#sera: the queen of angels

[heavenly--knight]

I love these too aaa

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[blitziegamez123]

Ok.... Sera and Emily from Hazbin Hotel..... They kinda remind me of

YOOOO?!!!! MY MIND IS GIVING ME A QUESTION ABOUT THAT?!!!!!!!!

[seramilla]

Imagine Emily having figured everything about Carmilla and that Sera is her mom starts to understand how much losing Carmilla has affected her and the hole it left in her heart. So Emily figuring that Carmilla must still be alive down their is decides to bring her back. She may not know where in hell she is, if she's still alive, how to find her, how to recognize her, how to navigate hell, how to keep herself safe there, how she'd get herself and Carmilla to heaven and how to keep the elders from throwing them out after she did. But those are all details so she writes Sera a note and goes off.

Sera is panicking -- wringing out her hair, in a state of shock, honest-to-goodness wanting to scream and cry and throw something and yell some untastely obscenities -- sheer panic!

Her morning had started out like any other. She gets up, makes herself some coffee and Emily some tea, like she does every morning. When Emily doesn't emerge from her room at her usual time, Sera thinks maybe she's just sleeping in. It's a been a rough few days, and she wants to give her daughter some space; room to breathe. When Emily still hasn't emerged by the time they need to be leaving for work, Sera goes into her room to investigate.

The note Sera finds sends her psyche reeling -- Emily claims she had opened a portal to Hell and gone to find Carmilla. She had told Sera not to worry, that she'd done her research beforehand, and that she'd be back as quick as possible. She'd wanted to ultimately discover Carmilla's fate. Whether her other parent is still alive, where she is located, if she can somehow bring her back to Heaven for a triumphant reunion with Sera.

It's silly. It's presumptuous. It's courageous. But so, so dangerous, that no words can describe how utterly panicked and in the throes of sorrow and worry Sera is at that moment.

She gets on her sphere. She desperately calls Lucifer Morningstar, letting the device ring and ring off the hook for 2 minutes straight, refusing to hang up, until the king of Hell finally picks up, looking like he's just crawled out of bed. His hair his disheveled, he's in a pair of duckie boxers with a thin robe hanging off one shoulder, with a cup of coffee in one hand and his black claw rubbing an eye with the other. When he sees Sera, however, he quickly closes his robe and stands up straighter, blushing profusely.

"Sera!" Lucifer shouts, a little out of sorts. "What are you--? I didn't realize it was you--! Why are you calling this early?"

"It's 8am in the morning, Lucifer, everyone is normally awake at this hour -- where is Emily?!"

Lucifer looks at her for a moment, still embarrassed, but also perturbed by the question.

"Emily? Your sister? Why would I know where she is?"

"Because she left me a note this morning saying that she was going to Hell! To find...umm...that's not important! Her curiosity got the better of her, and she left a note saying she was going to your realm! For reasons I cannot explain to you right now, but I desperately need your help! She's all alone down there, and I fear the worst has happened!"

Lucifer absorbs everything Sera is saying, at first seeming to not believe the words coming out of her mouth...but the longer he witnesses her panicked expression, the more he understands the gravity of the situation.

"Oh...okay. I hear you, Sera. Stay calm. I'll...Let me think. I'll let Ozzie and Bee know what's going on. They are still amenable to Heaven and on good terms with me. Maybe they can help me expedite the search and see if she managed to get into one of the other rings. And maybe...Charlie could help. She's good at strategizing and understanding people's motivations."

Sera sighs. It's not one of relief, but meant to let out at least some of the negative energy coursing through the High Seraphim's body at the moment. It's not perfect, but...Lucifer's at least helping her formulate a plan. She will owe him one Hell of a favor after this.

"Thank you, Lucifer," Sera says, antsy to get off the phone, so she can start making preparations to go to Hell herself. "Give me a few minutes. Get dressed, please. If you don't mind, I will manifest there in 5 minutes."

"Oh--okay, Sera!" Lucifer says, surprised Sera is coming to him herself. Her sister is missing after all, so he supposes it only makes sense. "No worries. I will be ready for you."

"Thank you again, Lucifer," Sera says. "I'll see you in a moment!"

Sera quickly grabs some supplies -- some of her best angelic daggers for protection, a change of clothes for Emily, and a few choice words that she practices over and over, to tell her daughter exactly how this behavior has knocked thousands of years off her lifespan.

Five minutes later she opens a portal, walks through the dark ring of light, and makes her well to the realm of Hell in search of her wonderful, generous, misguided daughter.

[angelsandemons]

@queen-of-prophecy

Sera needed help.

There was no way around it, not anymore. Not with a Sinner in Heaven. Not with Adam dead. But the issue was the same as it has always been: there was no one she could ask, no one that knew more about everything that went on, no one that had more insight, no one but the Almighty Himself. And that certainly wasn't an option.

But there was one other option.

It didn't even occur to her until she'd had at least a day to calm herself over the Sinner's arrival, but once it did, she couldn't stop thinking about it. Vine, the very first heretic, was also the greatest prophet of any age, in any realm, Heaven or Hell. Though exactly how much she could see was anyone's guess.

And Sera certainly had some guesses.

She refused to believe Vine could see the future perfectly, refused to believe she would have failed to warn Lucifer of just how much damage he was about to do before the incident in the garden happened. But perhaps that was the nature of free will; it was, inherently, the power to change one's future with a single act.

Whatever the case, Vine undoubtably had the gift of foresight and was sought after mortals and demons alike. If anyone could provide insight on what the next step was, it was her. So, after making arrangements for the brief time she'd be away, Sera quietly went down to Earth for the first time in thousands of years. She walked quietly though the dark forest—one devoid of any humans who might stumble upon the meeting accidentally—until she reached a moonlit clearing.

Sera felt no need to take on her humanoid form here, instead electing to let her more avian features remain as she set up the summoning circle. It felt almost blasphemous, summoning a demon in the middle of the woods like some witch, but it was the best meeting place she could think of with the current political climate. Once everything was complete, she glanced around the clearing once more, her eyes falling on a few trees wrapped in vines. It was beautiful, in a way, how these plants twisted around the trunks in ornate patterns, interweaving their very being into the trees themselves. One appeared to only be standing because of the tangle of vines that still held it up where it leaned. And yet they were only choking them, slowly killing the great oaks they ensnared in their grasp.

How fitting.

Finally, with one last sigh, she summoned the woman she used to look on fondly until that awful trial. Would she know it was Sera calling her before she came? Would she have foreseen this long before Sera herself even had the idea? She wasn't sure.

All she knew it that she was in for anything but a warm reunion.

[washeduphazbin]

Hi, I would like to ask for a smut from Adam x fem Reader, his dear wife is going to pay him a visit at his work and in the end they almost get paid for lute

New Eve (Adam x Fem! Wife! Reader)

-SMUT AHEAD MINORS DNI-

Other warnings: Adam Being Adam

I hope I wrote this ask and understood it correctly! Adam is my guilty pleasure. I love men who are dumb as rocks and who are going to be absolutely leashed by even stronger women.

