿̽̑͜f̶͔͖̬͐͌ ̸̼̅̿͒̎́Ḣ̴͎͕̳́ͅe̶̛̞̱̦͈l̴̡̲̯͔̰̱̂̅̀̄̈͗͋l̸͍̩̯̗̏?̴̯̥̭̦͙̃̏!̸̼̹͍͖͒̊̅̊̌̔̍

Goodie: Do not delude yourself. There was no chance that this could have ended differently.

Lucifer was heaving so much that Goodie could sense his energy waning. Seizing the opportunity, she managed to escape his clutches. Despite the danger surrounding her, (such bothersome loyalty) she couldn't resist letting out a chuckle, teasing the angel one last time.

Goodie: I gotta say, angel, I do like your new look. Corruption definitely suits you.

Lucifer: F̸̢̨͔̲͖̖̳͍̑̽͜U̵̼̪̰͈̟̜͙͌́́̅̈́̔C̷̢̯͓̘̬͖̝̎K̶̳̖͓̘̝̗̀̓̈́̾̉̾̾͊͠͝Î̶͇͕͚̪̭̎N̴͉̟͍̻͇̚G̵̠̲̰͈̖̎͂͋̾ ̴̧̥͕̹̭̘̜͍̟̎̂̔͗̋̿̒B̶̢̦̤̥͕͉͋̂͌́́͂̈̔͠I̸̗̭̼͊̐͂̀̈́̐̏̐T̸̠̹͓̮̱̻̹̯͉̦̍̔̽̍̄͌̆C̸͍̩̉̈́̈́̄͒̓͑̾͝ͅḨ̴̦̙͉̫̪̫̇̀̄̈́̋͘!

Lucifer then collapses to his knees, clutching his throat as if he's drowning in searing heat. Confusion and desperation fill his voice as he struggles for breath.

Lucifer: How? *gasp* why? *gasp* -trusted-

There's a flurry of movement around him, voices overlapping and blending into a chaotic white noise. Amidst it all, someone speaks with a commanding tone, their words cutting through the haze.

Alastor: Listen to only me, my dear.

There was a faint humming of music? Was Alastor here?

Alastor: I'm here, my Majesty. Calm yourself. You need not to panic.

He's trying, he really is. But his ears are muddled and he can't understand anything anymore. Everything is happening all at once, leaving him disoriented and terrified.

As consciousness begins to slip through his grasp, the Sin of Pride feels a sense of detachment. A new presence moves in front of him, accompanied by a chorus of apologies that echo faintly in his ears.

A cool sensation brushes against his fevered forehead, offering a brief respite from the overwhelming heat and chaos. And with that fleeting moment of relief, Lucifer succumbs to the darkness.

Roo: How fun~

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Transformation central! (Transformation central!)

Reformation central! (Reformation central!)

Transmogrification central!

[tinycheesecakedetective]

...I'm baaaack.

I mean, I made one post about Swap!PV and then got distracted for months, so I wouldn't really call this a comeback. The moment I did come back though, apparently a bunch of lore just fell from the sky! Beast Yeast is upon us and all of a sudden I remember making an alt. version of this goober.

Turns out there were a few things I wasn't satisfied with in the first one, so here I am with my Swap!Vanilla 2.0 human edition! Even after all this time I still don't have a name for him. There's more white in his design, he has four horns instead of two and they form a crown on his head(that might be a bit hard to see), he also has a halo, his staff changed drastically, and he lost his soul gem. Instead he has two new smaller gems on his "ribcage".

This time around I tried to invoke more death themes, hence the ribcage, more wrappings, the halo, and the burn marks from, y'know, being re-baked and essentially reborn. The halo also makes for a nice double meaning, showing his somewhat good intentions behind the violence and spreading chaos gig.

Speaking of intentions, I maybe or maybe not have mentioned the only swaps happening in this proposed AU are between PV and WL and [possibly] Black Raisin and Red Velvet. I say maybe because if I checked, all the writing would disappear and I would have to start over again. However, I have wondered if those two swapped, how would PV handled the kingdoms? Would it be the same as DE or would the fates of each kingdom end up being swapped as well? It's something I definitely need to think on and develop.

Anyways, ramble break, here's a few doodles I did for Swap!PV!

Yeah, I had a lot of fun doing this. SO! A few changes not mentioned prior. Eyes! There are more eyes, especially on his coat. I took a bit of inspiration from a certain blue jester and his realm of nightmares. It also plays nicely with the whole "truth revealed" theme. Why not give the holder of the light of truth a bunch of opened eyes to represent his awakening? Also they looked good and his cape-coat was too plain without it.

Fun Head Canons: He's always floating, even when he's relaxing his feet never touch the floor. This PV still has a lily garden, it's just hidden away because while he still misses WL despite everything, he refuses to show weakness in front of others. His coat can take the shape of angel wings when angry and multiple eyes can appear when furious or in distress. Speaking of eyes, the ones on his coat glow. Those gems on him are pieces of moonstone that got corrupted after saving him.

As for the story behind him, I had to make a few adjustments. For one, DE and WL are two halves of the same whole, and the only reason either of them exists is thanks to precautions taken by Elder Faerie. Which means Pure Vanilla somehow has to get the stuff from Lily, who came to Beast Yeast without saying much of anything to anyone beforehand. Secondly, it means the Pure Vanilla Kingdom can't be the last kingdom explored. Pre Beast Yeast, the order in which the kingdoms would be explored would change, where White Lily's area would be explored first instead and the Vanilla Kingdom would be last. I'll address the second issue on a different post related to White Lily, but first things first. Fair warning, I wrote quite a bit.

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After forming the seal, White Lily falls ill due to the immense amount of power used. She's not used to using so much of her soul gem, much less creating a seal to lock away ancient evils. Seeing her faltering state, Elder Faerie takes her away to his palace to help her recover. During her time in the palace, White Lily becomes distressed because not only does she feel like she's being a burden, but she won't be able to continue her research on how cookies were made. That was the whole point of coming here, after all. She left her friends and home behind to find the truth and ended up sick and bed ridden instead. The least she could do to redeem herself was to find the truth.

Racked with guilt and regret, she asks Elder Faerie for two favors; she wishes to know the secret behind cookies' creation, and she requests a pen and paper to write with. Before long, White Lily gains a messenger(Silverbell) who gives her books from the library to read, and a way to reach the one other person she understands. Someone who should've known where she was most of all. Pure Vanilla Cookie.

From there the two keep exchanging letters as White Lily brushes up on fae and beast lore. But eventually White Lily would learn about the Night of the Witches in a similar enough way to canon, i.e. finding the book about it. While she's recovered enough, she's still not well enough to go, and Elder Faerie isn't risking her well being and safety for a banquet. She's devastated that her questions may never be answered. If only she could go, if only there was some way to witness it while being in the Fairy Kingdom. And then... she realizes something. Perhaps there is a way for her to know after all...

White Lily, in the discomfort of her hospital bed, writes a letter to Pure Vanilla and asks him to go to the Witch's Banquet in her place. She knows that this is a huge ask, and he has every reason to refuse the favor, but it would mean the world to her if he did. Elder Faerie hears about this and is rightfully worried, telling her about the dangers, and any cookie that goes doesn't come back the same, if at all. He sends his own letter to Pure Vanilla to warn him of the dangers that lie ahead. A few more letters come in from WL apologizing for her request, saying it was out of line and inappropriate. "What a selfish request," she thinks, "after leaving him in the dark for so long, I have the nerve to ask him for anything at all?"

However, despite everything, he eventually decides to go. He knows that this means everything to her, and a part of Pure Vanilla secretly wondered about it as well. White Lily searched heaven and earth to find the truth so she could help others. Why would he keep avoiding it for so long? If he knew the truth as well, perhaps he could use these secrets to help the people of Earthbread alongside her. Maybe now he would finally understand White Lily more.

He wrote a letter addressed to both WL and EF about his final decision. White Lily is surprised at his decision, and is eternally grateful, while Elder Faerie is more resigned and concerned, knowing that he won't be able to change his mind but still wanting to help. He asks her to help write her next letter, and the two send a package to Pure Vanilla. Inside was another letter with the faint smell of lilies, as well as a map to the location of the banquet and a moonstone from Elder Faerie as a show of goodwill and for protection. He in turn sends what would become his final letter to her, unbeknownst to the two reading. He expresses his gratefulness to both WL and EF and declares his determination to find answers both for her and for the sake of everyone, stating, "Let me be your hope when you have none, and you my guiding light in shadows..."

Pure Vanilla proceeds to head to the Witch's Banquet, discovers the bitter truth, and in his attempts to save the other cookies falls into the ultimate dough. The fleeting scent of lilies is the last thing he grasps in his final moments, and the faint glow of a moonstone ensures his survival. His soul gem shatters under the weight of the truth and is scattered across the world, longing to be made whole once again.

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Well! I think I have said everything I can say about him for now. I'm sure I can come up with more things later, but if you read this far, thanks for reading! I did not know I was going to say this much, so yeah. Next post is for White Lily specifically, I hope. I'm also taking suggestions for ideas about the other kingdoms and ways this could go, so if you have anything to suggest, let me know. Y'all have a good evening!

[fanby-fckry]

Remember when I said I stayed up all night writing an entire Alastor version of Poor Unfortunate Souls?

Well, I originally intended to just switch up the lyrics, but now there are a lot more stage directions and some additional dialogue in there too.

It’s in the same format as the song lyric site I got the original lyrics from, because I did not expect to be doing all this, lol. It was just supposed to be a lyric swap.

More actions will probably be added when I translate this into my usual format, as well as better descriptions, but I swear, this was just meant to be lyrics and a little but of dialogue!

[Alastor, spoken]

The only way to get what you want is to become an angel, yourself.

[Charlie, spoken]

And you can do that?  Just turn a demon into an angel?

[Alastor, spoken]

Why of course!  Provided the demon in question is you.

The transformation would be impossible for a Sinner, but biologically speaking, you’re halfway there already!

[Charlie, spoken]

But… why?  Why would you help me?

[Alastor, spoken]

Because, my dear – this is what I do.  It’s what I live for.

Well, as much as any Sinner can live, hahaha!

[Alastor turns to Husk and Niffty, Niffty laughs with him while Husk rolls his eyes; Alastor turns his attention back to Charlie]

[Sung]

I admit that in the past I’ve been quite nasty

They weren’t kidding when they called me, well, a witch

But you’ll find that nowadays

I’ve mended all my ways

Repented, seen the light, and made a switch

[Spoken]

True?

[Husk shakes his head in the background; Alastor ignores him]

Yes.

I won’t deny my decades of terrorizing the masses, but my work became mundane, aimless…  Who knew death upon death upon death could get so damn boring!

So, here I am!  With a new lease on my Afterlife.

Helping unfortunate demons such as yourself in an effort to keep myself from slipping further into the bottomless pit that is boredom.

And truly, it is quite rewarding!  Offering hope to those poor Souls with no one else to turn to.

[Sung]

Oh, I fortunately know a little magic

It’s a talent that I always have possessed

And here lately, for a laugh

I use it on behalf

[Alastor conjures up silhouettes representing Husk and Niffty; Husk’s silhouette is of his demon form, with a shadow that looks suspiciously like Alastor’s looming over it; meanwhile Niffty’s is human]

Of the miserable, the lonely, and depressed

[Spoken, as an aside to the real Husk and Niffty]

Pathetic

[Husk narrows his eyes and deepens his frown but says nothing; Niffty seems unbothered]

[Sung]

Poor unfortunate Souls

In pain, in need

[Referencing the silhouette of Husk]

This one needs to be a winner

[Referencing the silhouette of Niffty]

That one wants to get a man

And do I help them?

[Alastor snaps his fingers, and the silhouettes change; Husk’s is surrounded by poker chips and celebrating with other people while Alastor’s shadow lurks in the crowd; Niffty’s is in a wedding dress and veil, standing at the altar with a groom]

Yes, indeed!

Those poor unfortunate Souls

So sad, so true

They come flocking to my tower

Crying, “Spells, Alastor, please!”

And I help them!

Yes I do

Now it's happened once or twice

[Alastor gives the ‘pay up’ gesture to Husk and Niffty���s silhouettes]

Someone couldn't pay the price

[Both silhouettes both shake their heads]

And I'm afraid I had to rake them ‘cross the coals

[The poker chips, party-goers, and Niffty’s husband disappear; Niffty’s silhouette is transformed into her demon form, and both silhouettes are collared with green chains around their necks]

Yes I've had the odd complaint

[Husk flips Alastor off from just offscreen]

[Brief Alastor nun outfit appearance]

But on the whole I've been a saint!

[Alastor returns to his usual outfit]

To those poor unfortunate Souls

[Alastor, spoken]

Now, here’s the Deal.  I’ll make you a potion that will turn you into an angel – wings, halo, all that jazz – for three days.  Do you hear me?

[Spoken, with increased radio static]

Three days.

[Spoken, normally]

Now listen closely, my dear, because part this is important.  Before the sun sets on the third day, you’ve got to get your precious angel to fall in love with you.

That is to say, she has to kiss you.

[Alastor pauses, as if trying to remember something]

That’s an appropriate measurement for romantic love, right?

[Charlie, spoken]

Uh, sort of?

[Angel Dust, spoken]

Not really.

[Husk stifles a laugh; Alastor waves his hand dismissively]

[Alastor, spoken]

Well, I’m sure you two can hash out the details later!  For the sake of our Deal, you only need her to kiss you.  But she needs to be the one to initiate it!  No cheating!

If she does kiss you before the sun sets on the third day, you can keep the halo, permanently.

But!  If she doesn’t, then you turn back into a demon, and…

[Spoken, sinisterly with increased radio static]

You belong to me.

[Angel Dust makes an aborted movement as if to grab Charlie and run, but freezes; Sir Pentious raises a hand]

[Sir Pentious, spoken hesitantly]

Um, Princessssss-

[Niffty tackles Sir Pentious; Angel Dust startles at the movement; Husk comes and sits next to Angel Dust]

[Husk, spoken to Angel Dust]

Sorry, kid.  It’s up to your friend whether or not she falls for his bleeding heart bullshit.

[Alastor snaps his head 180 degrees to face Husk; his eyes briefly turn to radio dials as he flashes Husk a warning look; Alastor turns his attention back to Charlie, looking only his normal amount of creepy]

[Alastor, spoken]

So, do we have a Deal?

[Charlie, spoken]

If I become an angel…  If I stay up in Heaven…  I might never see my parents or my friends again.

[Alastor, spoken]

But you will have your lady love.  Haha, existence is full of tough decisions, isn’t it?  It looks like you’ve got one hell of a choice to make, sweetheart!  Ha!

Oh, and there is one more thing.

We have yet to discuss the subject of payment.  You can’t get something from nothing, you know.

[Charlie opens her mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by Alastor before she can get a word out]

I’m not asking much, just a token really, a trifle!

[Charlie, spoken]

You...  You want my soul?

[Alastor, spoken sinisterly with increased radio static]

Your Soul?

[Alastor, spoken normally]

Heavens, no.