REQUESTS OPEN

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There's a saying that all good things come in threes, Lilith, Eve, and you. Adam's final wife, who physically couldn't be swayed by Lucifer because Adam had met you in Heaven. When you passed through the pearly gates, you were greeted by none other than the first human himself. You were in awe for about two seconds until you quickly gathered the first man was a complete and utter dickhead. He seemed to falter when you walked past him to greet an angel named Lute, Adam's second in command. She tensed a little as you introduced yourself, ignoring Adam's protests that dubbed you a Queen Mega Bitch.

All this to say, it took about three months before Lute caught Adam sticking his tongue down your throat with you latched onto him like a koala. You made a distressed sound at being caught while listening to Adam laugh above you. You distinctly heard him call your mouth as good as a vagina while pressing a kiss to your hairline. "Adam!" You hissed, pulling on the horns of his mask as he let out a defiant sound, "Inappropriate."

"Ugh yeah, that's kind of my thing, sugar tits."

"You need to not make it your thing, or this thing doesn't happen." You drew your line in the metaphorical sand before marching out of the room, faintly hearing Lute argue about Adam's behavior behind you.

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

Two years later, you were Adam's new 'Eve' in heaven with two golden rings to prove the love that formed between the two of you...somehow. Did the both of you fight constantly? Yes. Did you want to wring his neck every time he opened the gaping hole he called a mouth? Also Yes. But did you love him...unfortunately. Even though he had a laundry list of bad habits, a vulgar mouth, and gross hobbies, he had his moments. He was protective, fiercely so, and despite his fuck boy personality, he only had his sights set on you. Lute often asked you what you saw in Adam, and you'd reluctantly sigh and give a tired grin, "He makes me laugh. Plus, with proper motivation, he's putty in my hand." Lute made a sound of understanding, nodding her head,

"Ah, yes. Use your feminine wiles to control those weaker than you, even if they may be physically stronger. We must use what we are given as women. Well, you must. I'm very strong without using that to my advantage."

"Yes, exactly," You snickered as Lute stopped outside Adam's office. "Which is exactly why Sera put me in charge of convincing Adam to meet with The Morningstar's daughter." You groaned, rubbing the bridge of your nose, "I'll see you back here later, then?"

"Yes, ma'am." Lute bowed, "I wish you luck...you'll need it. He's in one of his moods." before taking off into the sky and down the hall. You reached up with a stretch of your arms, fluffing up your wings to look extra pretty before knocking on Adam's door,

"Adam." You hummed, knocking on the grand marble door once before opening it. You leaned against the entranceway, wings brushing against the floor, as his head shot up.

"Sugartits!"

"Not my name!" You dodged Adam's hug with a flurry of your wings; he grinned, shoving the door closed with his hip. "Adam," you said in warning as he used his angelic magic to fly towards you and trap you within his arms.

"and what would you prefer I call you? My Bitch? Wifey?" He mused, peppering sloppy kisses against your cheek and down your neck. "We could go with Queen or Goddess, preferably." You shot back, dragging Adam down to sit in his chair; you hummed gently, removing his mask from his face. He leaned back, kicking his legs up on the desk as you slid down into his chest, straddling his hips. You hummed, running your fingers through his brown hair, and he melted into your touch, "My name works, too."

"I guess we can settle on Queen. Does that make me your King?" Adam preened as you scratched under his chin,

"Without a doubt...but we must talk about the Young Morningstar."

"Who?" He made a faux confused face which you raised an eyebrow back at in response, "Ugh, Lucifer's cunt daughter. What about her?"

"She's been begging for a meeting. I suggest you meet with her." Your lips began to trail down his neck, nipping at his skin as his body flushed.

"But that's so much work, sugar." He groaned, running his clawed hands through your hair, "Can't I just say fuck off back to hell we're gonna exterminate all of you regardless."

"Sera wants you to at least meet with her one time; she's giving you a lot of trust to handle this on your own."

"And if I do what you ask, what'll you give me?" He mused, eyes sparkling. You huffed, hitting him with the back of your wing, and he laughed, "Come on, you gotta sweeten the deal for me, mama."

"You're such a bastard." You huffed, moving to pull your hair out of your face. He moved his legs to the ground, and you could slide between his knees. "Robe off unless you want dirty," you commanded as Adam fumbled out of it quickly.

"I love you~" He leaned back with a sly grin, hand reaching up to move your head closer to his lip. Your fingers spread across his thighs, and you huffed softly, looking up at him.

"I love you more. If I do this for you, you promise to meet with young Lady Morningstar?"

"You can't just fuck me because you love me?"

"Bite me." You sneered, but there wasn't any malice in your voice as he stood up, picking you up off the ground and pressing your back against his desk.

"Oh, it would be my pleasure. I can't say your robes will survive, though I might need to get you some new ones." Adam popped the buttons on your robe, allowing your body to be laid bare for his eyes. He watched your breathing hitch as his long claw trailed down your neck to your chest. "Fuck I love these puppies, you know that?" Adam grinned, grabbing fistfuls of your breasts, squeezing and kneading to his heart's content. Your husband was like an oversized golden retriever. When he sees something he likes, he obsesses over it like a man deranged. His favorite playthings of yours were your tits and ass. "Any meetings?"

"None. I'm yours for the rest of the day. You can mark me how you'd like; I'm yours, my husband. Well, until you meet with the Princess."

"Fuckkkkk yeah, baby, come 'ere." Adam dove between your breasts, and he felt you suck in air through your teeth. He began to bite and suck on the supple flesh of your chest; you keened, arching into his mouth, hands tangling in his brown hair. You could tell from the way his teeth would graze against your nipples and your flesh he was doing everything in his power to leave marks on the skin.

"Adam...ngh." You panted, feeling his hand move down from your breast to slide down your stomach and between your legs. "Shit," You squeaked, feeling him tease your clit with his thumb and forefinger with a dopey grin on his face.

"There's my favorite girl," He flicked your nub skillfully; for being a massive asshole, this prick sure knew where to find your clit. One finger slid between your folds, and you tossed your head against the cold marble desk. "Damn, only one finger has you acting up? I must not be treating you good enough," He purred as another finger entered you, stretching you out to be big enough for, 'the first ever man god created.' Adam watched with delight as your wings spread out and trembled, glowing with a soft golden glow. "That's it, you're being such a good girl for me. Are you ready?"

"Yes." You panted, "Adam, please."

"God, you beg so nicely, you little slut," His hand reached up to grip your throat, causing you to let out a desperate whine, hips bucking into his fingers. "Beg Harder," He demanded, moving your hand to palm him through his trousers, stiff and aching. "Look at how hard you make me. How desperate. I need you to worship your god."

"Yes, sir." You purred, "You're my God, Adam. I need you, I'd worship for your love, your touch, your dick." You dragged your hand up your chest, playing with the swell of your own breast, "Don't you want to make me happy, baby?"

"More than anything." Adam's eyes lit up in elation, "Stay with me. Don't go to Lucifer. You're mine." He snarled, hands around your throat, "Say it."

"I'm with you. Only you. Forever Adam." His entire body seemed to relax when you said that, pressing gentle kisses to your cheek and lips. "I love you, you annoying Dickweed."

"Love you more, Sugartits." He grinned cheekily before lowering himself to you with a hiss-like laugh. "Tight as ever, and that's why I love you,"

"If you keep talking nonsense while you're literally inside me, I'll cut off your dick,"

"Sounds kinky."

"Adam."

"Fine, Fine, you're so vanilla." He mused, albeit his tone was much softer, fonder than his earlier teasing. His hands grabbed under your knees and pressed you close with a snap of his hips. You both let out a moan, yours higher pitched and needier, bucking your hips, searching for more friction than he was currently providing. You always savored the way he was able to fill you up, he wasn't the longest but god was he thick filling you in all the right ways. Every time his hips snapped into you, you could feel just how deep he kissed your cervix. "Yeah, you like that?" He panted, "Like how deep I'm getting? From the way you're dripping, you're practically soaking through my table. Your vag is like a vice, babe, so tight for this big cock."

"Hm. Your words always know how to turn me o-ng-ff." You moaned out this end at a particularly sharp thrust of his hips. "Fuck you," You panted as he grinned down at you,

"Good news, wifey, that's exactly what we're doing-"

"Sir!" You let out a scream as Lute slammed the door of his office open, you climbed against Adam's body like an embarrassed Nun. He groaned, still inside you but having the decency to cover you with his wings.

"What do you need, Lute? I'm a little busy getting it on with my sexy ass wife." Adam complained, motioning to the top of your head, to which you made an embarrassed sound of mortification. "Can this be rescheduled or-"

"The Princess of Hell is here, Sir. She just showed up-"

"Are you for real telling me that the bitch Princess of Hell is seriously cucking me right now?!"

"...Yes."

"(Y/n) If I killed her for interrupting us, would you be pissed?"

"Beyond Adam."

"Fuck."

[malin-la]

MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL EPISODE 6

“I wouldn’t forget a bad bitch like you, it’s why I named you after the best thing ever, Vaggie.”

“Actually it’s pronounced Vaggie”

It’s such a ridiculous line that’s meant to be taken as a joke but it implies so much about the way heaven operates.

Hell is composed of two large groups: the hell-born, and the sinners. With all the questions posed in episode 6, it’s kind of hard to place how the other side works or how people even get into heaven, but the line above helps place them into one of two systems

1. There are no “heaven-born” angels, there are only those who have been saved after their Earthly death. While this theory seems less likely, it is solidified when Sera calls Adam “the first to enter heaven” and not just “the first man” in the courthouse scene.

If this were the truth, Adam naming Vaggie would have some pretty screwed up implications such as heaven completely stripping human souls of their previous identities to better fit whatever role they need to play “for the greater good of all angels”

2. The second theory is that, much like Hell, Heaven has both earthly souls that have ascended and heaven-born angels that hold higher rank. This theory is also pretty solidified by the presence of a clear defined ranking system in the angels that seems to have more to do with bloodline (Emily and Sera) that with deserved power being passed down.

If this were the truth though, that would mean that some heaven-born angels were created (spawned? born?) simply to serve as exorcists. Kind of like the “guard class” of bees in a hive that are already born with the attack skills and genetics they need to defend their Queen. That would be why Adam named Vaggie, because working as an exorcist would be all she’d ever known at the time.

TLDR: it’s fucked up no matter how you look at it

[crowclubkaz]

😈📚 characters from hazbin hotel as books 📚😈

i finally got around to posting all of these on my bookstagram, and i figured i'd post them here too! putting this together was so much fun that i just had to share. full book list below the cut!

👑 Charlie: - Tress of the Emerald Sea by Brandon Sanderson - One Last Stop by Casey McQuiston

✖️ Vaggie: - The Bandit Queens by Parini Shroff - Hopepunk by Preston Norton

🎥 Angel Dust: - Rented Heart by Garrett Leigh - Gay Bar: Why We Went Out by Jeremy Atherton Lin ♣️ Husk: - The Lost Weekend by Charles Jackson - The Gambler by Fyodor Dostoevsky

📻 Alastor: - A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summers - Lost Signals by Max Booth III

🧹 Niffty: - Maid by Stephanie Land - The Dead Janitor's Club by Jeff Klima

🍎 Lucifer: - Angels Before Man by rafael nicolás - Dayspring by Anthony Oliveria

🐍 Sir Pentious: - Soulless by Gail Carriger - Boneshaker by Cherie Priest

💣 Cherri Bomb: - Girls to the Front by Sara Marcus - We Sold Our Souls by Grady Hendrix

🚬 Valentino: - Snuff by Chuck Palahniuk - Getting Off: Pornography and the End of Masculinity by Robert Jensen

📺 Vox: - Universal Harvester by John Darnielle - White Noise by Don DeLillo

📱 Velvette: - The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisberger - Followers by Megan Angelo

🎸 Adam: - Fifty Shades of Grey by E.L. James - Why Men Love Bitches by Sherry Argov

🗡️ Lute: - Joan by Katherine J. Chen - The Valkyrie by Kate Heartfield

😇 Sera: - The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom - Dark Rise by C.S. Pacat

��� Emily: - Halo by Alexandra Adornetto - Blue Skies by T.L. Martin

🥀 Rosie: - In the Garden of Spite by Camilla Bruce - Woman Eating by Claire Kohda

👸 Lilith: - Lilith by Eve Marmery - Jezebel by Megan Barnard

[deadghosy]

HOW THEY REACT TO CHILD READER GETTING BULLIED:

Various x GN! CHILD READER

LUCIFER

You were in your chamber holding your busted up backpack as your father comes in happy to see his little angel after school. As he walks in your room he sees your deflated attitude as it affects him as well.

“What’s wrong darling?”

Is what he says as he keeps a calm posture until reveal to him that you are getting by the kids. You told him how the teachers don’t do shit for you as they only watch you get bullied and give shitty advice for you to only ignore them and not do anything as they do stuff to you.

Well, that drives your father, the king himself, THE BIG BOSS OF HELL HIMSELF TO FUMES!

His eyes turning a flashing red as the next thing you know he poofed into a red mist.

You were confused until you heard screaming outside, you checked your big window to see your school in flames. And holy shit….the worse teacher is on fire as Lucifer chuckles saying.

“DONT FUCK WITH MY CHILD!”

He calmed down when he came back home telling you gently that you are now home schooled. He also brings you your favorite ice cream.

ALASTOR

Alastor hums walking through the hotel’s hallway until he hears sniffles of yours.

Alastor opens your door confused with a small smile to see his little doe curled up like a ball on your bed

“My doe…what’s wrong?”

The moment you mutter that you are getting picked on. They’re already dead.

Like literally he sends his shadows to kill them. He doesn’t care as long as you feel safe and sound.

He might as well home school you as well with the help of Charlie teaching you things beside him.

ADAM

I HARDLYYYYY doubt that there are bullies in heaven as heaven isn’t for sinners or such as people who act rude as hell.

But let’s just say you get bullied for not getting your wings yet and you come home mad and ashamed for even being an angel.

Adam was on his Xbox seeing his own child stomp off to their room, he raises a brow going to your room.

“Yo kiddo. What’s up with you, little shit?” He asked as he knocks on your door only for you to yell at him to leave you alone. Adam scoffs and unlocks your door pissed off.

“Who the fuck you think you’re…yelling at?” He stops seeing your tear filled face as you cover yourself under your blanket. He actually looks concerned and sits on your bed awkwardly not knowing how to comfort you but he pats your back as you nuzzle against his larger Frame of your father.