What I want from you, my dear, is…

[Alastor hooks his microphone under Charlie’s chin]

[Spoken darkly with almost no radio static]

Your voice.

[Charlie, spoken confused]

My voice?

[Alastor, spoken]

Yes indeedy, sweetheart!

[Alastor counts out each point on his fingers]

No talking, no singing

[Alastor boops Charlie on the nose]

Not one single peep out of you during your Heavenly courtship.

[Charlie, spoken]

But without my voice, how can I-

[Alastor, sung]

You’ll have your looks.

[Alastor pinches Charlie’s cheeks]

That charming smile!

[Spoken]

And if all else fails…

[Alastor spins Charlie around, reminiscent of the way he did in the pilot during his ‘I want to watch the scum of the Earth struggle’ speech]

You could always try interpretive dance!

[Angel Dust, spoken]

Or you could write shit down.

[Alastor, spoken]

Well, that’s a lot less fun.  But sure!  Why not?

Just keep in mind…

[Sung]

The folks Upstairs don’t like a lot of blabber

They think a girl who gossips is a bore!

[Alastor starts gathering ingredients for the potion]

Yes, in Heaven it’s preferred for ladies not to say a word

And after all dear, what is idle prattle for?

[Alastor starts throwing bottles over his shoulder and into the cauldron]

Haha!  Angels aren’t all that impressed with conversation

[Alastor bends backwards so that his head is upside-down and facing Charlie; for a moment his deathmark is visible]

It passes right between their Holy ears

[Alastor puts himself in a more normal position and his deathmark disappears; he batts his eyes and poses, flicking his ear on the word ‘fawn’]

But they dote and swoon and fawn

[Alastor briefly turns away and rolls his eyes while Charlie can’t see]

On a lady who's withdrawn

[Alastor takes out what appears to be a human tongue and throws it into the cauldron]

It’s she who holds her tongue who perseveres.

Come on you poor unfortunate Soul

Go ahead!

Make your choice!

[Alastor conjures an illusion of Vaggie, staring lovingly at Charlie]

I'm a very busy demon and I haven't got all day

It won't cost much

[Alastor bursts through the illusion, smiling maniacally]

Just your voice!

You poor unfortunate Soul

It's sad but true

[Alastor wraps one arm around Charlie]

Nothing comes without a price, my dear

I’m sure you understand

[Alastor spins Charlie again, this time throwing her off balance and almost causing her to fall into the potion; she braces herself on the edges of the cauldron]

Take a gulp and take a breath

[Alastor offers his hand, which is glowing ominously green; his antlers are grown out]

And go ahead and take my hand

[Alastor watches Charlie’s reflection in the cauldron as she visibly steels herself to accept the Deal]

[Spoken as an aside]

Husker, Niffty, now I've got her, ha!

[Sung]

The boss is on a roll

[Charlie picks herself up, turns to Alastor, and shakes his hand]

This poor unfortunate Soul!

[jealousmartini]

3RD MHA DR INTRODUCTION

**this is more season 1-3 hanabi btw**

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Category is: Hanabi K. Banks

Age: 17 ½

Height: 5"6

Backstory: Hanabi doesn't have a dramatic life. She was born and raised in a nice area in London by a food loving family. Her mother owns a very well-known bakery, which she and her family live upstairs from, and the father is a 4.5 star chef who owns his restaurant. And even though food basically runs in their blood, her parents are very open-minded about what her future could turn out to be if it isn't something food based (although that doesn't mean they won't teach her how to cook). Ever since Hanabi manifested her quirk at the ripe age of 2 with her eyes closed, her parents were both aware of how her quirk's potential could easily steer her into the direction of training to become a hero.

Quirk: Holy restoration

Mutant type. Hanabi has a halo around her head as well as around the wrists of her hands, the ankles of her feet and one above her head at all times. She also had a small pair of head wings made of nothing but fluffy feathers.

Her main ability is healing herself or a person from physical and mental pain by pressing my hands over theirs together in a prayer "🙏🏾". This will form a halo over the persons head as a sign they are healing;

A couple others...

○ during this process, procedures in the oddly pretty appearance of glowing yellow outlines will start to take place over the injury like a needle and thread stitching up a wound for example but the procedures are harmless, maybe ticklish but harmless. Once most of the healing is done, a small glowing yellow outline of a bandage or a plaster will remain over the injury and will disappear once it is fully healed.

○ She can heaten up her body temperature using the halos healing energy. Anyone who is in contact with her will warm up too.

○ She can control how bright or dim the halo is (kinda lame but it's wtv)

○ She can reposition her head halo at any angle

《 BONUS! 》 She can also detach the hoops from her body to use in for combat! She can control them like frisbees or bomberangs, hitting people or things like targets.

Sibling quirk: Feather weight

Mutant type. Hanabi's head wings are made of nothing but light fluffy feathers that sometimes have a mind of their own. The weightlessness of the wings can be activated (triggered) to affect the entirety of her body, when her brain goes into fight or flight mode.

Way past your bedtime!: Is the name of Hanabi's podcast/live stream; it started as a small YouTube channel that she made with the soul purpose of using it as a safe place to rant her mind out, past the average sleepers bedtime (around after 9:30pm). She didn't really care for getting views, she just wanted to have a place to store her thoughts when she couldnt sleep or had a long day. Turns out her videos would appear on random people's algorithm over time and because they really liked the authenticity and rawness of her personality as well as the conversations she would have with her camera, her following would grow from 10 followers to 40, then 40 to 88, then 98 to 223 and then would grow up to 92K followers and counting. Her viewer ship would extend globally, reaching Japan and America the most

As months and years passed, Hanabi would start to refine her content. She'd start to vlog what the day in a life of a highschool teen is like, her videos would sometimes feature her close friends and family every now and then, she would include her three bunnies and the family dog as guests, she'd decorated her set up (her bedroom) more, she would also make delicious meals while yapping about broader subjects that her audience would like to see her talk about like a mukbang but without the ASMR; and her highest recommended topic this week, was what she thought about becoming a hero.

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quick note💌! : the hero education systems are set in colleges. Only students from ages 16 and up can get in to hero schools such as UA and etc. — 🍊💭

More art n stuff coming guys

@cocozydiaries @livingmydreamlife5555 @4ellieluv

[toffeechad]

A lazy ahh summary of every major Monday Dusk Monolith x Battle For Corrupted Island character ever

(This crossover's pretty much a BFB AU and a FNF AU at the same time)

MDM!Loser: An archangel whose wings are unsymmetrical as well as a pure, golden circular halo. He is worshipped as a savior by many.

MDM!Blocky: He's a survivor who was a former prankster. His goal is to search for his missing friends, MDM!Pen, MDM!Eraser and MDM!Snowball. He also has a scaly wing on his back.

MDM!Woody: He's a survivor full of incomprehensible anxiety. He doesn't use the wings on his legs for flying, though. He's afraid of heights.

MDM!Taco: Her Monolithan self appears to be far more different than how Woody interpreted her in one of his nightmares.

MDM!9-Ball: She's lost an eye because of the fact that a Monolithan impaled her in the left eyeball once.

MDM!Spongy: He's not only a pilot, he's also a heavy weapon specialist and a mechanic!

MDM!Flower: A Monolithan who was once a captured survivor who got infected by MDM!Four along with MDM!Taco and MDM!Firey. SHE BECAME THE THING SHE SWORE SHE FEARED.

MDM!Firey: He's a Monolithan who appears to be MDM!Firey Jr's missing big brother. He is also capable of transforming into his blue flame form whenever there's a harder situation for him to comprehend. One of his arms and legs is covered with obsidian.

MDM!CRT: hell yeah she's back from the dead

MDM!Camera: That's just Camera with a band-aid on the cracked part of their lens, I did not do much on their design.

MDM!Leafy: While she was infected, she was also merged with MDM!Evil Leafy, therefore making her more hostile.

MDM!Balloony: He's MDM!David's caretaker and restrainer. He also acts like a father figure to MDM!Rocky.

MDM!David: He's a victim who's capable of becoming 3x bigger than his usual Monolithan size while being outraged.

MDM!Bubble: She left MDM!Pencil because she had a serious conflict with her. As she's lost all of her sanity, she's already turned to a Monolithan who has 4 tails that are also tentacles. She ate a Yoyleberry to prevent herself from popping too easily.

MDM!Pencil: An alliance leader who regrets her life choices mainly because of causing MDM!Bubble's spiteful betrayal.

MDM!Match: She suggests MDM!Pencil to have a second chance to redeem herself so that she doesn't descend to madness.

MDM!Lollipop: She's an assassin who uses a gun. When she found out that MDM!Dora was drastically changed due to her mutations, she was horrified.

MDM!Ruby: She performs exorcism.... but not in a holy way like usual. She exorcises Monolithans by irritating them with Music, their major weakness. expect her to play two trucks on her radio lol

MDM!Teardrop: A survivor who has her infected features resembling that of a shark. She's an expert at sniping.

MDM!Gelatin: He's a survivor who's searching for MDM!Flower, a missing friend of his. No one really knows what do his infected features resemble, though.

MDM!Fanny: A Monolithan who resembles a Harpy, specifically related to a hawk. Since all her memories are gone, she forgot MDM!Pillow was a friend of hers.

MDM!Tree: A remnant survivor that can transform into a huge treant when he's truly at his breaking point. His treant form is also known as his overgrowth phase. He will revert back to regular size if he's calmed down. OH GOOD GRIEF, HE'S RIPPED-

MDM!Black Hole: Although he's powerful, he doesn't want to participate in the frequent wars that his allies have against the Monolithans.... because the reason is obvious.

MDM!Marker: The same self he's meant to be, but now with "More Anxiety"™ /j

MDM!Lightning: Although he's a saved victim, he actually left the "pact" he was once a part of. Therefore, he's also a loner.

MDM!Stapy: MDM!Foldy abandoned him after she found out he befriended MDM!Liy.

MDM!Firey Jr: A former friend of MDM!Bomby. After finding out the reason behind his big brother's disappearance, he was stricken by grief. He draws pictures of him along with his brother as a method to cope with that tragedy.

MDM!Pie: A survivor who claims that she's the best at preventing death. Her weapons are dual knives that can be attached on one another. She's also relied as a hunger source, but she prefers to have less of her insides eaten up or else she'd have a chance to explode.

MDM!Remote: A robot who also wants to be treated as a real person and not just a tool. Unlike her past self, she's way more matured than ever.

MDM!Liy: A survivor who's trying to cope with her murderous past. Whenever she's having a mental breakdown, MDM!Tree restrains her so that she calms down.

MDM!Golf Ball: A team leader who regrets her life choices after arguing with MDM!8-Ball right to the point she forgot MDM!Puffball was painfully transforming into a Monolithan. MDM!Gelatin thinks she had a divorce with MDM!Tennis Ball since he doesn't see them work together often. Ironically, both of them were in a platonic relationship until they broke up. They weren't in a romantic relationship.

MDM!Tennis Ball: He's an inventor who doesn't really work together with his partner that much anymore ever since MDM!Fries' disappearance. Since he's full of mood swings because of the apocalypse, he's not bubbly and clumsy anymore. He's hoping that MDM!Golf Ball would repent for her mistakes.

MDM!8-Ball: He's a survivor who lost his loved ones because of the apocalypse. He's lost his wife, MDM!Basketball because of her being brainwashed by MDM!Puffball's dreadful singing and his adoptive son, MDM!Grassy because of the infection. Those events caused his hatred of the Monolith to grow.

MDM!Pen: He's a remnant Monolithan who began boiling the chaos for the team he was once in. Sickened with MDM!Golf Ball's attitude, he left his team and proceeded to become a remnant out of spite.

MDM!Eraser: He's a remnant Monolithan who was the first to leave his team behind because of MDM!Pen capturing him, then infecting him afterward. Unlike MDM!Pen, he's slightly more naive than him.

MDM!TV: He's very trustworthy to MDM!Golf Ball and MDM!Tennis Ball, but he seems to toy around with his trust towards MDM!Bracelety, MDM!8-Ball and MDM!Roboty. Despite this, he doesn't like it when there's an argument going on in his team. He got his screen cracked because of MDM!Puffball's tantrum.

MDM!Bracelety: She's a survivor who idolizes MDM!Ice Cube. Even though MDM!Fries left the team, she also felt bad for him due to the fact he's been captured and infected even though he dislikes her.

MDM!Roboty: He's a robot who had enough with MDM!TV's "trust". Sickened with MDM!TV's presence, he's mainly happy whenever he's not here. He has a translator strapped on his chest so that he can provide messages, warnings, etc..

MDM!Puffball: She's a Monolithan who was the second to leave her team because of the infectious wound on her head being left untreated. As she fully transformed, she roared, she angrily bashed the hell out of her other team members and she dragged MDM!Fries away from his team members so that MDM!Pen can infect him in return. Other than roaring, she can even express her emotions by howling and growling too. She can't speak, however. If she sings her dreadful song, you might want to cover your ears since she's capable of brainwashing. She still knows how to change her size.

MDM!Fries: He's a remnant Monolithan who was the last to leave his team because of him getting infected via MDM!Pen's tail. He's already lost his hope of being saved by someone, then he accepts his fate. Saddened with MDM!Puffball losing all her memories via the infection, he decided to build up his trust with her Monolithan self to comprehend the trauma he had. Beware, his bite is venomous....

MDM!Dora: After she sacrificed some of her sanity to save MDM!Book's life while she was attacked by MDM!Pen, her appearance seems to have changed a lot. She wears a control mask to restrain herself so that she doesn't even go rampant. Whenever it's time for her daily island consumption, she takes off her control mask temporarily.

MDM!Book: She's a survivor who's good at being a mercenary for teamfights. Whenever there's no war going on, she's MDM!Dora's caretaker and restrainer. She's the one who gave MDM!Dora her own control mask.

MDM!Pillow: She's a delusional and insane scientist who actually did make a cure for her infected teammates, but not the rest of them. MDM!Dora got infected later unlike MDM!Nickel, MDM!Naily, MDM!Lightning Cherry, MDM!Bomby and MDM!Price Tag. MDM!Pillow is also partially a cat and has nine lives as well. There's not much recovery needed if she dies!

MDM!Cake: A guardian angel, whose wings are on his eyelashes and legs as well as having a feathered tail. He really admires MDM!Loser.

MDM!Nickel: He left from the place he once lived in because of the tragic losses of many of his friends that happened here. Overwraught with the losses of his friends, he then psychotically felt like deceiving MDM!Springy by pretending to trust him. After MDM!Springy gets mauled by MDM!Nickel's fallen allies, MDM!Springy dies by getting bitten in half by MDM!Floor, causing his heart to stop beating. Note that in this AU, III 18 and 19 didn't truly happen as this takes place in a far more gruesome future.

MDM!Price Tag: They're a survivor who resembles and tends to behave like a bug. Whenever they're scared, they scream like a cicada. They're secretly envious.

MDM!Bomby: He's a survivor who is best friends with MDM!Naily. He doesn't really like it when MDM!Pillow treats him like a test subject in some experiments.

MDM!Naily: She's a survivor who has her infected features mostly resembling that of a cat. She even has nine lives as well.