You told him what happened and he is pissed but not raged. He starts to lecture you about how you are the dickmaster’s child, so you should show them how fucking powerful you are.

He also tells sera about this so she can get them a punishment about how be a perfect angel.

CHARLIE

You straight up told her you were getting bullied for having two moms. And she took this to the principal of the school as the princess, future queen probably of hell.

Let’s say the principal didn’t give a fuck. So okay maybe she got big mad and almost spit fire at the lady in charge of your school. But she exited that school letting you treat yourself with ice cream and treats.

She decided to homeschool you with VAGGIE and the other hotel staff to teach you things they know.

“Mommy has a treat for you!”

It was the best day ever for you as you felt happy to spending time with your mom.

Maybe it won’t be bad to be homeschooled

VAGGIE

You got bullied for the same reason.

Having two awesome gay moms. Of course you told your mom straight up as she nodded scheduling to meet the kid’s parents. She’s not backing down like a pussy cause she wants to know why they want to bully her kid.

After the little conference filled of yelling and berating to the point vaggie thrown a pocket knife pass a person (pilot reference) she left picking you off fuming with steam.

Of course Charlie calmed her down and suggested you either get homeschooled or find a better school. Which VAGGIE will agree either way with one of them.

“Let’s go home kiddo. Your momma is making your favorite…”

“YAYY!”

ANGEL DUST

He obviously didn’t know what to do.

You got bullied by your peers as one of the older kids figured out that your father is an adult actor. I mean damn. You fought back saying that you didn’t care and he stilled loved you.

But then your ass got cracked and you had to tell your father

Angel dust just takes you out of school and let’s Charlie teach you things so he can figure out how to make you feel safe at another school of such

“DONT worry kid. I’ll figure a way for me to a shame to you.

“But you aren’t! I love you papa!”

HUSK

You’re getting bullied?

Bet.

Literally he isn’t gonna do shit, he is just gonna go to that school obverse and single them out for bullying his child. He doesn’t give a shit if it’s a kid as well.

He might as well be the kinda of dad that lets you fight your own battles. But he can’t let you just come home crying about how shitty your school is.

“Wanna chill with your old man?”

“Sure pops…”

PENTIOUS

Sir Pentious was bringing you cookies like the one he made for Lucifer. He hums happily with his egg boiz behind him. He walks in your room to see one of his egg boiz, Frank patting your back while you cry softly.

“DONT worry lil boss. I think you’re amazing!” Frank says as Pentious was confused and sit the cookies down. Your snake father asked what was wrong when you told him what happened after school.

Pentious pufffs out his chest as he kisses your head and leaves the hotel to talk to Charlie about this event. Charlie have a decent answer to either talk to the kids parents or homecschool at least. But Pentious felt like that wasn’t enough.

So he bombed their houses with his egg boiz as he came back to the hotel to see Frank and you eating snacks Charlie and vaggie made you to feel better. Your snake father slithered next to you and pats your head.

“Now they shall never bother you again!” *evil laughter*

[jollmaster]

redesign trivia: Velvette

° Velvette knows that she's a queen, and she adores to show it off

° somali roots (from mother's side)

° quite short in stature

° almond-shaped violet eyes combined with dark skin

° fluffy, curly hair

° doesn't like skirts; likes tops with cleavage or sheer fabric

° stripes

° vibrant make-up

° sometimes paints designs on body that refer to her native weaving culture

main gang: Vaggie, Charlie, Angel Dust, Niffty, sir Pentious, Cherri Bomb, Husk, Alastor

Heaven: Adam, Eve, Lute, Emily, Sera

Adam and Eve's children: Cain, Abel, Seth, Awan, Azura

Hell: Lilith, Lucifer, Seviathan, Helsa, Razzle and Dazzle

Vees: Vox, Valentino

overlords: Zestial, Rosie, Carmilla Carmine, Odette and Clara, Flaming Skull Guy

friends and relatives: Mimzy, Arackniss, Molly, Alastor's mom, Alastor's father

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

I was wanting to do an Adamsapple AU storyline with you if you are cool with my idea. Basically not long after Lilith disappears Lucifer and Adam come with an idea to keep the peace between Heaven and Hell. Adam will marry Lucifer and become his Queen since he could no longer lead the charge against Hell as Lucifer’s Queen. But Adam must also wear a wedding gown at the ceremony, become a fallen angel as part of the ceremony, and bear Lucifer at least one child. Through this Adam starts to feel certain feelings that he thought were lost many years ago, the same for Lucifer. Also have protective and loving mother Sera too because I love it.

*this wasn’t a typical meeting that Lucifer had requested from Adam the first man, father of humanity, and leader of the Exorcists, he seemed to genuinely find a way to bring peace between Heaven and Hell so Extermination Day would stop, Adam couldn’t help but feel intrigued he didn’t like seeing his descendants being killed in spite of how he acted in public, Adam was even willing to go to Heaven’s Embassy in person instead of as a projection, he was thankful for the helmet that covered his face when Lucifer entered the room while Adam tried to keep thinking of Lucifer that way after what he did to him 10,000 years ago*

OMG I FUCKING LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!!

And sure! We can do a story line :)

Adam cleared his throat, it had been a good while since he saw Lucifer: Okay I'm here. I got your vague as shit message for this meeting.

Lucifer folded his hands together and placed them on the table: I'm glad you could make it Adam.

Adam: Well I don't have all day so why don't we get to the point.

Lucifer: Alright if that's what you want.

Adam: It is.

Lucifer: I believe I have found a way to bring peace to both Heaven and Hell.

Adam raised a brow: Oh, and what exactly would that be?

[hazbin-a-helluvamagines]

hey, can you do rosie, carmilla and sera x platonic! adopted son! male! reader with depresion and androphobia like in my last request

"Momma's Boy" ; Carmilla Carmine, Rosie, Sera

She's one of the fiercest defenders of anyone who needs it, honestly, and she's very glad you're comfortable with women.

It doesn't take long at all for her to take you in, integrating you into her family and getting you acquainted with Odette and Clara, who eagerly accept you as another Carmine.

If you're comfortable with it, she'll also make you part of Carmine Arms Dealing, but if not, no pressure. She won't force you.

If your father is already in Hell... well, don't expect him to be for long. :)

Odette and Clara help hide the body.

The same fate to whoever intentionally disrespects or makes you uncomfortable, actually.

"And what do you think you're doing, violating my children's security in their own space?"

- Carmilla, after stiletto-ing someone's hand off for making you uncomfortable and refusing to back off.

Doesn't really understand mental health much, since she's more focused on physical safety.

Fortunately for you, your new sisters can help you with that, instead. :)

Rosie is just the sweetest! It doesn't take long to open up to her about your past at all, and she immediately takes you in as her own!

She'll probably over-baby you, asking if you "want Mama to do that for you?", "need help with that?", etc. It's a little annoying, but her heart is in the right place.

"C'mon, baby doll! Tell Mama Rosie all about it!"

She's honestly really hard to say no to because she's so sweet.

Understands mental health a little better than Carmilla, but not enough to help you, herself, so she takes you to see a therapist.

A female therapist, of course.

And she'll go with whatever treatment she recommends and you're comfortable with, whether that be CBT, hypnosis, medication, or anything else along that line.

She's also not above threatening people who frighten you on purpose, either.

"Hmm... Y'know, sweetheart, you remind me of my first husband! I'd say he could tell ya himself, but sadly, my steak can't talk anymore."

That tends to shut people up, quickly and easily.

She'll take you in, but... unconventionally. You won't become a Seraphim or anything, but she'll keep you close by at all times, not trusting anyone in case something happens to you.

Fortunately, there are places in Heaven for people with phobias like yours.

She'll keep any men she possibly can away from you, and won't hesitate to reprimand anyone she spots making you uncomfortable. After all, who would defy their benevolent queen?

"Excuse me, but I have to ask you to stop what you're doing. My dear son isn't comfortable with this kind of attention."

And like the protective mama bear she is, she'll shield you with her wings and let you play with them if you want while she handles the situation, if it keeps you calm.

Like Rosie, she gets you a therapist, and does whatever technique suggested, just wanting to see you get better and be okay again.

If your father ever somehow did make it to Heaven, she'd have a bone to pick with God, himself over it, wondering how he could let someone so cruel into paradise.

"What kind of joke is this? You represent purity, yet you let this filth into our midst?"

She also uses her angelic powers to soothe your mind at times if it ever gets to be too much for you. She knows all too well what painful memories can do to a person.

And best of all? You get to be like a brother to Emily! It's a win-win all around, really!

[qu1cks1lversb1tch]

You | Lute x Redeemed!Sinner

Warnings: post season one by two months BUT Adam miraculously survived, Lute was able to get her arm regrown by some divine intervention, Lute being a bitch 97% of the time, Adam being Adam, reader being a sweetheart, strong language, some derogatory nicknames towards sinners, reader is HEAVILY implied to be a bisexual (real queen shit), WxW, probably very out of character for both Lute and Adam — but I've never written for either of them before ✨

Word Count: 3.2K

Summary: you were a redeemed sinner, yet Lute still hated you. . . Though soon, things would change for the better.

A/N — Silva is Latin for Forest *** (I know, I'm so creative). The sick meal is something I love even when I'm not sick, but feel free to imagine whatever you want for it :) but remember: ALWAYS WASH YOUR RICE

The sky brightened, bringing along with it the dawn of your first day in Heaven. Having been a long time resident of the Hazbin Hotel, you were as skeptical as the others, but played your part in wanting Charlie's dreams to come true. 

You were the first official resident, though more of an employee by the time Angel Dust came around, and a friend — a damned good one — to anyone who came through those doors. 

It didn't matter who they were. Whether it was Alastor, Husk, or even Lucifer himself, it didn't matter. You were an excellent listener.

Perhaps that was part of the reason you had been redeemed. 

It was possible that the other part of the reason why was because you regretted your singular act of immoral wrath when you were alive and you thought about it every day. 

You had walked the straight and narrow your entire life — married young and planned on having children once you were out of college and had a stable job. . . Then your husband cheated on you with his co-worker and it was as if you were possessed by blind rage. You killed him. 

You didn't kill her — she didn't know you existed, so you let her live. . . Then she found out of your existence rather quickly and karma came in the form of a pissed off woman wearing cheap perfume and fake red bottoms. 

So you crash landed into Hell immediately. No trial in purgatory. Straight into the melting pot of horrendous historical figures that you had been forced to write essays about in High School and people like you, who did one wrong thing. 

Watching the sun rise for the first time in almost ten years, you supposed you owed it all to Charlie. Having her as a supportive friend throughout your stay. 

First to arrive, second to be redeemed. 

The halo and wings were an odd feeling compared to the horns and sharp tail. . . As well as the white, light blue, and gold version of the outfit you were wearing when you ascended. Odd but welcomed. 

“Thank you.” You whispered aloud, sitting on the dock behind the building you had been guided to upon your arrival just hours before, surrounded by the water that was completely unaffected by murkiness or toxic waste. It was the cleanest water you'd ever seen. 

Wind chimes sang in the breeze that slightly rippled the top of the vast lake, distorting the reflected pinks and yellows of the golden sunrise. 

Voices drew closer, yet they didn't matter as the air warmed comfortably, the sun rising higher and higher in the blue sky. 

It was nice seeing blue instead of red. It felt human. It felt calm. 

“[Y/N]?” A voice called out and you turned around to face the newcomer. 

A smile broke out on your face as you came to see Sera with Sir Pentious and Emily at her side. The younger seraphim was buzzing with excitement. 

You carefully stood so as to not fall into the lake, approaching them slowly. “It's good to see you again, Pentious.” You said, hugging the former snake demon. 

He returned the quick embrace and blushed, just like he did when you were both in Hell. You and Charlie were the first to give him a chance. “You too missss [Y/N]. . .” 

You smiled at him once again before turning to Emily, who seemed to be the one temporarily in charge. “Welcome to Heaven! There's so much for you to see and do! But first, do you have any questions?”

“Where exactly in Heaven are we?” You questioned, gesturing to the lake with trees to either side, but with water for as far as you could see. 

“You're at the Silva Lake house.” Sera spoke up. “It was built when Sir Pentious arrived, as a way to prepare him for the eyes of the other angels who never set foot in Hell. . . As well as a potential sanctuary for any other sinners who may be redeemed along the way, such as yourself.”

A sanctuary for the redeemed made perfect sense when you thought about it. Heaven had to do something to not only make up for the mistake in leadership that led to the annual Extermination Day, but they couldn't just throw former sinners into society without getting them used to the new conditions. 

It would be like bringing a knife to a gunfight. . . They'd be ill prepared and it wouldn't look good for anyone, especially the higher-ups. 

“So, what do we have to do?” 

This time it was Emily who replied to you. “Just be here and show us that you have no problem learning how things work up here. . . It's not too complicated, but there are a few new rules in place after recent events. . . But don't worry! I'm sure you'll both be fine!” She smiled brightly, clapping her hands together. 

You could only hope everything would be alright.

Two weeks after your arrival, you had begun to think that you could handle the new realm in which you resided. 

At the Silva Lake house, you had a set routine which consisted of a lovely breakfast with Sir Pentious in the breakfast nook, morning lessons with Emily, a silent nature stroll with Sera, a trip to the city — just barely inside the limits — purely so you could see what you'd eventually be joining, and dinners alone because Sir Pentious was allowed to stay in the city longer than you and go further because he had been there longer.

It was nice to have a schedule, but having the same one every day was beginning to bore you. At least Charlie's schedules had made room for stuff outside of trust exercises. . . Stuff like hotel movie nights, family dinners, and fun outings. 

Two weeks and you thought you were ready. A five minute meeting was all it took for that false sense of readiness to fly out the window. 

One look in the golden eyes of the woman who would've killed you less than three months ago, had it not been for Vaggie stepping in, was enough to make you feel as if your leg was still stuck under the burning pile of rubble with an angelic blade mere inches away from your throat. 

The pain and any physical indication of it happening was long gone, but the memory was still there as if it had just happened moments ago. 

Yet you still regarded her as if she was an inhabitant of the hotel — with a smile and an open mind. 