MDM!Water Bottle: They're a survivor who is known for being relied as a water supply for their team. They're a friend of MDM! Lightning Cherry.

MDM!Lightning Cherry: They're a survivor who tends to be really hyperactive and playful. They're also slowly developing a bond with MDM!Marker.

MDM!Profily: They're a survivor who's concerned about what's going on in Goiky. They're MDM!Nonexisty's caretaker.

MDM!Clock: He's a priest who doesn't only worship MDM!Loser, but also MDM!Winner at the same time. Despite this, MDM!Winner refuses to reunite with MDM!Loser.

MDM!Winner: They're a fallen angel whose wings are black along with a monochrome halo. They can gaze at their world's flashbacks.

MDM!Yellow Face: He's a victim who's being restrained by his friend, MDM!Clock. He can't only control the urges to resist injuring a teammate of his but also his sentient tail's urges to bite. He mainly dreams about glaggleland when be sleeps.

MDM!Ice Cube: She's a survivor who has ears resembling that of a hare, but her ears also have mouths too. She tends to trim MDM!Rocky's crystal-covered body using her ears' fangs whenever the crystals on him are too long.

MDM!Cloudy: He's a victim who has his infected features resembling that of moth. Unlike his past self, he has mood swings.

MDM!Bottle: She's a survivor who is apparently also a delusional psychopath to MDM!Liy and MDM!Pin. Because of the fact she also causes mayhem, MDM!Black Hole doesn't really like it when she's around.

MDM!Rocky: He's a survivor who suffers from crystals growing all over his body. There was one time he saw MDM!Firey from the distance, thinking that he finally found him... but MDM!Firey isn't really himself right now. He was then rescued by MDM!Tennis Ball, who was concerned about his safety.

MDM!Birthday Cake: They're as gleeful as their past self, BUT THEY DON'T WANT TO SPARE YOU IF YOU'RE A PARTY POOPER.

MDM!Nonexisty: the infection ruined his fricking eyes

MDM!Coiny: He's a survivor who has his infected features partially resembling that of a sheep. There was one time where he got scarred by MDM!Needle instead of getting slapped. His left hand is made of liquid gold that can change shape and its state of matter as a defense mechanism.

MDM!Pin: She's a survivor who specializes at being a strategist. The Monolithan apocalypse going on in Goiky seems to be making her feel traumatized right to the point it reminded her of a zombie apocalypse she was once involved in. She doesn't want to lose MDM!Coiny in an event like this ever again.

MDM!Donut: A team leader who's actually MDM!Gelatin's adoptive older brother. He has a soft spot on MDM!X because they sometimes confess about their struggles to him in the apocalypse that's going on right now.

MDM!Needle: She's a Monolithan who appears to be impaled in the chest. I swear to god, she's still aware that she doesn't like being called "Needy". If you do call her like that, she'll actually scratch you.

MDM!Barf Bag: She's a victim who suffers from dizziness and sanity loss due to the infection. Since she's mentally unstable, MDM!Donut looks after her.

MDM!Saw: A survivor who wears a gas mask most of the time. She's also really concerned about her friends' sanity.

MDM!Gaty: She's a survivor who has a lot of empathy for MDM!Two. Whenever MDM!Two experiences serious injuries, she comes to aid them. That's why MDM!Two has bandages on.

MDM!Rusty Coin: He's a survivor who has a fear of being neglected. He's not really the type of person you would want to ask a hint from, he's not really that good at providing solutions. He usually stays together with his friends.

MDM!Steamy: She's a survivor who often accompanies MDM!Rusty Coin and MDM!Clip. Although she's cheerful, she might act stubborn and never follow orders.

MDM!Clip: He's a survivor who accompanies MDM!Rusty Coin along with MDM!Steamy. MDM!Naily, who is also frequent at making puns, is in good terms with him.

MDM!Basketball: A survivor who was brainwashed while trying to make an escape. After finding out MDM!Grassy was infected, she slowly stood back, before running away. While she was chased by some other Monolithans, she saw MDM!Puffball right in front of her. As MDM!Puffball knew she had a communication headset on, she instead decides to do her alternative brainwashing method no one actually knew about that she can do only once in a week. She brainwashes her by gazing at MDM!Basketball with her hypnotic, colorful and epileptic eyes that shift colors rapidly. As MDM!Grassy grasped MDM!Basketball's robotic arms, she couldn't manage to cover her petrified eyes. MDM!Basketball's eyes were in pain, as she becomes blinded by the inability to control herself.

MDM!Snowball: He's a Monolithan who resembles that of a Yeti. He mainly lurks in cold areas. If he's threatened, he can protrude icicles on his body as if it's his armor to defend himself.

MDM!Grassy: He's a Monolithan who resembles that of a grasshopper. If his "butterfly" friend flies by, that's a sign he's gonna jump to you and rip you apart.

MDM!Eggy: She's a priest who worships MDM!Loser. She strongly believes in god and divine intervention. Whenever she needs help, she asks MDM!Cake.

MDM!Foldy: A Monolithan who resembles a Harpy, specifically related to a falcon. Unhappy with her enemy befriending her best friend, she leaves him behind only to return..... with nothing left of her sanity.

MDM!Robot Flower: A robot who assumes she's a real person. She convinces MDM!Gelatin she's perfectly fine as if she's MDM!Flower way before she was infected, but MDM!Gelatin was confused because he's actually looking for the real one. Before the apocalypse even happened, MDM!Basketball finally downloaded all the data of S4 Flower's personality inside her.

MDM!Bell: Way before she was turned into a Monolithan, She was MDM!Basketball's sworn enemy. MDM!Basketball's brainwashed self eventually captured MDM!Bell to bring her to MDM!Four so that they can agonizingly impale her and infect her. The hand inside her isn't a real hand. It's actually a replicated hand via a mutation from the Monolith.

MDM!Grandfather Clock: Not much information has been retrieved about them. The only thing we know is that they're a Monolithan who had their real eyes blinded.

MDM!Metronome: Not much info about them either. The only thing we know about them is that they're a Monolithan who is apparently a friend of MDM!Grandfather Clock and their tail wags like a real metronome.

MDM!Portable Music Player: he recently had throat surgery? yikes.

MDM!Two: They're the one who rounded up the survivors in Goiky ever since the apocalypse began. They convinced MDM!X to not wander off, but MDM!X didn't want to listen to them.

MDM!X: They're a brainwashed survivor who wants to see MDM!Four again after being isolated. Whenever they want to go see MDM!Four, MDM!Two catches them because they said that MDM!Four isn't themself right now.

MDM!One & MDM!Three: They're conjoined Monolithans that also go by the name "Thirteen" despite not being that since the addition method is involved if two algebraliens fuse. There are rare instances where both of them truly fuse to become a red and blue-colored number 4.

MDM!Four: They're the first Monolithan to show up in Goiky. Their posture is mostly strained, but they didn't realize their back snapped. Instead of their zappies coming out of their hand, their zappies come out from their throat.

MDM!Five: They're the first survivor to introduce MDM!BF & MDM!GF to Goiky at the time both of them arrived here. Their weapon is a bat. Concerned about the apocalyptic state of their world right now, MDM!Five once asked MDM!BF about what a Monolithan's weakness is, then MDM!BF responded with music as a solution. After hearing the answer, MDM!Five tells MDM!Ruby about it, eventually making MDM!Ruby feel like performing an exorcism to the Monolithans that lurk here.

MDM!Six: A survivor who appears to have spikes protruding out of their eye and cheek, as well as two wings on their arm and one wing on their back. They're a frenemy of MDM!Nine.

MDM!Seven: A survivor who really, really dislikes MDM!Fourteen's presence mainly because they ate MDM!Five's skin, MDM!Ten's skin and their own skin as well.

MDM!Eight: They're the pontiff in a church where MDM!Loser, MDM!Winner and MDM!Cake usually reside their presence. Unlike MDM!Ruby, their exorcism method is mainly using a crucifix to banish demons.

MDM!Nine: A survivor who lost their right hand due to MDM!Four's rampage. Since they lost their right hand, they now wear a prosthetic arm. They didn't want anyone else to know that they're also impaled, so they covered the top of their body with a cloak.

MDM!Ten: Comapred to the other Algebralien survivors, they're the one who's gone through the most gruesome pain. Their legs have a lot of scars, their right eye is numb, a part of their body has torn skin as well as their hands tremble due to the skin of their hands being ripped apart by MDM!Fourteen.

MDM!Announcer: He returned to Earth as he saw a huge shockwave caused by the Monolith from a distant view in space. Little did he know, he knew that MDM!Four along with everyone else here would be in shambles. He has a mechanical hand that can blast out pulses.

MDM!Purple Face: He's a church attendant who appears to have a pair of wings on his back and another pair of wings covering his eyes. MDM!Yellow Face is his archenemy. His design is inspired by one of the lies he told in Post-Split BFB.

MDM!Fourteen: A rogue, cannibalistic Monolithan who has an addiction of eating people's skin. Although they're feisty, it's easy to lure them since they're gullible. They were chained by MDM!Fifteen.

MDM!Fifteen: They're a rogue survivor who lives in a shack in the swamp unlike their canon self. Their weapon is a flamethrower. They can sometimes be seen swimming in swamp water. Their method of incapacitating MDM!Fourteen is by burning them alive or by chaining them.

[theqtinkblot]

Helluva Wonderland AU: Angel/Heavenborn

Finally, here’s the final bit of character info for this Au. After this, I’ll see if I’ll be taking requests of one shot or short fics, but I make no promises that I’ll get to all of them, what with college taking up my time. Anyways, this will focus on the angels of Heaven and who they were when they were alive or what their roles are in Heaven. Oh, for this Au, Yuu could be any choice you prefer in this Au.

Lastly, some warnings (18+): mentions of drugs, mentions of poison, demonic practices, mention of burning, radical religious beliefs, death, etc... You get it, onto the post!

Yuu (MC):

Yuu was born in the Kanto Region of Japan on March 6, 1999, raised in a bland-as-bread average family. Yuu lived a normal boring life, getting good grades, getting a pretty decent job, and the only thing that made them feel any sort of entertainment was reading fantasy books and listening to broadway musicals. They would eventually get struck by a truck on the way home and die on March 18, 2020 at the age of 21 years old.

They opened their eyes and saw the pearly gates of Heaven, being greeted by Saint Peter, welcoming them to their new afterlife. Their appearance changed and they found their normal human appearance now glows in light and pastel colors. They also found a halo above their head along with small pastel wings on their back that were in the same pastel hue as their body.

Yuu would then spend their afterlife in Heaven amongst the Winners. But as time goes on, they do notice that some of the angelic guards seem to leave through the pearly gates one day before coming back later that day. Unknowingly to them, this catches the eyes of fate, causing Yuu to be sent on a mission to redeem the sinners of Hell. Exciting, right?

Che’nya:

Che’nya, or Artemiy Artemiyevich Pinker, was born in London somewhere around the late 1920s, being close friends with Trey and Riddle. But as he got older, he got really into the rising hippie movement in the 60s, so he moved to the US and no one ever saw him again. It’s implied that he overdosed somewhere around that time, but nothing was confirmed.

When he awoke, he saw himself in front of the gates of Heaven, surprised by his new look, which is purrfect~(A/N: sorry, couldn’t resist.) He became a fluffy pastel purple furred cat with piercings on each of his ears, along with his eyes now being a bright yellow with slitted cat pupils. And of course, he has the standard Angel wings and halo to match with the standard pastel glow.

For a time, he spent his afterlife being the mischievous Cheshire Cat of Heaven, mainly pulling pranks just for the sake of seeing the Winners being frightened. He was happy to learn that Trey got into Heaven, but he wondered why he suddenly just disappeared one day. Well, at least he still get be his mischievous self in a somewhat boring paradise.

Neige LeBlanche:

Neige was born somewhere in the 1910s in Burbank, California to a theater family. No matter where he went, no matter show many theater or picture shows he performed in, everyone loved him for his beauty and innocence. Although he was considered the most beautiful star in Hollywood, this would ultimately led him to being one of Vil’s poisoned victims in the 1936 at the age of 22.

Once he arrived in Heaven, he was greeted by Saint Peter and Emily with open arms. Since he had inspired so many people in his life, they along with the other Angels decided that he’ll be Heaven Saint of inspiration. Along with the role, Neige was granted seven cherubs that’ll aid him, along with his new halo and wings to match his pastel blue glow.

So now, Neige spends his time inspiring all the Winners of Heaven the many good things their world can offer. Although he is a saint, in regards to Heaven hierarchy, he isn’t told about some of the knowledge the elders or the Seraphim about the human soul. But when he considered Adam’s behavior while in Heaven, he’s confused about what actually gets a soul into Heaven.

Dwarf Clan:

Dominic, Grum, Shelpie, Hop, Timmy, Snick, and Toby are the seven cherubs of virtue. Each representing one of the seven heavenly virtues to help inspire the Winners of Heaven to do good. As a bonus, they were given a much longer lifespan than any regular Heavenborn angels and access to the living to send genuine blessings. However, like all good things, with every virtue there is a vice. Although they each represent a virtue, they also struggle with their own internal sin, such as Grum representing patience, he still has a tendency to solve things with wrath. But they try to deal with these issues on there own without misleading the Winners.

Rollo Flamme:

Rollo was born in Paris, France on February 2, 1808, and was raised alongside his little brother in a very religious family. However, he would lose not only his home in a villagewide siege, but his brother to a cult that used him as a sacrifice to some draconic demon lord. Rollo was so devastated by the loss, he would seek sanctuary in a church and continue his studies until he dies in a fire on March 16, 1831.

When he awoke from his pain, he was frightened, seeing Sera and the elders standing before him. They then explain to Rollo that his family is among one of the first human angel hybrid bloodlines, or Nephilim, after the war between Heaven and Hell. Once they finished, Sera offered him the chance to help Heaven by passing judgment on souls who decide to commit sin.

Throughout the years, Rollo would become the official righteous judge in Heaven’s court alongside the Seraphim and archangels. However, due to his complete hatred for sinners and demons, his ruthlessness upon the wicked has brought fear towards everyone, even to Adam. No one dares to go against or confront him without risking them being banished to Hell or being executed by holy weapons.

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Ðęmøň Felix x Ąñġęł Reader

Synopsis: Angels and Demons don’t mixed so when an angel and Demon are soulmates it’s an first thing to keep secret

Existing between demons and Angels but commonly some prefered earth to seem normal again to be normal again well as normal as it can get, but also soulmates exist reason to know if you actually exist with the person.

in which case your happily an Angel, an Angel that adores earth and much rather preferred.

You smiled dreamily at earth as you sit in the clouds with your white wings.

“___ let’s go to the festival that Stray kids are performing at” your friend whines as she continues to shake you making you dizzy.

“On earth?” You asked never hearing the term “Stray kids” on earth before.

“Of course Ditzy” She answered rolling her eyes at the obvious. You cross your arms in a pout before forcing your wings in your back and your halo disappears.

You wore a button up overall shorts with a white tight crop top under.