Your welcoming smile was met with a glare of disdain from the exorcist angel, who looked as if she'd try to kill you again if you so much as breathed wrong in her direction. 

Shockingly, Adam, who had been uncharacteristically quiet during the whole meeting, was more open to conversing with you than Lute was. This was all part of Heaven's new plan. 

Forgiveness. 

Sera wanted you to forgive Lute for the part she played in almost killing you and your friends. 

She wanted Sir Pentious to forgive Adam for ‘killing’ him during the battle. 

And she wanted them to forgive the both of you for the roles played in the battle, despite you avoiding the battle where you could. 

“I sincerely apologize for the role I played in the battle that cost you many angels.” You said, catching Emily giving you two thumbs up from behind the two. 

“Now, Lute. . . Apologize to her.” Sera ordered lightly. 

The exorcist crossed her arms. “No. Why should I have to apologize to a lowly sinner?” She scoffed. “Not happening.”

You frowned. Lowly sinner? Ouch. . . 

“She is redeemed, Lute —”

“Is she? She looks the same. A wardrobe makeover doesn't change who someone is. And she practically reeks of Hell.” Lute turned her nose up at you. 

“I think that's enough for this evening, Sera. . . Adam, Lute. . . I apologize once again and hope you can find it within your hearts to forgive me.” You then turned away and walked towards your room.

“Sure thing, Bitch!” Adam called out just before your bedroom door closed roughly with a click. 

Lowly sinner? Reeking of Hell? 

The words stung. . . You should be mad, or even mildly frustrated. . . But you're more disappointed. Even when Adam, Lute, and the other exorcists were attacking your friends, you had been nice. . . But they didn't seem to care. It felt like you were redeemed for nothing. 

So you laid on your bed in silence, with tears unwillingly cascading down your cheeks, until your usual dinner time rolled around and Emily coaxed you out before she and Sera left. 

As you warmed up a prepped meal, you noticed that Adam and Lute were still there at the lake house, though neither paid any mind to you. Not while you milled about the kitchen. Not while you ate. 

The only time they paid any attention to you was when you walked across the far side of the living room to reach the bathroom for your evening shower. Even then, Lute only glared while Adam made derogatory comments about joining you in the shower. 

You ignored both of them, and when you came out of the bathroom, they were no longer in the living room, so you assumed they left. 

It became evident just hours later that they, in fact, hadn't left. The dead giveaway was the loud rock music that played from the TV in the living room, during a time you knew Sir Pentious was asleep — and the former snake demon didn't care for rock all that much. He was more of a classical music guy, but he could also get behind r&b. 

And you knew with the time, Sera and Emily wouldn't be around for another four hours.

You wanted to ignore it. Oh you tried so hard to ignore it, going as far as to cover your head with one of your pillows. . . But you could still hear it. And now you couldn't fall back asleep. 

Trying was pointless. 

Your morning started two hours earlier than it usually did, which unironically gave you time to do things that you couldn't do with the tight schedule. . . Like having morning coffee by the lake as the sun rose, breakfast that wasn't cereal or freezer waffles, or even a nice little swim with a shower after.

“What the fuck, dude?” You heard Adam's tired voice yell from the opposite side of the lake house, the music immediately muting. 

Lute's more awake voice could be heard through the walls, but you were unable to make out anything she was saying. . . So you sighed and went on to make a nice breakfast, in hopes it would help set the mood for the day. 

A good mood for a good day — hopefully. 

Adam and Lute weren't allowed to leave until all was forgiven and peace was made between the four of you. Orders from the almighty creator who hadn't taken too kindly to Sera, Lute, and Adam attempting to play God in his absence. 

What shocked you the most was Emily canceling lessons for the foreseeable future, purely because she could, saying ‘you've been at this for a while, you deserve a break so you're not burnt out’.

It was almost laughable. 

After the disruptive morning of rock n’ roll, you went back to the regular schedule for the most part. . . But before you knew it, you had been in Heaven for a month and your limits were being tested. 

Your food had gone missing from the fridge. 

Your laundry had gotten mixed up, despite being separated by your hand. . . Which resulted in two of your brand new favorite shirts to shrink in the dryer — you still wore them anyway.

Things you set down were never where you placed them. 

At first it drove you crazy — you thought you were losing your mind. Until Sir Pentious had come to you one late evening and revealed something he noticed. 

Lute had been either eating your food or throwing it away. 

Lute had been the one switching your laundry around. 

Lute had been the one moving everything you set down. 

You couldn't understand why someone would go to such lengths to inconvenience you when you had been so accommodating for the both of them. . . So you ignored her. 

And it pissed her off. 

How dare you ignore her existence while she was cursing yours? 

One evening, you were making a nice, hearty meal because you and Sir Pentious had fallen victim to the early autumn allergy fueled cold. It was something your parents would've made whenever you were feeling under the weather — you were just glad the ingredients were in the house. 

Adam entered the kitchen without his mask and opened the fridge as you were opening the cabinet that was filled with bowls and plates. 

“Whatcha makin’, Hot Stuff?” Adam questioned, closing the fridge. 

You glanced at him confused before opting to reply, rather than questioning anything he called you. At least he wasn't calling you sinner scum. 

“Dinner.” You croaked in reply, using a pot holder to lift the lid off of the large pan where thinly sliced and seasoned steak was simmering in a homemade mushroom gravy. You then gestured to the pot of fluffy white rice next to the pan of cauliflower. (Again, it's one of my favorites — so delicious.)

“There's plenty for you and Lute to join us, if you'd like to.” You almost lost your voice by the end of the sentence, but the first man heard you. 

“Yeah, okay. . . It looks more edible than that shit in the freezer — whatever the fuck that is.”

You would've laughed if you knew you wouldn't have landed yourself in a coughing fit. So you settled for a smile as you plated up the food. 

“It looks disgusting.” Lute sneered from the doorway. 

Immediately, your smile dropped and your fork clattered onto the wooden table. “Then don't eat it.” You snapped, taking your seat as Sir Pentious slithered into the kitchen. 

“This shit looks good as fuck, Danger Tits.” Adam shoved a fork full of steak in his mouth and released a downright sinful moan. “You're missin’ out.”

Sir Pentious nodded in agreement, eating what was on his plate relatively quickly. You appreciated Adam and Pentious trying to make things better, even if Adam was using his own way to make it seem so. . .

But you were slowly losing your patience, which became evident by the way you verbally snapped.

Lute didn't speak to you — or rather speak down to you for a few days, but she lingered while Adam got to know you better. . . She seemed rather put off with how things were going. 

Like how when you couldn't reach something, completely uncomfortable with using your new wings, Adam would grab it without stopping whatever conversation was going on. 

Or when he'd offer to make dinner (or buy dinner for everyone) just so you could have a break. 

Or even now when you were draping your towel over a chair on the back deck, prior to your swim in the lake, and he happened to be out there in the sun. You heard him mention something about you being ‘hot as fuck’ in your swimsuit, but you mostly ignored him, aside from a light blush dusting your cheeks. 

From him, she learned your favorite color, your favorite animal, your favorite everything, basically. . . And when your eyes found Lute, she was glaring at Adam, not you, for once. 