As she wore a sundress with flowers making you raise your eyes at her. “What? It’s a festival, I got dress to impress just in case I meet my soulmate” She smiled smugly.

“I bet you, you’re gonna eat a bunch of Vanilla custard taiyaki” She said as we walked to the earth teleportation. “But the festival is tonight and I really hope one of the stray kids are my soulmate” She continued rambling on.

“What’s about these stray kids i’m hearing” You said back making her gasp in shock. “Jesus ___ we have a whole 7 hours to have this Marathon before we go to this festival” Your friend gasped dragging you to her earth apartment where they appeared in the alley way. As you groan before following her towards her apartment.

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“Felix! we got to go!” Hyunjin exclaimed hiding his horns as Felix did the same. “Where’s the others?” he asked back. “They’re at rehearsal dumbass, were you thinking about finding your soulmate? They probably haven’t died yet since you looked everywhere in hell”

“Maybe” Felix mumbles as they both head to where the festival was.

They still have hours till the festival, so they have to continue to rehearse and get ready till then but he felt like he’ll meet his soulmate here Demon or human it wouldn’t matter to him.

He was excited he’ll make this concert special just for you. He’ll work extra hard just for you.

As hours pass the concert was about to begin and Felix can just feel his soulmate near. He knew if she was at the festival then she must like his songs that he sings.

He was ecstatic to meet her. The whole group could tell every time his face brights up so randomly.

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“___ let’s go!!!” F/n said rushing you through the crowd excitedly as you continued to eat your taiyaki. “Why can’t we just walk?” You complained as you were still being dragged.

“Because I wanna see my future man” She said dreamily making you look at her worriedly, you only sought to see this as a phrase not an obsession or maybe a delusion.

“Do you have this feeling where you can feel your soulmate near?” You asked before biting into taiyaki.

“I-I don’t know but maybe i’ll soon get those feelings when I see them” she answered before leading her to they’re seats.

“Would you like more Taiyaki I wouldn’t mind getting you more but don’t eat to much else you’ll get a stomach ache okay?” Making you nod in agreement as F/N got up to get you more taiyaki.

The wind blew your hair as you stair off to space you never told her but you did have this feeling where you soulmate was here but it was just a feeling, right.

A lot of people mistake their soulmate where they are. So maybe this could be it.

“___ I’m backk, I hope you didn’t miss me that much” F/n said handing you the bag of Taiyaki. “I didn’t” You said shoving Taiyaki in your mouth making her gasp in disbelief before shoving you playfully.

“Hush it’s about to start” you said covering your mouth.

They were in the near front being Angels has its perks like having lots of money. but once those men step out that stage You felt incredibly dizzy and felt faint and so did Felix.

You can feel his emotions, Excitement, worry and love. It was overwhelming but you sense evilness within making you think he’s a demon.

He finally made eye contact with you as he sang in his deep voice making you blush uncontrollably until at once point you became very faint and passed out with Felix doing the same thing.

The crowd gasp in shocked and worry as F/n scream holding you in her arms trying to wake you before security rush to take you.

And the group rush to take Felix off stage before anything else can happened they needed to get you and Felix together before you decide to fade away from existence.

Humans didn’t know what was going on but if you were an Angel or an Demon then you would know these two were soulmates but they don’t know the full extent of the soulmate meeting not knowing that one is a demon the other is an Angel.

Your eyes slowly opened, you look around to see your in a dressing room but on stop of something.

Oh Someone!

“I’m so sorry” You apologized hopping off your supposed soulmate. “Y-You can’t be my soulmate, you’re a demon and I’m an Angel it just makes no sense” Your continued rambling as he watches you with a look you can’t tell.

“Your voice is very beautiful and you definitely look like an Angel” He said drooling a little bit making you blush. “I’m Felix” He introduced himself not giving a damn Angel or not, by what he was feeling he was already falling for her.

“I’m ___” You introduced still pacing before he grabbed your hand dragging you on him, making you settle on his lap. You can imagine this would be shocking, you thought he would immediately reject instead he’s like a lovesick puppy.

“Do you mind keeping this a secret?” You asked making his shake his head immediately. “I don’t mind as long as I get to stay with you” He stated making you blush.

Maybe this could work and be kept on the down low

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Hazbin Hotel Season One: "Welcome to Heaven"

Vaggie and Charlie had arrived in Heaven via a portal, thanks to Lucifer. Charlie gazed at the bright-pastel colored sky in amazement. The sky was filled with puffy clouds and the sky shone in blue, yellow, orange, and pink.

“Vaggie, look at this place! It’s sooo clean! Isn’t that amazing?”

Vaggie slouched and replied sarcastically, “Yup, super cool. Heaven. Wow.”

They walked down a golden path up to the large golden gates. Three golden glowing eyes were at the top of the gates, one large eye in the middle. Standing behind a raised golden square podium was a jovial angel with short blond hair in a curl to the side, blue eyes, white skin, a pink bowtie, long yellow robe sleeves and a light blue robe with a cross at the bottom. He had a halo and white wings. There was Saint Peter, the one who checked off the names of souls entering Heaven. He was also one of the twelve apostles of Jesus.

“Hiya!” Saint Peter greeted. “Welcome to Heaven! Can I get your name, please?” He opened up a large golden book.

“Oh! Uhm, uh, Charlie Morningstar!”

“Charlie Morningstar, hmm…” He mumbled names from a list, moving his finger down: Morraco, Morcillo Santos, Morzerty, Mormington, Morningbreakfast, Mornan Vaigh, Morney Lewis… “I’m not seeing you on my list here, that’s so odd.”

“Uh, uhm, my dad got me this meeting so maybe try Lucifer Morningstar?” Charlie asked.

“Oh f***!” Saint Peter gasped as he slammed the book shut. He laughed nervously. “Yeah, hoooo, hehe, yikes, am I right?” He flew down from the podium. “Are you sure you’re in the right place? Because I think you might be a little lost.”

“Oh, here we go,” Vaggie sighed.

“No…uh, we’re here for a meeting,” Charlie explained.

“Saint Peter,” called a voice from above. “We can take it from here.”

Saint Peter turned around and all three looked up.

Descending down toward them were none other than the Seraphim Sisters themselves. Sera was the taller of the two, flying regally on six white wings. She was in her Angelic form, her face dark and pointed like a bird. Her eyelashes extended upward in curves from her eyes and her tall five-pointed crown glowed white and teal, with a halo above it. The front rim of her crown was covered with glowing teal eyes. An extra third eye was on her forehead. Her long light gray dress was decorated with light blue eyes: eyes on the pointed light gray ends of her dress, more eyes near her dark gray waistline part of her dress, eyes on her wings and one on each of her shoulders. Her gray hair was long and feathery, going past her waist.

In contrast, her younger sister Emily flew next to her, much shorter but also in Angelic form. Her face was round and gray with a third eye over her blue ones. She had a smaller white crown on her head, the points shorter than her sister’s and a halo on top. A large light blue eye blinked on her chest and more dark blue eyes peered from the royal purple trim on the lower part of her dress. A few more eyes made up the blue diamonds on her dress. Her dress was more lavender toward the top. Her six white wings were all up surrounding her face.

In a flash of white light, the sisters changed into more humanoid forms. Sera’s face appeared to have dark brown skin like an African woman, with light gray dots under her light blue eyes. Her hair morphed into her long thick tube-shaped gray curls and her eyes on her dress disappeared, leaving faint diamonds. Emily’s skin also turned dark brown, her wings in more natural positions along her back and her eyes vanished from her dress as well. Her hair was now long, gray and feathery, going past her waist. She also had small gray dots near her eyes. Her chest showed a purple star where her eye was.

The Seraphim landed in front of them. Emily beamed an excited smile.

“Greetings, daughter of the Morningstar,” Sera said to Charlie. “I am Sera, the High Seraphim of Heaven. You are gifted to be here.”

Emily squealed happily, raised a hand and walked over. “Hi! I’m Emily, the other Seraphim, though you can call me Em! Emmy, E, whatever you want, I go by whatever.” She giggled like a child. “Welcome to Heaven!”

Saint Peter smiled and flew upwards as a church organ played. “Dearly beloved, it is my pleasure to say unto thee…”

The golden gates opened and Saint Peter sang: “Welcome to Heaven, oh, oh!”

Charlie was bedazzled at the sight of the gleaming city before her, while Vaggie was not pleased. A large building was decorated with a pointed golden eye at the front and the tower stretched upward with lilac and white designs on the windows; a column of white diamonds. The building frames were gold and halos glowed at the top spires of the buildings. Denizens happily flew over the city against the orange sunset-like sky. The citizens had wings and halos and had a variety of appearances like those in Hell. Some were bipedal animals, while others had wheels with eyes on them for faces.

The golden brick roads were so clean that they reflected the buildings and sky.

“…where the virtuous reside 24/7, oh, oh!”

Up on a balcony, two angels were taking a selfie: a dark gray bug-like angel with four wings from his face and wearing a navy blue suit with big sleeves…and a black female hound with a black and gold halo and a black dress with a white fur collar. A few human-like angels were sitting at round tables on a balcony decorated with orbs of light. Walking along the street was a purple jester angel, and a light orange angel with large ears and four red and white eyes on them. Two pink female angels with antennae and curly hair like sheep happily talked at a table.

“People are happy that they died, cause here we got no worries, got no burglaries, no strife…it’s the perfect afterlife!” Saint Peter did a happy flip in the air.

An angel with white hair like Vaggie drank tea with a white robed angel with a purple feathery face with two wings from their head and white eyes on a gold crown.

“Welcome to Heaven, oh, oh!”

Saint Peter stood in the center with a group of dancers on a gold structure shaped like an eye. He danced with a green bird wearing a magenta suit, an alligator wearing a pink suit and top hat, a female llama wearing a purple dress, and a bear wearing a striped blue and white suit and hat. Behind them were large screens showing a blue sky, white clouds and “HEAVEN!” in gold letters with a halo over the H. Yellow smiley faces with wings and halos floated in prayer positions on the other screens. More denizens danced on the golden street; a doll, a lion wearing a blue robe, a white bear, a shrimp with a top hat and robe with eye designs, a light blue canine, a sheep wearing pink, a thin white bird…

There was a sign that read “LIVIN’, LAUGHIN,’ LOVIN,’ HEVAH!” and “EVERYTHING IS AWESOME SAUCE!” Most noticeable down below was the dancing figure of Angel Dust’s sister Molly. Molly had white fur, red dots on her cheeks, a pink and red dress and four long legs with pink stripes and black high heels. She had a halo and wings and was happily having fun, oblivious of her twin brother in Hell.

Saint Peter happily dived down and high-fived the bear and the lion before swooping back up.

“Check out our sweet décor! The spirits leaven, oh!”

He swept black rocks off the gold street in front of Charlie and Vaggie.

“Please keep your brimstone off the floor…”

“We’ve got the best and the brightest, the politest of the lot!”

Saint Peter mentioned to a large advertisement sign that read “SCIENCE” in pink letters with a glassy gleam to them. A white bird wore yellow and had three small eyes along her furry neck. A black hound with yellow eyes, a black dress and white fur collar stood happily next to her. They both wore gloves, safety goggles and stood in a lab. The bird held a beaker with red liquid and the hound held a cylinder beaker with yellow liquid. Colorful pink, magenta and purple animal angels danced in front of the sign.

Saint Peter then mentioned to another advertisement billboard the read “POLITENESS” in white cursive against a blue background. It showed a one-eyed Ophanim with gray wings from his head with teal tips and a crossed gold crown of wheels with eyes on it. He wore a white robe and helped an elderly old lady angel across the street. A yellow owl angel with red and white eyes on his extended feathery ears did a pose in the corner. More angels danced in front of the sign, including a mouse.

Saint Peter swooped down and cheering denizens lifted him up and moved him along. Next to a giraffe, a woman with three red eyes and orange hair smiled as she lifted him up.

“…and everyone is hoooot!”

Saint Peter smiled as he lay in the arms of a muscular woman with short red hair, white skin, a spiky eye-brow, a red tank top and long purple tights. A muscular man wearing black underwear and a short black sleeve-less jacket lay down in a pose. Another man had lavender skin, shirtless, and had a black bowtie and brown pants. On the man’s arm sat a sexy woman model with long blond hair, blue eyes,   a short hot pink dress and long teal pants. There was a taller white-skinned man with red hair and a torn light orange shirt flexing his muscles. A woman with dark skin, long white/periwinkle hair, a pink heart in her hair and a black and purple dress posed with her hands on her hips. A grinning male orange fox also did a pose off to the side, wearing a sleeveless red jacket, fingerless gloves, black pants and pink high heel boots. Even Angel Dust’s sister Molly posed on the ground.

Emily beamed in excitement as she led Vaggie and Charlie around. “Gosh, I’m so pleased to show some outsiders around,” she sang. “After you see our realm, you’ll never wanna go back down!”

Vaggie fumed as Charlie and Emily held hands in front of her. Sera placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder.

“Of course, it is just temporary, I’m sorry you can’t stay…” Sera added in song.

Saint Peter and Emily flew into the air and happily sang in a duet. They held hands and flew near a tall glass building with a gold halo on top. Gold rays of sunlight beautified the orange sky even more. “Cause every single day in Heaven is a happy daaaaay! Welcome to Heaven!” Emily and Saint Peter smiled at each other and flipped down to the ground. Saint Peter, Emily, Molly, and the other good-looking angels posed on the stage in a grand finish. Saint Peter caught his breath out loud after the song ended.

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Meanwhile, Adam and Lute stood off to the side. Lute had her helmet off her face, revealing a white face, short sharp white hair, and intense yellow eyes. Adam was casually slurping a drink with a straw from a purple and white cup. Lute wore her short gray dress, arm bands, and combat boots. A black halo hovered above Lute’s head. Lute’s wings where white with black trim, with two black stripes in the center. Adam stood proud with a golden halo above his black face with yellow teeth, yellow eyes, and pointed curved horns with gold tips. He had his usual feathery robes of white, yellow, and gold, with diamond designs near the trim. An “A” design was on the front. He recalled playing his golden guitar, the bottom and top shaped like golden harps.

As Charlie and Vaggie raced past them, Adam and Lute scowled in surprise.

“Holy f***ing s*** balls, am I seeing who I think I’m seeing?” Adam began.

Lute scowled while looking at the back of Vaggie. “What is she doing here?! How did she even get up here?” She then thought, “I killed that filthy traitor years ago! She didn’t deserve her vagina name and she certainly didn’t deserve my Adam!”

Adam merely shrugged. “Who cares? I’m handling this s*** right now!”

He began to stomp forward, but Lute held him back. “Wait! You want to start a fight on the promenade in front of everyone?”

“Better than waiting for the f***ing extermination!”

“Shhh, sir!” Lute shushed him, grabbing his collar and looking around. “What was the Seraphim’s one rule?”

Adam sighed. “Uuugh! ‘No one but the Exorcists can know about the exterminations.’ I know, fine.” He slurped his drink and glared. “Don’t f***ing shush me, b****.”

“You should listen to your lieutenant, Adam,” said a voice. Sera appeared before them in a flash of light.

Adam was briefly startled. “F**k! Sera! You can’t sneak up on a guy like that, jeez.”

“And be mindful of your swearing. It is censored in Heaven, after all.”

“Your highness, forgive me,” Lute began, “But what are the hell spawn doing here?”

“Well, you failed to control the demons’ unrest and now Lucifer’s involved, setting up an audience for his misguided daughter,” Sera replied. She stared out the window, while computer screens glowed off to the side. “I never would’ve agreed to your yearly activities if I thought it would bring trouble to our doorstep. Keeping Heaven safe was my only reason for allowing it.” She turned back around.

“What do you want from me? I’m just one guy,” said Adam.

“I want you to do whatever you need to do to keep this problem from getting any worse.” She leaned in closer to his face with a narrowing of her eyes. “Are we clear?”

“Yeah, got it,” Adam replied with a sigh. Sera vanished in light.

Lute then mentioned for Adam to follow Emily, Charlie, and Vaggie. Emily stiffened as she heard hushed voices behind her mention something about the exterminations and the Exorcists. The only time she heard about that was from Sera talking to herself in private. She had wondered if that was a real event and why Sera never wanted to talk about it to her. She had claimed that evil demons were exterminated by each other and that brave angels went off to watch over Heaven to protect it. When she had asked why some souls go to Heaven and others are banished to Hell, Sera had said, “You’re not ready to know. Now go spread your joy.”

Charlie, Vaggie, and Emily did not see the Exorcists behind them and soon made it to the hotel room. Adam and Lute hid in the shadows against the wall, waiting for Vaggie to be alone. Lute wished she could kill Vaggie then and there, but Adam had other ideas. They watched the trio enter their hotel room, the golden door closing.

“Okay, I love Heaven!” Charlie exclaimed as she fell down onto a comfy bed with white sheets and a golden headboard. The wallpaper was blue and the designs were Egyptian style royal fans. There was a bedside table and a light on it. The luggage was in a pile off to the side near a golden leaf plant. The light fixtures were golden star designs and the top glowed with teal crystals on the walls. A glowing teal chandelier was hanging from the ceiling.

“Vaggie, did you see the ice cream shop? They had sprinkles made of rainbows!” Charlie squealed. Emily giggled.

“Those are just rainbow sprinkles,” Vaggie deadpanned.

Charlie stood up. “Emily’s going to take me to a zoo where all the animals are actually soft! You coming?”

The last thing Vaggie needed was to be noticed by anyone in her former home, not to mention having to listen to Charlie and her new friend talk about their lofty dreams. Charlie was her girlfriend and all she wanted was to be back safe in Hell.

“Uh, I need a break.” She sat down. “But hug a koala for me.”

“O.M.G. Can you imagine an actual koala?” beamed Charlie, her eyes wide with joy. “Ahh! See you later!”  Emily waved happily. Charlie slammed the golden door and headed off with Emily. Vaggie sighed and collapsed onto the bed.

Adam and Lute grinned as they watched Charlie and Emily go. Adam’s yellow smile glowed menacingly as he and Lute crept closer to the unlocked door.

Vaggie heard a knock on the door. Vaggie sighed and stood up. She barely made it to the door when Adam shoved it open.

“Hey there, Vag-asaurus!” Adam smirked.

“Charlie will be back soon,” Vaggie glared. “You need to get out, now.”

“I’m not looking for the blonde babe, I’m looking for you.” Adam raised an eyebrow.

“Why?”

Adam swaggered into the room, followed by Lute. “Maybe ‘cuz you left the band, you tried for a solo career, or I guess it’s more of a…duet!”

Vaggie folded her arms. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Do you really think I wouldn’t recognize one of my top girls just cuz you’re out of uniform? You were on the front lines. I wouldn’t forget a bad b**** like you. It’s why I named you after the best thing ever. Vaj-ee!”

“Actually it’s pronounced Vag-ee.”

“Mmmm, no!” Adam denied.

“You should’ve called me P*ssy, at least,” Lute muttered. “At least I didn’t betray the flock.”

“I did what I had to do,” Vaggie seethed. “He was just a kid.”

“Anyway, you sure f***ed up, didn’t you?” Adam smirked. “Removing your mask and letting a demon go. Such weakness, such incompetence.”

Vaggie could remember flying in Hell through the Exorcist-filled red sky, stabbing a green female demon with long brown-red hair, boots, and torn clothing through her back. Her LED mask had an X over the left eye and a frown on the face. She wore her short gray dress, long white gloves, black leggings, and high white metal combat boots. She had a black halo and white wings with a black stripe on them. She removed her mask, revealing her face with short white hair, an angry snarl, and both light orange eyes. She flew with a spear in hand and spied a crying boy child from the Cannibal Town. He had short red hair, a pink bowtie, a red shirt, red hat, and striped pants. She had him backed against the wall, her winged shadow towering over him, an x on the shadow’s left eye. She then paused, her face falling, hands lowering her spear. She would never harm a child…even a demon one. It would be against everything that Heaven stood for.

“Go, Run! Now!” Vaggie hissed at the boy, who ran off.

No sooner had Vaggie turned around when Lute slashed her across the face with her blade. Vaggie’s scream echoed across the city as her eye spilled out from her socket. Lute stabbed the fallen eye and golden blood flowed down Vaggie’s face. Lute added insult to injury by placing a foot hard on the back of her neck. “If your right eye causes you to sin, pluck it out…” Lute recited. “Adam may have seen you as the perfect vagina girl, but I know that he doesn’t deserve a fucking weak-willed whore like you.”

Lute then proceeded to rip off Vaggie’s white and black wings, causing her to scream in more pain. She collapsed to the ground in agony, golden blood flowing down her face.

“Sinful filth like you has no place in Heaven,” Lute finished. Adam then confiscated Vaggie’s black halo and the two Exorcists walked away, leaving Vaggie to die.

Vaggie stumbled through the alleyway before collapsing against the wall. Where her left eye had been was a gaping black hole. She now only had a white shirt on with two black Xs on it…any traces of her uniform or Exorcist features were gone…discarded into a nearby trash can. She left behind a trail of golden blood.

Charlie bent down and extended her hand, thinking Vaggie was a lost Sinner. Charlie wore her suit from the Pilot. She knelt down to Vaggie’s level and wrapped a bandage over Vaggie’s eye. Vaggie smiled weakly as Charlie carried her back to the hotel. Vaggie’s body got used to the Hell environment and gradually adapted more demonic features. Vaggie then swore to protect Charlie and make her dreams come true. An ex demon hunter and a demon royal had fallen in love…and nothing was going to change that.

“To think someone as worthless as you landed Lilith’s little hottie. ‘Grats on that, I guess,” Adam mocked.

“Their love is vile and blasphemous,” Lute seethed, marching forward.

“Like you’re master/sex slave relationship with Adam is any better,” Vaggie retorted.

“Their love is hot as f**k, though,” Adam added. “But I wonder what your b**** would think if she found out you were actually one of us? Hmmm?” He leaned his face in.

“What do you want?” Vaggie asked. “Want me to join you again?”

“F*** no,” Adam scoffed. “Way too late for that. But at the hearing, you’re gonna help me shut this kindergarten snowflake bulls**t down for good. Say that her hotel plan is a joke, and I’ll spare you.”

“Never!”

Adam shrugged. “Oh yeah, you know, that’s totally cool. I guess I’ll just tell little Miss butterflies and rainbows that she’s been…” He leaned in close to her face with an evil grin,  “…f***ing someone who’s killed thousands of her people. I’m sure your relationship will be fine. See you in court!”

Adam laughed menacingly as he and Lute strolled out of the room and slammed the door, leaving Vaggie shaken.

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Charlie did actually get to hug a koala, an angel one with small white wings and a few eyes on its fur. In fact, all of the zoo animals had wings, little halos, extra eyes and were very friendly. Giraffes, elephants, lions, doves, bears, and any kind of animal you could think of, were joyfully inside their habitats, being able to freely fly around. Charlie hugged her koala, while Emily fed a baby panda. They also enjoyed snacks of golden cotton candy, meatless burgers, sparkling golden drinks and deluxe chocolate. They explored shopping malls, restaurants, theaters, and several parks.

“This really is a wonderful place,” Charlie awed, as she and Emily walked back toward the hotel. “Thank you for showing me around.”

“No problem,” said Emily. “It’s not very often we get visitors from…your home. But I’m honored to meet the princess of Hell!”

“And I never thought Heaven had a princess.”

“Well actually two. Sera is the higher one. She does all the royal duties and I’m here to spread joy to those in Heaven.”

“Well you certainly do a great job,” Charlie said with a smile. “My world could use your kind of cheer.”

“Don’t you spread cheer of your own down there?”

Charlie and Emily kept walking.

“Well, yes, but not many people appreciate my ideas. Nor my dad’s.”

Emily sighed. “From what Sera told me, she and the elders didn’t like Lucifer’s ideas for creation, either. He tried to give free will to humanity, but instead fell to Hell.”

Charlie glanced off to the side, parting her hair. “My dad said that Heaven has a lot of rules and that going to Heaven would be a bad idea. But yet, he was willing to help me in the end. I guess…he wanted me to try and achieve my dream…because he could not. But sometimes I think he doesn’t always listen. And don’t get me started on my mom. She’s been missing for years. She cares about her kingdom…but perhaps she doesn’t agree with dad’s ideas about humans. I…I still don’t know why she left.”

“I feel you. It seems like Sera and the council never listen to what I have to say. I’ve been giving the people of Heaven hope and happiness, but when I talk about reuniting souls from Hell into Heaven, Sera tells me that it’s impossible. She says that she knows how souls are judged and that it’s not my place to know.” Emily folded her arms. “She treats me like a child half the time!”

“Being royalty sure isn’t easy,” Charlie added. “But with all the madness going on in Hell, I feel like I have to do something.”

Emily paused. “What? What kind of madness?”

“My people killing each other and getting killed by these horrible angel beings every year. And my dad allows it.”

“The…exterminations?” Emily asked, wide eyed.

“Yeah,” Charlie somberly answered.

“You mean…that the event that I’ve heard my sister talk about behind closed doors…that it’s actually 100% real?”

“Yes. Wait…no one else knows?”

“Only Sera and the Exorcists know about what goes on each year. Sera always said to me that some angels go off on special missions to protect Heaven from invaders. She never told me who exactly the invaders were. But I think they’re…demons?”

Charlie glanced around. “The demons are not invaders. And it’s not just Hellborn demons…Sinners get killed down there, too.”

Emily gasped. “H-human souls? No, no, that’s impossible! T-that’s just a myth from Sera. Ex-human and Heavenborn souls from here killing demons and Sinners?! Led by the first man?!” Tears welled in her eyes.

Charlie lowered her head. “It’s true, though. So…you’re certain that no one else in Heaven knows?”

Emily shook her head sadly. “If they knew that their ex-human family members were killed by our own kind…or their own ex-human kind…”

“…that could start a war,” Charlie growled, eyes briefly flaring red.

“Maybe that’s why Sera stays so silent all the time,” Emily pondered.

There was a brief silence as they made it back to the hotel.

“So…what can we do?” Emily asked.

“Well, I’ve come here because I’m running a hotel to try and rehabilitate Sinners. If I can show Heaven that my people can be redeemed, then maybe they’ll let them into Heaven.”

Emily beamed. “And I could spread more joy and celebrate the souls getting back to their families! What a brilliant idea!” Then her face fell. “But…have you saved anyone yet?”

Charlie sighed. “Not yet. But I’m really close. My two residents, Angel Dust and Sir Pentious have started doing nicer things for their friends. They haven’t left, so I think there’s still hope for them.”

Emily shuddered. “Good luck getting Sera to listen…she’s the head of the whole council.”

“I’ll think of something,” Charlie said. She held out note cards of drawings and dictionary definitions. “I hope…”

 They arrived back to the room and opened the door. Vaggie was visibly shaken up.

“Vaggie? Are you alright?” Charlie asked.

“I-I’m fine,” she muttered, eyes downcast. “Come on, we’d better head to the courtroom.”

Charlie and Emily looked at each other in concern before following Vaggie. 

0 0 0

The heavenly courtroom was vast and tall, the walls were lavender and the ceiling was round and gold with a center circle for light to shine through. On raised podiums were various angels with different appearances. On the lowest podium off to the side were a row of seven bird-like angels (perhaps the Shem Hamephorash), many with black antennae on their heads. The row above them had seven angels…some were blue and purple bird-like beings like Hell’s Ars Goetia and several were Ophanim: angels with flaming gold wheels within wheels dotted with eyes for their faces. One was just an eye with six blue tentacles from its top with eyes on them. At the very top podium stood Sera and Emily. Adam and Lute got their own podium: the trim was gold and an eye design was at the bottom. The light fixtures in the wall were in a slanted white diamond shape with gold trim that looked like wings. A gold structure of a smiling Sera holding a weapon and grinning with slanted teal eyes stood against the wall behind Charlie and Vaggie. Charlie and Vaggie sat in blue chairs with three rectangular shapes behind them with their small table in front of them.

Charlie put her head in her hands and groaned out loud. “Oh no, not him again!”

“What up baby?” Adam sang with a pose and flew up next to Lute on the raised podium. “Saw that you went to my manager. Low blow, Karen.”

Sera began the proceeding. “We are gathered here today to determine whether or not a soul in Hell can be redeemed into the heavenly realm via means of this ‘Hazbin Hotel.’  She closed her eyes and nodded. “Princess Morningstar?”

Charlie sighed.  “Thank you, Seraphim.” She stood up and cleared her throat. “Webster’s dictionary defines redemption as…”

 “Objection!” Adam interrupted. “Lame and unoriginal.”

Sera glared. “Sustained.” She mentioned to Charlie. “No further dictionary references, please.”

Charlie smiled nervously. “Right. Okay, uh, uh…ummm…” She flipped through her cards that had drawings and definitions of various words like “Redemption,” “Salvation,” “Forgiveness,” and “Love.”

Adam crossed his arms. “If you have actual evidence, then show it already.”

Charlie began. “We have a patron right now who is making incredible progress!”

“Who?” Adam asked.

“Angel Dust.”

Adam spoke sarcastically. “Oh yeah, the porn demon. He’s totally worth being redeemed.” He blew a raspberry with his yellow tongue.

Charlie posed with her hands on her hips. “Well, if you know so much, what do you think it takes to get into Heaven?” She pointed a finger at Adam.

Adam stuttered nervously, touching two of his black fingers together several times. “Uh, well, uh…” The council members looked at each other.

“Is everything okay, Adam?” Sera asked.

Adam yelled, “Give me a f***ing minute, okay?” He muttered as he scribbled on a golden piece of paper with a gold feather pen. Adam then smiled and sent the piece of paper to Vaggie with his hand, where it materialized in front of her. 

Vaggie held the paper and read. “‘Act selfless, don’t steal, stick it to the man.’ Are you f***ing serious?”

Adam waved his hand. “Uh, yeah. Sure got me here, didn’t it?” He laughed nervously. “Right, Sera?”

“He was the first human soul in Heaven,” Sera stated.