Rather than questioning it, you accepted it and found your way into the lake where eventually, they both joined you at a distance. You felt oddly alone, since Sir Pentious had decided to stay in — he still wasn't feeling the best, so you urged him to rest, claiming you'd be fine. 

Lute seemed to be attempting to drown Adam and he took it in a playful way, yelling and laughing loudly while she splashed him and jumped on top of him — something that seemed out of character for her. 

Though they both soon went underwater and just as you decided you were ready to go in, you were pulled under and came face to face with Lute. Your eyes widened as your heart beat rapidly in your chest. 

She wasn't glaring at you. . . There was no animosity behind her gaze, her hands locked onto your arms. She smirked after what felt like an eternity and pulled you back up to the surface with her. 

“Stay away from her, Adam.” Lute practically growled, holding you close. 

This was odd. It felt so wrong, but it felt so right having her arms wrapped around your waist. She hadn't touched you until then, so you weren't sure what to make of the situation.

“So you finally —”

“Shut up!”

Adam only smirked and shot out of the water, going to dry off on the deck. 

“I suppose we need to talk?” You questioned softly. 

Lute nodded and released her hold on you so that the two of you could reach the deck once more. 

You sat in the chair that Adam had previously occupied and she turned one to face you, taking a seat there. She stayed silent for a few minutes, watching you dry your hair and wrap your towel around your shoulders. 

Lute then took another moment to admire the way the late morning light caught on your face, before she spoke. 

“I was wrong about you. . . There's sinners who don't deserve good things and then there's you. . . I — you. . . You've proven yourself and. . . I'm sorry for how things have been since I showed up.”

You smiled at the apology, finally looking into her golden eyes. “You're forgiven. . . But if I might ask. . . Why did you hate me so much?” 

She became nervous, you could see it. 

“I thought you might be as bad as the regular sinners — I know what you did when you were alive and I know that's why you went to Hell. . . But these last few weeks showed me why you wound up here.” Something akin to adoration laced her tone and you blushed under her gaze. 

It was such a quick change. . . But it seemed like a good one. It seemed like common knowledge that she wasn't the greatest at expressing emotions, having been so deep in her work for the longest time.

Before you could open your mouth to reply, your heart bursted as a new sensation graced you — Lute's lips on yours. You felt your heartbeat quicken once again and your face heated up violently. 

She pulled away a moment later, stuttering out an apology. 

“I shouldn't have — hmph!” 

You immediately shut her up with another quick kiss before leaving a sweet peck on her cheek once you had removed your lips from hers. “I didn't mind. . . If this has the chance of becoming something, I want there to be communication. . . If you're okay with that. . ?”

“That's fine. . . [Y/N]?”

“Hmm?”

“We forgive you. . . I forgive you.”

You grinned and stood from your seat, reaching your hand out for Lute. “Wonderful. . . How about some lunch?” 

She snorted and shook her head, but still stood and took your hand, allowing you to guide her into the lake house for lunch. 

She sat beside you while everyone ate, shutting Adam down the moment he looked like he was going to open his mouth and say something stupid — which was often. 

You were happy and hopeful. Maybe this could grow into something beautiful. . . Maybe this could be your forever relationship. 

Just maybe. 

Additional A/N — if anyone wants the Fem!Redeemed!Sinner x Lute story to continue, requests are open! Give me ideas!

[knight-a3]

Hazbin Hotel Sketchbook Tour Part 12

Masterpost

A couple familiar faces before moving on to Emily and Sera.

Design notes under the cut

So I personally think the angels should appear more human. Everyone always talks about "biblically accurate angels", but they will often appear as just a regular looking person as well. There's a video on YouTube by Metatron that goes in depth about true biblically accurate angels, if you're interested. He's a linguist and a history enthusiast.

Anyway, I basically just wanted to give them noses. And also tweak their outfits so they make more sense to me. I'm not quite done figuring out the outfits though.

Also, I didn't want to deal with their wings constantly, so they can appear and disappear at will. My thought is that they're made of light or something. If you've seen the Tinkerbell movies, I imagined it sorta like Queen Clarion's wings. But idk how committed I am to that idea.

[pastel-kaleesh]

Emily and Sera redesigns!!!

Okay so La Vivziepoop said "Oh I want my angels to be Black" but then they're ashy and horribly conveyed as Black.

And also why were the Seraphims weak?? Don't they reside at God's throne and are the most powerful of all the angels? Well basically in Redemption Resort, they are. Sera is the queen of the Heaven born Angels who resides at God's throne with her daughter Celeste, who will be her heir. Sera is the Great Mother of the Heaven Born Angels and was the mother of Lucifer among others. Once he fell, she didn't want to associate with him and when Celeste met Charlie, she was forced to treat her like an acquaintance rather than a new friend. Instead of the Hazbins fighting the Army of Heaven, their first enemies are actually the Overlords and Charlie's meeting was for her plan to redeem her friends. Sera and Celeste are the most powerful angels and conceal their true forms, as they are power wasting. Celeste is seen as a young child-like apparition and instead of having chemistry with Charlie, she just acts like a sort of friendly classmate type and shows her around Heaven. Currently Sera is training Celeste to control her powers and is also helping her improve on her flying. Sera is 8 feet tall and Celeste is about 6 feet tall. I felt like the Seraphims would be exaggeratedly tall to emphasize their power and rank.

[rainforestakiie]

hi! i wrote a small oneshot using an known theme. were two people who 'hate' eachother are trapped in a room together and can only leave if they sleep together. haha.

it got too long so i posted what i have. misunderstandings, loving sister-like figures and so on!

adamsapple and lilve!

Come with Me Part 01

This was the last thing Adam expected. What was supposed to be a typical, tedious meeting had become something else entirely. The annual gathering between Heaven and Hell was meant to cover whatever Sera deemed important these days, though Adam was often left wondering why his presence was required at all. Neither side cared for his input or even acknowledged his existence. Normally, Adam would sit off to the side, lost in his thoughts, patiently waiting for the tiresome ordeal to end.

The King of Hell and the Queen of Heaven rarely noticed him. Adam was there merely because Sera and Michael insisted on it. He would have much preferred to retreat into the solitude of his room, away from the Winners and his new Guardian Angel, Emily. It was easier to vanish in his own corner of the universe. He often wondered why Eve never had to endure these meetings. She was lucky.

Since their deaths, they had been tethered together, though Adam despised the constant attention of the Winners, while Eve relished it. She adored being adored. Over time, the truth about their strained relationship in life became clear. They hadn’t truly loved each other, not in the way the angels had intended. They were more like siblings, with Eve treating Adam like a younger brother—an absurd notion, in Adam’s opinion. After all, he had come first, hadn’t he?

Eve’s love life, on the other hand, had blossomed in secret with another woman, someone Adam had yet to meet but who, by Eve’s account, was everything she deserved and more. Their relationship remained a clandestine affair, always under the watchful eye of Sera, whose wrath would be merciless if she ever found out.

As Adam stepped into the grand hall, he paused, puzzled by the silence that greeted him. "Where is everyone?" His voice echoed throughout the vast chamber, making him flush with embarrassment.

The hall, split in two with one half bathed in celestial blues and whites, the other in infernal reds and blacks, was empty. The rows of chairs were deserted—no Sera with her stern, disapproving glare; no icy indifference from Lilith; no smug, taunting grin from Lucifer. Even Michael, with his usual cold detachment, was nowhere to be seen. It was unsettlingly quiet.