“Well, I bet Angel is doing all of those things right now!” Charlie declared proudly.

Adam bared his fangs. “Then let’s f***ing see it, brah!” He snapped his fingers and a glowing white orb appeared, swirling and appearing in the center of the room.

Charlie walked around the orb and looked at Sera. “Your Honor, may I present, Exhibit A.”

The orb morphed to show Angel Dust, Husk, Cherri Bomb, Niffty, and Sir Pentious at a nightclub.

“Heavenly people,” Adam scoffed as the orb showed Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb taking shots of alcohol. “What more do you need to see? The porn star chose a night of debauchery. That’s not a soul worthy of being in Heaven! And look here…”

The orb showed Angel Dust acting in his porn videos and then showed Angel Dust firing his guns at a rival gang. Many council members muttered in disapproval.

“Um, objection!” Charlie called. “Are you really telling me that you’ve never had a drink with friends after a hard day?”

Adam raised an eyebrow. “Uh, we don’t have hard days? It’s f***ing Heaven, b****. Are you seriously gonna sit there and pretend like getting drunk, killing people, and doing porn is okay?”

“What do you think?” Adam smirked at Vaggie.

“First of all, I think you should shut your mouth,” Vaggie remarked, which earned her a glare from Lute. “And second of all, I still think there’s a chance that Angel Dust can be redeemed. He just needs more time to prove himself. Like Charlie said, he’s making progress.”

Charlie added, (thankful that Vaggie stayed and didn’t run away) “Angel will make good decisions, come on! We have to keep watching. Please?”

Sera sighed dishearteningly. “Yeah, I don’t know.”

Emily pleaded to her sister. “Come on, let’s give him a chance.”

Sera conceded. “Very well. The court will allow it.”

 “F**k yes!” Charlie cheered. The higher ups gave her looks. Charlie smiled in apology. “I mean…heh…thank you.”

The orb showed more scenes from Angel Dust’s life, including him bonding with Husk during their “Loser Baby” song.

“Angel Dust is talking to a friend and starting to create some bonds,” Charlie explained. “He even has a pet pig, Fat Nuggets, he’s just the cutest little thing…”

“Yeah, no one cares,” Adam said.

“Oh and look at this…” Charlie said. The orb shifted back to the nightclub scenes. Angel Dust was shown holding a crying drunk Niffty after stopping her from stealing bleach and drinks. The council members nodded in approval after watching Angel Dust stand up for his friends, facing his boss Valentino.

Charlie then proceeded to show scenes of Sir Pentious, before and after his arrival to the Hazbin Hotel.

“Sir Pentious is my newer resident. He may have been menacing in the past, but now, he’s getting to be very sweet. Deep down, he just wants admiration from those he looks up to. And did I mention he has his Egg Boi minions? Very interesting fellows.”

The council members shrugged, weirded out by the eggs but still considering Sir Pentious after he had apologized to Charlie in song.

“See!” Charlie said, recalling Angel Dust. “He did everything on your checklist! He was selfless, he stopped Niffty from stealing, and he stuck it to that moth man!” Charlie waved her arm with a fisted hand.

Adam briefly stuttered, then barked. “Then, then why isn’t he and that other guy here, then? Hmm?”

Emily looked concerned as well. She turned to Sera: “Yeah, why isn’t he here?” Sera looked away.

Charlie’s eyes widened. “Wait. None of you know what gets someone into Heaven either?”

Sera narrowed her eyes. “This questioning stops now. We know when a soul arrives. We know when they pass divine judgment. It is our job to ensure these souls are safe.”

“But she was right, Sera!” Emily sang. She held up Adam’s piece of paper to Sera, with his three quotes crossed out in red. Adam had drawn his face and some money signs on the paper.

“She showed us a soul can improve!

“He saw the light, Sera!”

Emily flew up next to the orb, which showed Angel Dust defending Niffty, trying to break free from Valentino’s pink chain of magic.

“He did everything he could.

Checked all the boxes like you said he would.

Proved a person deserves a second chance…”

She flew down to face the council members.

“Now we turn our backs with no second glance?”

Sera sang to her sister.

“It’s not as simple as you think,

Not everything is spelled in ink.”

 She held Emily’s hands in hers.

“There is much you don’t understand

For I, too, am under someone’s command.”

Charlie joined in as well, singing.

“It’s not fair, Sera!”

Vaggie placed a hand on Charlie’s shoulder.

“Careful Charlie, keep a cool head…”

Charlie shoved Vaggie off and marched forward.

“No! Don’t you care, Sera?”

“That just because someone is dead

It doesn’t mean they can’t resolve to change their ways

Turn the page and see their days,

Escape infernal blaze!”

Charlie walked around the flaming orb, waving her hand over it and it changed to scenes of a smiling Angel Dust, Angel Dust and Cherri Bomb drinking from their shot glasses, Angel Dust tenderly holding Niffty in his arms, Angel Dust and Husk firing their guns…

…and then to Charlie’s favorite image, a book page showing Niffty, Angel Dust, Husk, and Sir Pentious smiling together.

Sera shook her head.

“I’m sure you wish it could be so

But there’s a lot that you don’t know…”

Lute scoffed in annoyance as she saw the orb show Angel Dust wearing his pink robe, blood dripping from his mouth.

“What are we even talking about?

Some crack-wh**re who f***ed up, no doubt

Killing people and strip-dancing for clout

He blew his shot like the c**ks in his mouth!

He should be double dead, already!

This discussion is senseless and petty!”

Adam flipped the bird and Lute put her LED mask back on.

Adam and Lute then flew together and sang their duet in Charlie’s face.

“There’s no question, he ain’t ready!

“There’s nothing left to disclose

No question to be posed

He’s unholy, case closed!

Did you forget that Hell is forever?!”

They flew and stood on top of the orb, which now showed glowing hellish flames and shadows of screaming demons. Adam belted out:

“A man only lives once

We’ll see you in one month!”

He lowered himself to the ground, grinning evilly at Charlie. Charlie’s horns pointed out from her hair and her eyes glowed red in anger, her blonde hair waving frantically. Adam bragged some more.

“Gotta say I can wait to

Come down and exterminate you!”

“Adam!” warned Sera.

Emily and Lute both called to Adam,

“Wait!”

“S***!” Adam swore, realizing his mistake too late.

“What are you saying?” sang a concerned Emily, who lowered herself.

“Let me get this straight

You go down there and kill those poor souls

So you don’t just try to protect our world?

You think it’s fine

To step out of line?”

Charlie looked sadly at Emily.

“I told you, Emily. It’s been going on so long…”

Emily gasped.

“You were right all along!”

Emily then turned to face her sister.

“I thought the killings were just stories

You told me of our warriors’ glories

But what you claimed was only half-true

You never spoke specifically of Sinner souls, too!”

“And we all didn’t have a clue!” the council chorused.

Sera flew down toward Emily.

“I only did so to protect this world and you!”

Emily had tears in her eyes and an angry look on her face.

“I looked up to you! I can’t believe you knew!”

Sera sighed.

“I thought since I’m older

It’s my load to shoulder…”

“No!” Emily shouted, before Sera continued.

“You have to listen

It was such a hard decision

I helped create Earth

I watched your birth

I saw humanity rise and fall

And when Lucifer lost it all

I wanted to save you

The anguish it takes to

Do what was required.”

Sera smiled with a strained look as the flames glowed in her eyes.

Emily flew up, backing away from Sera.

“And you who I admired!”

Sera gave her a disapproving look.

“I don’t need your condescension…”

“…and demons don’t need more pension!” Emily vocalized.

Emily put her hands on her hips, flapping her six white wings furiously. Her crown had a new purple eye in the center and another eye appeared on her chest.

“You do not get

I’m not a child to protect

Was talk of virtue just pretension?

Was I too naïve to expect you

To heed the morals you’re purveying?”

Charlie turned to Emily as she flew down to join her.

“That’s what the f**k I’ve been saying…”

Adam and Lute yelled at the women.

“Don’t forget Hell is forever!”

Charlie and Emily jumped up onto the orb and sang side by side in defiance together, facing Sera, Adam, and Lute.

“If Hell is forever, then Heaven must be a lie!”

“Emily!”Sera cried, fear in her eyes.

Emily and Charlie continued.

“If angels can do whatever and remain in the sky…

The rules are shades of gray, when you don’t do as you say…

When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again!”

The orb then showed Lute’s menacing grin as she slashed her bloodstained curved sword against a background of flames. Charlie and Emily jumped off the orb.

Charlie then sang in a somber voice.

“I was told not to trust in angels...”

“By her?” Adam laughed, mentioning to Vaggie with his outstretched arms.

Lute joined in, standing next to Vaggie, hands on her hips.

“Ha! She should know.”

Fear laced Vaggie’s face.

“We should go.”

“No!” Charlie countered, holding Vaggie’s hands. “Don’t you see, we’ve come so close!”

“Look at them fighting. They’re confused the most.”

Adam scowled at the women.

“You think that only Lute and I conspire?

Did you ever think your little girlfriend might be a liar?”

He grinned and waved his fingers.

“Don’t Adam, please!”Vaggie begged.

Adam smirked, turning his head to Vaggie. “What’s the fuss? You were one of us!”

He pulled Vaggie hard by the arm toward the orb and cupped her chin. He made Vaggie face Charlie and smiled, Lute grinning next to Vaggie. Adam and Lute finished:

“There’s no need for strife. Why hide the fact that you were an angel in your past lifeeee?!”

Charlie froze in shock and horror at what she saw next. The orb showed an Exorcist killing a bunch of demons…taking off her mask…and sure enough, there was the face of Vaggie’s past self: short white hair, both eyes intact. Vaggie’s shadow morphed into a towering angel with outstretched wings and a halo, covering Charlie standing frightened against the golden Sera statue.

Sera held up a hand. She sighed and took a deep breath. Sadness flashed in her eyes.

Sera gasped softly as a horrific vision flashed before her eyes: Sera watching Lilith run from the garden, Lucifer and Lilith falling to Hell, Adam being promoted to his Exorcist status…

Worst of all was the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil…Eve eating a glowing red apple, her eyes rolling over and her gasping for breath. Lucifer and Lilith watching in surprise as black tendrils branched off from inside the tree…entering into Eve’s mouth. The Earth being split as Sera and the angel elders watched the black tendrils snake across the Earth’s surface, spreading shadows and darkness. Red eyes appearing everywhere and a dark being morphing into a familiar pentagram planet.

Sera caught a glimpse of Eve’s face, hair obscuring her eyes. Then, her hair parted, revealing unnaturally large orange-red eyes, sharp teeth, and more black tendrils coming out of the eye sockets and mouth. The creature grinned and put a finger to her lips.

Just as quickly, it was gone. Sera shook as eyes appeared on her hair, dress, and teal blue ones on her crown. She breathed again and the eyes disappeared. She moved her hands over her eyes for a moment, letting out a soft choked gasp.

“I’m sorry…but this court finds that there is no evidence that souls in Heaven can be redeemed.”

Charlie and Vaggie gasped in disbelief.

Adam posed and did rocker hand gestures. “Oh f**k yes! I win!” He pointed at Charlie and Vaggie. “Suck it b*****s!” He flipped the bird with both fingers. Charlie and Vaggie backed up in fear as Adam advanced. “You better save the date, c***s! ‘Cuz we’re coming to your hotel…FIRST.”

Lute winked through her mask and Adam showed a demonic smile of yellow teeth before he snapped his fingers.

A glowing swirling golden portal appeared behind Charlie and Vaggie, sucking them back to Hell.

“You mother fu…” Vaggie began, as Charlie yelled a desperate, “What? No!” The women screamed as they vanished through the portal. The portal soon vanished and Adam waved.

Emily cried, “Charlie! Don’t give up on this! I’ll figure something out! I promise!”

Sera was not pleased. “That was uncalled for, Adam!”

Adam merely swaggered and laughed. “Yeah, but did you see the looks on their f***ing faces?! It was d-d…”  He paused in embarrassment at the council giving him looks. “Ahem, sorry.”

Adam, Lute, and the council then flew off, leaving the Seraphim sisters alone up top.

Emily turned away from Sera, tears in her eyes. “Extermination…of human souls?!” She turned around. “Demon or not, there is no reason to be doing this!”

More eyes appeared on Sera’s hair, dress, and crown before blinking away. “They were uprising, Emily. It is my position as the Head Seraphim to protect our people at all costs.” She held Emily’s hands in hers. “And it’s your position to keep them happy and joyful.”

Emily pulled away. “How can I bring joy when I now know we are bringing misery to thousands of innocent people?”

Sera explained. “Heaven needs us, Emily. Everyone looks to us. And we can’t doubt ourselves or worry about the fates of demons when we have our own souls to protect.”

Sera then looked at Emily in the eyes, hiding a deep fear. “Please…if you start to question, you could end up like Lucifer: FALLEN. I couldn’t bear to see you suffer that fate. So please, let me worry about this, okay?”

Sera lightly kissed Emily on the head, cupping her cheeks before sadly muttering, “I’m sorry.”

Sera left. Emily glanced down at Adam’s gold piece of paper and put her hand on it. She hoped that Charlie and her friends could help figure things out.

A glowing golden light appeared in a heavenly office where Sera and Emily sat at a table. A heavenly choir sound resonated as a figure rose from the ground in golden light before the light vanished.

Sir Pentious stood up and frantically looked around. He looked the same, except his outfit was white with a white hat and more eyes on his clothing. He also had a halo over his head. He had six pink eyes on the ends of his golden hair, his goggles were golden hearts, a heart on his black bowtie and a large eye on his white top hat. His suit was now white and gold stripes.

“Uh, huh? Where am I?!” Sir Pentious called. Then he froze awkwardly and smiled nervously. “Oh, hello,” He did a small wave. Sera’s face was a look of shock and dread, while Emily squeaked with delight.

[kayssweetdreams]

Sneak Peek of Prank Thy Neighbor

...To say that Barnaby couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty was an understatement. He should have just fessed up. What kind of good neighbor held their tongue when it came to the truth? "M-Maybe it won't be that bad?... After all, it was just a simple prank. They'll get over it eventually..." he said to himself.

"Now Barnaby! Shame on you!" came Julie's voice...but Julie was no where to be found. A small Julie in a white dress, white fluffy wings and with a halo over her head appeared on Barnaby's shoulder. "You're gonna just let everyone go prank each other! You should have just said it was your prank." She scolded. Barnaby looked down "Yeah, I know. But C'mon, you gotta admit it was a little funny." He said to the little angel. "Then why deny it?" Came Wally's voice on his other shoulder. This one having a red outfit, and a small hood with a pair of devil horns, as well as pair of wings

"It's just a prank. It'll blow over soon. Everyone in Home just needs to loosen up. ESPECIALLY Mr Grumpy-Bow Tie." The Wally devil said. "But Barnaby, You know that this is wrong. Just go and tell the truth, and-" the Julie angel was cut off by the Devil Wally sticking an apple into her mouth "Shush you. Just relax Barn...It's gonna blow over faster than you can say 'Welcome Home'.. Everything is gonna be fine." He said. Barnaby looked down. Maybe Wally devil was right....and it would all blow over soon.

However, his thoughts were broken when he heard Julie screaming, and spotted Wally quickly running away, with a container of hair dye in his hand. "WALLY!! GET BACK HERE!!" Julie yelled, rushing past Barnaby's window...and her hair was a crazed mishmash of colors. Wally quickly hid inside of Home as the sentient house locked the door, and Julie began pounding on it. "HOME!! OPEN THE DOOR!" She yelled, causing Home to look away.

The Julie angel on Barnaby's shoulder shook her head as she waggled a finger at Barnaby. "Tell. The. Truth." She said before disappearing in a puff of cloud. The Wally demon gave a chuckle before vanishing in a blanket of flames...

TO BE CONTINUED...

[angelicgentleman]

His eyes follow Damien's hand carefully, unsure of what the other wants to do. Pip winced slightly at the touch, the feeling of someone's warmth foreign to him, but doesn't move away. It might as well be the most comforting thing he had felt in a while. And just like that, it's gone. He lets Damien observe him, although he himself looks down - there's nothing else he can feel other than disgust. The halo doesn't glow like it used to; the warmth it emitted disappeared a long time ago as well. Part of it slides from the top of his head and hits the ground, surprisingly without a sound.

It's not like he cares about being an angel; he could have been a demon. They wouldn't chase him away at least. The worst part of all it was the loneliness. He spent years in the limbo, not a soul passing by close enough to hear him. Pip could see Hell's gates, but no matter how many steps he took in that direction, he could never get close. He couldn't fly back up either. The second worst part was the pain. He could conceal his appearance, but the pain of all of it never stops, and hiding it only makes it worse. His death wasn't painful, at the very least. The afterlife was torture.

A few feathers fall loose from his wings and he looks up at Damien as he begins to speak. Pip accepted that there was no way of helping him a while ago, he didn't have high hopes that Damien would find a solution. Still, it was comforting to have someone care and in a way, understand what was happening to him.

The last sentence makes him shiver, even that motion causing pain. Perhaps this was the worst part. He could feel it, his body falling apart, but Damien just confirmed it. Loneliness and pain were one thing, but he was afraid to die. He did once, he didn't want to disappear completely.

Philip looks up, his eyes meeting Damien's and he takes a small step forward "I don't want to go." he whimpered, tearing up slightly. There's nothing else he could muster to say.

   He wasn't a stranger to the uneasy feeling, he's learned to pick that up from people quite easily, though when it comes to Pip, he has to wonder how bad it actually is that he's giving off that sort of vibe. Letting himself be pulled into the alley, it only makes him wonder more what exactly is going on. 

   There's only really a nod in understanding, Damien's seen some weird shit, this town was full of it, so was Hell. So whatever was about to happen he was prepared for it. At least he thought so. Watching Pip carefully, his brows furrowed slightly at the change. Almost angry at how different the blonde looked now. He'd only��heard of things like this in rumor, but it seems Pip's fate is cruel to him, even in death.

   A clawed hand reaches to grip Pip's chin as Damien observes, anger evident in his eyes that God had allowed his angels to reject one of their own through the gates. Another thing to add to the list to talk to God about.. he planned to go up there eventually to speak with him, but now it seems there's more of a reason to. 

   Eventually he lets go of the blonde's face, moving to observe the wings. These were an important feature for any angel or demon. It often kept them safe, out of danger if they could fly out of reach. His just seemed to look like they were about to fall apart. He didn't touch them however, not daring to accidentally inflict pain from a simple touch. 

   And of course, his attention finally turned to the broken halo, he's not sure if he can even touch the pieces without being burned, as halos are often a source of power for some. It doesn't lessen the frustration, but eventually he steps back again, letting out a frustrated sigh. 

" I don't think there's anything I can do about what's already done. I didn't even know this sort of thing was capable of happening. I've heard rumors of angels falling to Hell and becoming demons themselves, but that's all it was, rumors. See. Heaven's supposed to keep track of their angels and make sure nothing bad happens to them, you're the first case aside from my own father being cast out of Heaven. But he became a demon, he made Hell. You were stuck in the middle, and it looks like your soul is practically wasting away. It's a miracle you haven't just completely fallen apart or vanished from the looks of it. "

   It's probably not something that Pip wants to hear, but Damien's knowledge on the subject is limited, and the only two people who would know is his own father and God himself. It's.. frustrating to say the least really. Pip really was just dealt one bad hand...

[yandere-is-my-life]

Yandere angel (eldrich?) x reader

Warning

yandere behavior, unhealthy mindset,

betrayal, ruse(?)

↑It's not my GIF

About Angel

They are an angel who protect around your village.

They have been worshiped with god by villagers.

Story

A long time ago, the period angels and demons still appeared on earth.

You lived in small rural village.

There was no strife and no devil.

Your parents died early by sick, you lived alone with farming.

One day, during your work, found a white bird.

He looks too weak and got hurt many places.

You took a pity and brought him your home.

At this rate he will die.

You aren't expert in medical, but you did your best.

Thanks to that, after the little bird got well, sang with joy and flew away in the sky.

…

One day, a drought occurred and the crops could not be harvested.

It was the worst than ever.

Some died of hunger or got a sick, some started fighting over food.

Like others, you were starving by hunger.

You are unwell and unable to work.

Never before have you felt so close to your own death.

…

It was another night.

As you were trying to sleep, felt something wrong.

Someone is in your room.

You wanted to open your eyes, but couldn't.

Even speaking out a word.

As if something was holding you down.

"Found you"

The voice sounded both male and female.

"My little favored, Everything will be okay. I'll save you."

At that time, You lost all strength and consciousness.

…

After that event, strangely, many crops became available in the village.

It was as if the famine up until now was a lie.

Everyone had more crops than ever before, and everyone could eat to their heart's content.

"God must have given us a mercy."

Everyone said in tongues.

You were happy too, but you were worried about the strange dream.

Who are they? And what are they?

You couldn't help but worry about this.

…

Another day, you had a dream.

A big presence is standing in front of you.

It was twice as tall as your height.

But you can't see them clearly.

"You are saved. You won't suffer under my protection"

That was the same person.

But you thought they were god or angel.

"T...thank you so much."

You were able to speak out for the first time.

"You deserve it. I did just treat for pure being."

They grabbed your hand.

Theirs were big and human-like and not human-like.

"You should be with me. We can live together at paradise."

It's a wonderful thing to be loved by god and angels.

At least everyone in your village think so.

But you felt like there was something hidden in the meaning of that word.

"I'm appreciate your order, but I am satisfied with my life."

You politely said not to mind them.

They held your right hand a little tighter and were silent for a while.

"I see. But please do not forget. I always wish your happiness."

Saying that, they disappeared.

…

Next day, you woke up and surprised.

There was a mark on your wrist that you had never seen before.

It must be their work.

You told elders about what happened to you.

As soon as they heard that and saw your mark, they praised you.

"Y/N L/N, We appoint you as a prayer. If you pray for everyone, we will be blessed by god."

From that day on your life changed.

And locked you in a church.

They ordered you not to go outside and to pray for everyone.

Perhaps the fear of famine remains strong.

You didn't know what was right, but you had to keep praying.

…

Village grew richer as if responding to it.

But that didn't change the way they treated you.

It's okay as long as you pray.

People started to think so.

They no longer saw you as a person.

Almost all regarded you as a useful tool.

Even your relatives and friends.

You sensed this from their demeanor.

Restricted life and their endless desires.

These situation steadily undermined your heart.

…

It was another night.

You were in an unknown place in your dream.

And in front of you, there is an Angel.

You immediately understood it was someone who had saved you before.

And you could see them clearly for the first time.

Also have large wings on their back,and black halo on their head.

His body was covered with a robe, face was hidden with shadows like abyss.

"Humans are foolish. They have become greedy."

Their words were filled with anger.

Not only that, sorrow too.

"I may not be allowed. But I swear it will not happen anymore."

And they held out their hand.

"Come with me, Y/N. You do not need to suffer anymore."

Before you would have refused.

But you were mentally trapped, and you wanted to be released from here as soon as possible.

Unconsciously, you were holding their hand.

Their hands were so warm, you felt nostalgic.

You felt warmth from someone you hadn't seen in a long time, and spontaneously burst into tears.

Looking that, Angel gently embraced you.

"At last you are mine. You cannot get away from me"

Back ground

That was when they were fatally wounded when fighting a strong demon.

They were too weak and unable to maintain original form.

So, their appearance changed to a white bird.

Badly, they didn't even have the strength to go back to heaven.

But luckily, they met you.

Moreover, your dedication saved their life.

It didn't take long time till the angel fell in love with you.

So even after they went back to heaven, couldn't forget you.

After their powers were fully restored over the years, they came back.

It was like a dream when they found you.

Also could save you from suffer.

They wanted to take you soon, but wanted to respect your will.

Despite that, they still couldn't give up.

They wanted you to love them and rely on them.

So, they left a mark as blessing.

This was also meant to strengthen the relationship.

But as a result, they ended up making you sad.

Foolish people who tried to take advantage of will be punished.

Angel feel sorry for it a little.

But in their hearts, they are glad that you rely on them.

No one knows if this behavior was negligent or intentional.

[thewisestdino]

BiblicallyAccurate!Warriors AU Info

Heres a basic write of the concept behind the AU, besides the whole aesthetic. 

Basically the cats with powers get the angel wings (I am not sure if this extends to like, Yellowfang or Goosefeather, so for now im just going to stick to the main PO3). When Jay and Lion are born they do not have wings, but they slowly grow in alongside the eyes that watch over them and the halo that slowly materializes around them. By the time they are warriors they have all their wings, and like an energy that sits around them. I like to think that the halos look kinda like migraine auras that surround them, and can be sensed by cats around them even if they cant always be seen. (Kinda like this)

The clans in this AU know that there are three fated and powerful cats that should be emerging soon, but they are not sure what that means. At first thunderclan tries to keep Jay and Lion separate so no one knows. This isolates them like crazy, but the news slowly gets out. (I think it would be cool if like Heathertail has something to do with this.) The information about the God like creatures living in Thunderclans camp spreads and becomes somewhat legendary. Everyone is aware of their powers, Lion's super strength and Jay's mind reading abilities. The other clans fear thunderclan for this. While Thunderclan is glad they landed with the powerful cats they also don't know how to treat them. They continue to be isolated in the clan because their clanmates don't know how to treat them/act around them.

Meanwhile, Hollyleaf has not grown her wings, (It was assumed they would just come in later, because Lionblaze's wings grew in before Jayfeathers). In some ways this is good, because Hollyleaf is not isolated to the extent her brothers are. But she is separated from her brothers as much as possible, and has no idea how to be there for her clan with no powers. She is devastated when her wings never grow in, and it helps push her over the edge when it comes to the whole Ashfur Squirrelflight debockle.

Most other things happen the same, Hollyleaf does the big reveal at the gathering everything, and she goes into the tunnels. I think this drives Breezepelt over the edge as well because his father is also Crowfeather BUT he was not granted powers.

Okay like a year after Hollyleaf disappears Dovewing is born, and she is just like a normal cat. But, when Dovepaw goes on the journey to the beaver dam, her powers start emerge and all the clans suddenly know. When she heads back life is different, and she is isolated in the way that Lion and Jay were isolated. It pushes Ivypool away, and suddenly the expectations on her are huge.

Everything else pretty much goes the same. During the Great battle when Firestar is revealed to be the fourth cat, his wings and eyes and everything suddenly appears all at once. (Thanks to the ask sent to me for the idea) After the battle is over however, Lion, Jay and Dove loose their wings, eyes and halos immediately, as well as their powers. They have to adjust to life not being seen as different, and also life without powers. It is a very difficult transition.

[spitdrunken]

fallen angel volo... tried to overthrow god and got kicked out....

notes: religious themes, implied murder

he has a magnetic aura, even while pretending to be human. people are drawn to his ethereal beauty and flickers of holiness like moths to a flame. ( the worst of the worst, tainted by sin, are appalled. )  he entertains their company, nothing more, nothing less.

volo may have been struck down, but he is not dead yet, and can still dream. can an angel even be killed? he does not know the answer, and he does not intend to find out. in fact, it may be somewhat more convenient for him to be down here... he will cast judgement upon the souls he encounters. the world his maker created, he believes, has fallen in disrepair. all these rotten souls are evidence that the world needs to be cleansed. at least here he can send them to an early punishment.

he usually hides his true appearance, but... his wings are still melting. about half of them are gone entirely, but the remainder looks like a molten candle and drips whenever he moves. the droplets disappear before they touch the ground. the splintered remains of his halo float above his head. ( and so many eyes. so so so many eyes. he hides them well, but don’t make him mad. ) 

but the longer he is forced to stay on earth, the more human he becomes. he gains different feelings, new and overwhelming and, some, painful. it is all awfully confusing and it becomes a chore to get through the days while he’s figuring it all out. ( his blood turns from gold, to red. ) with it all, most importantly, he gains a human’s ability to sin, actions no longer motivated by his ‘selfless’ believe in what is truly the right thing to do. greed comes to him. and lust, and envy- twisting and digging their thorns into his chest. 

when he becomes attracted to you it is, first of all, destructive. 

[eyesoverinfinity]

Cooking show au

Episode 3: Jello from the other side

The intro plays, it is a Introduction to all 8 of the hosts of this show: Zoey, Louis, Francis, Bill, Ellis, Nick, Rochelle and Coach.

Then the logo appears:

The logo dissipates to revel the camera zooming in on the hosts, as pre-recorded clapping plays.

Louis steps forward.

Louis: Welcome to 8 in the kitchen! The show were we make food and may regret it later! As you know we couldn't do our Halloween episode on Halloween because....

The camera cuts to the hosts hiding behind one of their tables as the mercenaries fight Merasmus who has made their food come to life.

Louis: reasons...

A pause. Then Louis snaps out of his trauma induced trance.

Louis: Anyways, Ellis is the one with the recipe! Ellis what are we making?

Ellis: Oh man, have I got a recipe for you!

Ellis leaves the set and pulls in a whiteboard. This whiteboard has the picture of a ghost on it.

Ellis: After our last attempt at this episode we got left with a lot of ectoplasm. So I decided we could use it!

Louis: Excuse me what?

Ellis: We are making Ghost jello!

Spooky sound effects play.

Ellis: Now with real ghost!

Francis: I hate ghosts.

Bill: Ellis, have you thought this through?

Ellis: TO THE GAME PLAN!

A sheet of blueprint paper rolls over the camera to show the transit to the ‘game plan’ screen. Chibi versions of all the hosts are seen.

Ellis: I've already done the first bit, get the ectoplasm and put it into a can for later.

The blueprint shows Chibi Ellis picking up goo that's green even on the blueprint and putting in a jar.

Ellis: Now, we have to mix it with the other ingredients. Gelatin, Boiled water, Holy water, salt and fruit juice.

Drawings of these items appear.

Bill: Why salt?

Ellis: it's a surprise ingredient that'll help us later.

Zoey: SHHH, do you want to be sued by Disney? Because that's how you get sued by Disney.

Ellis: Damn it, sorry!

Ellis: It's important that we add the holy water last, because it makes the ectoplasm disappear before it imprints it's taste.

The ectoplasm has holy water added to it, a holy choir sounds and the ectoplasm gets wings and a halo and flies away. Chibi Ellis is shown gobsmacked.

The camera zooms out to the chibi's.

Ellis: Interesting to note, it doesn't matter which religion blesses the water, it has the same effect.

Rochelle: Even Satanism?

Ellis: Um... that was the exception.

A fire is shown coming out of a jar. Chibi Ellis tries to use a fire extinguisher, but it doesn't work. The camera comes back to the real people. The Ingredients are all there, Ellis is holding the ectoplasm, that seems to be trying to float away.

Louis: Ellis is this safe?

Ellis: Nope!

Coach is seen looking at a Bible.

Ellis: whatcha doing Coach?

Coach: Trying to figure out if eating ghost remains is against my religion or not.

Nick: I think it's against every religion.

Zoey: Does Atheism count as a religion? Because I think this is against that as well.

Ellis: Come guys, since when did not being able to eat something ever stop us from making it?

Rochelle: Oh we'll still make it, we just want to burn it afterwards.

Ellis: Good enough for me!

A time-lapse plays, it shows the hosts mixing the gelatin, boiled water and fruit juice together.

Ellis: Ok! it's time to add the ectoplasm! Be careful, as it might try to escape.

The other hosts look at each other uncertainly. Ellis just smiles as he adds the green goo to his bowl. The camera zooms it to get a better look, there is some static as Ellis mixes the goop in but otherwise it looks as you would expect.

Ellis: Now, make a ring of salt around the bowl so if the ectoplasm possess the bowl it can't hunt you down for revenge. Then we leave it for 5 minutes so the taste soaks in.

Coach: We aren't really leaving this alone, are we?

Ellis: nah, I'll stay. The camera crew will too, right guys?

Excuses can be heard from of screen.

???: Will there be cola?

Ellis: Sure!

???: Then I'll be there!

A new person appears on screen.

Ellis: Thanks Whittaker.

Whittaker: No problem kid, there's nothing I wouldn't do for a good cola. But if that bowl right there attacks us I will shoot it.

Ellis: Well I see no down-sides!

A time-lapse happens, Ellis and Whittaker play cards with Whittaker occasionally pulling a variety of different guns at the bowls. The time lapse ends with the other hosts returning.

Ellis: That was fun! Now, the most important part of the recipe. Pour holy water on it so you won't be possessed by your own creation! Any blessing will do!

Words appear on the screen "8 in the kitchen holds no reasonability if the blessing doesn't work." Ellis adds the holy water to the bowls, they hiss with a barely auditable mouse like scream.

Ellis: So, who wants to try? I know I'm going to.

Coach breaths in deeply.

Nick: Coach no.

Coach: Ellis, I'll eat this as well, but only. ONLY if we both go to church Immediately after this.

Ellis: Ok!

Coach and Ellis eat the jello as the other wait nervously.

Coach: Hey, It tastes like a better version of that 'Hi-C Ecto-Coolers' drink from when the first ghost busters came out!

Nick stares at the jello in disgust.

Nick: It kind of looks like it too.

Zoey: What, did they make the drink out of ghosts?

Francis: I don't know, what DID they make the drink out of.

Rochelle: I think they were supposed to be tangerine flavoured.

Coach: Bullshit, they tasted like toxic liquated ghost-.... remains...."

There is a pause.

Ellis: Well, that's it for this episode. we're going to look into this further and hopefully not get sued.

Everyone: Bye!

The theme song plays and the credits roll. A post credit scene shows Rochelle on the computer late at night, researching the Hi-C company. With the words 'we're coming for you Hi-C' on the screen.

[bubble-tea-bunny]

come fly with me

[hermes x reader]

author’s note: every time i see his name i pronounce it like the brand out of  habit even if there’s no accent grave lol

word count: 2,572

You sense the bright light of morning through your closed lids and it prompts you to wake. But even as your eyes slide open, you still feel as though you’re dreaming.

A man is kneeling down next to you. You don’t know who he is but perceive he means no harm, for his gaze as he observes you is concerned, no doubt wondering what you’re doing out here. You don’t remember falling asleep outside, but the weather has been so nice as of late, you wouldn’t put it past yourself to have drifted off after laying beneath the stars, simply appreciating their magnificence.

As your vision comes more into focus, and the blurred edges merge into finer lines, you note that the sun shines behind this stranger’s head, and it appears remarkably like a halo. Your focus slides lower, drifts over brown hair pulled back into a neat braid to avoid obscuring his face, the highlight of which are his eyes—brilliantly blue, like crystals, and putting the backdrop behind him to shame. He’s beautiful.

Suddenly you’re nervous to be the center of his attention, so rapt it’s like he can see right through you. You must look a disheveled mess in contrast, your own hair tousled, your eyes bleary with the last bits of sleep. But as if he can hear your thoughts, he smiles gently, a gesture to put you at ease.

“Hello,” he greets you. His voice is hushed, taking care not to disturb the peace of these early hours, and it’s warm, washing over your skin and fighting away the chill of the cool evening.

You open your mouth, poised to speak, but at first nothing comes out, though from nervousness or from the fact your vocal chords are still waking up after hours of not being used, you don’t know.

“I… I must have fallen asleep out here,” you state rather dumbly, because what else could it have been? It’s not as if anyone had carried you out here in the middle of the night. Your cheeks redden from embarrassment but the man’s smile widens, amused and—if you aren’t imagining things, owed to the idea that maybe you really are dreaming—charmed. Though for what reason, you haven’t the slightest clue.  You struggle to call yourself a picture of grace at any other point in a day, least of all fresh from sleep.

“It seems you have,” he responds. “I imagine it was comfortable?”

Not wanting to continue this conversation while still laying down, since it’s a little awkward, you sit up, and he backs away slightly to give you space. The notion of sleeping on the ground certainly doesn’t sound comfortable, and so you assume he asks this in light jest, but oddly enough, you don’t feel any stiffness or aches. Your body is relaxed, pliant. You feel well-rested.

“It was, yes…” you trail off, absentmindedly pondering on this anomaly.

The man nods, satisfied with your answer, and stands. You have to crane your neck to look at him, and as he turns his head to look out at the rolling hills, lush green and divided in the middle by a dirt path, you see a string around his neck which is attached to a golden helmet. The brim swoops and lifts in the back, colored silver to resemble a pair of wings.

Then he turns to you again, now offering you his hand. “Well the day is too nice to waste staying here. Would you like to take a walk with me?”

You’ve been aware this entire time that you don’t know who he is, and logic would dictate you turn down his invitation. No matter how nice he may be, it would be unreasonable as well as  unsafe. But even for all that, you find yourself not tied down by any semblance of reason, and perhaps it’s against your better judgment that you accept.

You take his hand and he pulls you up easily. Maybe it’s his smile that does well to quell any apprehension, for you think you would follow him anywhere. Maybe you were incorrect and to go with him now was the better judgment on your part, because you don’t feel that this is wrong or dangerous. And he’s right: the day is splendid and it would make no sense to stay on the ground alone. It’s better enjoyed with companions.

The two of you follow the trail for a while, pausing whenever small creatures cross from one side to the other: mostly bunnies and deer, but at one point when passing by a lake there’s a duck and her ducklings plodding single-file behind her. As the world around you wakes and you walk in comfortable silence, your anxiety melts away and you instigate a conversation.

“Were you just passing by and happened to see me?” you inquire.

The man glances down at you briefly before looking ahead once more. “I was.” He nods. “I wanted to make sure you were okay.”

He’s sincere as he says it, and it makes you grin. “Well I’m glad it was you who found me.”

The smile on his lips mirrors yours. “I am too.”

Flowers line the path, leaning inward as if to welcome any who walk past. They grab your attention, and you skip ahead to pick some of them. They only require a gentle tug for the stems to snap and you gather them until you’re holding a small bunch of the white flower in one hand. You bring them closer to your face so you can smell them: the scent is subtle and fresh, like the air after it rains. The man finally catches up to you and you twist around. There’s that expression in his eyes again, one of amusement, and again you blush, attempting to hide it by the flowers as you duck your head, but you don’t think you’re successful.

He peers over your shoulder. “Let’s go this way now. There’s bound to be more flowers in that direction.”

You turn and follow his line of sight. The trail has led to a forest, and veering off here would lead you into the thick of it. The man takes the last few steps to close the distance and stand next to you, and you look up at him. “Okay.”

Sunlight pierces the gaps in the foliage, the rays which light the ground soothing to behold and to walk through. It’s like a painting, calm and peaceful, displayed on the finest marble and you’re honored to be in the midst of it, maybe not as the subject, for you think the birds who cast shadows as they soar above you are more worthy of the privilege, but you’re content to be there at all, even just off to the side.

The woods lead to a meadow and the man was correct: there are more flowers here. Their colors vary, from white to lavender to yellow, and the sun envelopes them all in its heat, unhindered in this clearing. The tall grass shifts with your every footstep and brushes your calves, light as a feather, and you giggle. It tickles.

Your eyes rove over the expanse before you. There are more trees, another portion of forest,  on the other side, but this place is so peaceful, and the sun is in the perfect position, centered in the sky, that you would hate to leave so soon.

“I’d like to lay among these flowers…” you murmur. It’s an aside you mean to mutter only to yourself, but given your proximity to the stranger—no, not a stranger anymore, but more of a friend—he hears you fine despite the low volume with which you said it.

“Why don’t we?”

At this, you blink and glance up at him. He’s already watching you with a twinkle in his gaze and he’s smiling. You can’t help smiling too and you feel so warm to be in his presence.

So in the middle of the clearing you find a suitable spot and settle down, lying on your back with the bunch of white flowers still clutched in one hand. You have to squint and use your free hand to shield your eyes from the glare of the sun, but then you close them and the furrow of your brow relaxes, and you can fully enjoy the nature which surrounds you.

Dragonflies buzz and you can hear them flittering along, the beating of their wings louder as they approach, then becoming quieter as they pass. The grass shifts as your friend comes to join you now. He sits, and you hear a brief shuffling before he follows suit and lays down. Together you bask in the sunlight, but for how long, you aren’t sure. Not that you’re interested in tracking the time.

“Your suggestion to tarry a while was a good one,” he compliments, breaking the silence. “It feels pleasant to rest here.”

His compliment makes you grin and your eyes open. You turn your head to look at him. He’d removed his helmet from where it was hanging around his neck and placed it next to him to allow him to lie back comfortably. “The sun makes you feel so refreshed, doesn’t it?”

He hums. “I think it has more to do with the company.” He opens his eyes and also turns to look at you, and the blueness of them is incredibly soft. Your smile grows.

And though you’re confident you could pass the rest of the day in that meadow, the two of you move on. It’s done with a bit of reluctance on your part, but it fades quickly because you agree with him: it’s the company which makes you feel refreshed. The colors of the sky are shifting as mid-afternoon turns into early evening and it occurs to you that you have been walking since the morning yet you aren’t tired, nor has it felt like many hours have transpired. You know it has to do with him. You think you could do this forever, walking with him.

When the sky is a blend of indigo and orange, you ask if anyone is expecting him. We’ve been together all day, you explain. No one might wonder where you are?

He chuckles. “That’s kind of you to be concerned.”

Your cheeks feel warm. He’s awfully good at getting that reaction out of you.

“No one’s expecting me,” he continues. “But even if someone were, they’d understand my lateness, given I’m with someone so sweet. I’m not keen to part ways too soon.”

Your chest feels tight, like your heart is wrenching and you’re scared it might break. “Me neither,” you state shyly.

Then gradually the indigos and oranges transition to black as the sun fully disappears below  the horizon and you are sad to see it leave. You’ve also long since left the meadow and the forest surrounding it behind. The land you walk through is wide, flat, empty. There aren’t any plants or animals and it feels foreign, adjusted as you had been to the lush scenery of this afternoon. The only feature worth noting are the mountains that come into view now, which, while you’d already assumed them to be tall, are taller than you first thought as you get closer, so high they seem to touch the clouds, perhaps even extending past them.

“This way.” The man’s voice pulls your attention away from staring up at the clouds. There’s a path that leads farther into the mountain. “Watch your step. It’s rather dark.”

What light of the moon reaches through small gaps in the mountain reflects off the helmet strung around his neck. He takes care to move slowly to ensure you don’t lose him but the glint of his helmet serves as a beacon. The more you venture in, you wonder where you’re going. Should you ask him? The idea of doing so hadn’t crossed your mind all day because you’d been happy just to be with him, no apprehension about the destination, or whether or not  there was one. But now…

The words are on the tip of your tongue, about to be voiced, but they die out once you turn a final corner and spot a river. The water is dark, almost black, and a haze settles above it that obscures what might possibly be on the opposite shore. Once you do speak, it’s still a question, but it’s no longer about where the two of you are headed. He doesn’t need to tell you that.

“Wanted to let me down gently, didn’t you?” The manner in which you ask this is quiet, lightly teasing but also laced with a sadness you do little to hide.

Hermes—for now you know confidently who he is—leads you right to the edge of the water and then stops, twisting around. “I chose to take the longer route with you.”

You meet his gaze. His eyes are sorrowful, yet for their melancholy they are still just as beautiful, and they’re tender as he looks at you. “Why?”

He takes a deep breath, momentarily glancing at the water then returning his focus to you. “You hadn’t realized what happened, and I didn’t want to tell you. I decided we would venture through the nature you love so much, taking breaks where you desired, to listen to the bugs and to feel the sun.”

Thinking back to this morning, you recall that when you’d woken up, you hadn’t checked behind you. If you had, you would’ve noticed your body there. You’d been too enamored by Hermes to do that. Though you suppose there are worse ways of being led to the Underworld, and you’d always be grateful to Hermes for choosing to take the long way.

“Through it I’ve grown very fond of you,” he confesses. He offers a small smile, and you surmise it’s a struggle, at odds with a frown because of where he has brought you, and what it implies. “A day with you was a lifetime, and it still didn’t feel long enough.”

You muster a smile of your own. “One day or an eternity, I don’t suppose any length of time ever would.”

A boat comes into view, appearing to materialize through the fog, and once it stops at the small dock, the front bumping gently and the water lapping against the support beams, Hermes gives the ferryman two coins. Treat her well, he instructs. And then he turns to you a final time, and when your heart squeezes, you really think it has broken.

Glancing down, your eyes settle on the flowers you’re gripping. You’d kept them with you the entire journey. But now you hold them out to Hermes, and the heaviness in your chest seems to lighten slightly as he takes them and the expression on his face becomes a little less crestfallen. You would hate to leave him in such a forlorn state.

“Thank you, Hermes.” You hope he can detect the sincerity, and when he smiles faintly, you know that he has.

He helps you onto the boat, clasping your much smaller hand in his to provide support, and he stands on the shore as the ferryman pushes away, watching you until the fog engulfs the boat once more. And though he’s alone, the flowers in his hand make him feel far from lonely.