Adam wondered if he could leave. If no one was present, what was the point in staying? But, of course, the universe had other plans. One of the grand, crimson thrones that belonged to Hell’s royal family swivelled slowly towards him. Lounging lazily in the chair was Lucifer, his crimson and amber eyes half-lidded, his serpentine tail flicking back and forth like a bored cat.

“Oh.” Adam frowned, locking eyes with the devil himself.

“Just little old me, I’m afraid,” Lucifer drawled, his voice dripping with amusement.

Adam stood there, speechless. It had been centuries since it was just the two of them. Not since Eden. Not since before Lilith had appeared. Being alone with Lucifer now, after all this time, felt wrong, unsettling. His skin tingled with unease, a shiver running down his spine. Every instinct screamed at him to leave, to slam the hall doors shut behind him, and maybe even convince Eve to take over these cursed meetings in his place.

"Aw," Lucifer cooed mockingly, that insufferable grin spreading across his sharp features. His tail continued to sway, taunting Adam with its slow rhythm. "Judging by that look on your face, you’re not thrilled to see me, Addie~."

The sound of the nickname made Adam’s stomach churn. Addie. He hadn’t been called that since Eden, a lifetime ago, before the fall, before the heartache. The name carried with it a wave of old wounds, of pain buried deep within him. He hated it. It reminded him of the first time his heart had shattered, of the bitter tears he’d shed alone in that cursed garden.

"Where’s the Queen?" Adam deflected, his voice tight, unwilling to utter her name. The familiar ache of loss welled up inside him, constricting his throat.

Lucifer’s eyes flickered with something—regret?—but it vanished as quickly as it had come. “Lilith finds these meetings... tiresome. She prefers more interesting company.”

There it was—a thinly veiled insult, cutting as always. Adam had never understood why both Lilith and Lucifer seemed to harbour such animosity toward him. It wasn’t as though he had betrayed them to the angels, sending them to their damnation. When he had discovered them with Eve, he had turned away without a word, refusing to get involved.

He hadn’t wanted to be caught in the middle of their twisted web. And yet, here he was, punished alongside them, cast out for simply existing. The angels had blamed him for allowing it all to happen, for letting Eve be swayed by temptation. What could he have done? Shadow her every move? Chain her to him? Eve had her own will, her own desires, and Adam had vowed never to impose on another soul after Lilith’s rejection. He had learned the hard way that love couldn’t be forced.

Granted, he had only wanted both Lucifer and Lilith to look at him, to stop ignoring him and spent time with him, but it had only pushed them further away. So, when Eve was presented to him, Adam had vowed for one: not to get too close and attached and two: not to impose himself on her. He thought it would keep her close but alas, it did not.

Perhaps that was why their relationship had soured on Earth. Eve had tried to reconnect, to apologize for past wrongs, but Adam had remained distant. Unless it concerned their children or their survival, he kept their conversations brief and cold. It hurt her—he knew it did—but he was still healing himself. In the afterlife, they had finally found some semblance of peace.

Eve had come to realize that while she could apologize, Adam didn’t have to accept it. They had grown more like siblings than anything else, and Eve had eventually let go, allowing the ghosts of the past to rest. It was better that way. Adam was happier in his quiet solitude, away from the complexities of love and heartache.

"Well, it seems neither Sera nor Michael is coming today. I’m going to leave," Adam said, perhaps too hastily, as Lucifer’s brow furrowed in response. But Adam didn’t care. He needed to escape. He couldn’t bear being alone with Lucifer, not again.

It was easier when there were others around. Lucifer had never made Adam a priority, not even when it had mattered most. And though it had once broken his heart, now Adam preferred it that way.

Let Lucifer find his amusement elsewhere. Adam had no desire to be the devil’s focus anymore. He was content to be forgotten, a shadow in the background, with no friends, only a sister with whom he shared a lifetime of scars and regrets.

Adam turned sharply, making a beeline for the grand double doors at the far end of the hall. They gleamed under the celestial light, their golden surfaces shimmering like a beacon of salvation. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around the ornate handles with determination.

"Aw, are you really going to leave me all alone in here?" Lucifer’s teasing voice echoed behind him, thick with amusement. He had propped his elbows on the gleaming red side of the table, his sharp claws cradling his face like an innocent cherub. That infuriating grin only grew wider, splitting his face like a jagged crack.

"I don’t want to spend another second with you," Adam snapped, his voice trembling with barely concealed frustration. He tugged on the door handles, expecting freedom—but the doors refused to budge. They didn’t even shudder beneath his grip.

Lucifer’s chuckle filled the empty hall like a sinister melody. "Having trouble there, Addie?"

"S-Shut up," Adam stammered, feeling heat creep up his neck as he pulled harder on the handles. Still, nothing. It was as if the doors had been fused shut. He yanked again, desperation settling like a weight in his chest, but they remained obstinately closed, not even allowing a crack of escape.

"Are you really that desperate to get away from me?" Lucifer purred; his voice laced with mock hurt. His eyes gleamed with devilish delight, that ever-flickering tail swishing languidly behind him like a contented cat. "Ouch, Addie, that cuts deep."

Adam’s frustration mounted, his face flushing a deep shade of crimson as he yanked again, harder this time, his knuckles white against the gleaming gold. He needed to get out—now. He couldn’t bear to be trapped here, alone with the devil. His heart pounded with a rising sense of panic. Anywhere but here. Anyone but him.

He’d have preferred Lilith’s cold indifference over Lucifer’s relentless torment, any day of the week!

"Shut up," Adam hissed sharply, teeth clenched as he yanked on the golden doors with all his might. "Why won’t it open?"

“It’s not going to open~” Lucifer sang sweetly—too sweetly, a devilish glint in his eyes. “I would know. I’ve been trying to get out of Hell’s doors for the past hour.”

Adam froze. His breath caught in his throat as he slowly turned around, eyes narrowing into venomous slits. "What did you just say?"

Lucifer hummed innocently, flashing a careless shrug. "We're trapped, Addie. Can’t even open a portal."

Adam's face drained of emotion as the horrifying truth settled over him. Trapped. With Lucifer. With fucking Lucifer? His blood ran cold as the words echoed in his mind.

"Why?" he demanded, exasperated.

Lucifer shrugged again, his expression one of carefree mischief. “Beats me. I got a message this morning saying the meeting had been brought forward an hour.”

Adam opened his mouth, then closed it, nostrils flaring as his gaze darted around the grand hall. His heart plummeted like a stone into his stomach as he took in the familiar yet unsettling decor. His pristine, snow-white wings folded tightly against his back, the faint gleam of gold beginning to shimmer between the feathers, a change Adam had yet to notice. Instinctively, he edged back, pressing himself against the double doors leading to Heaven.

His wide eyes landed on something that made his pulse race with horror. "Why is there a bed here?!" he squawked, voice high with panic. "How long are we going to be locked in here?"

Lucifer’s eyes sparkled with smug amusement as he turned toward the heart-shaped bed pushed to the side, complete with scattered rose petals and overly frilly pillows. He let out a sharp snicker, baring his sharp teeth in a wicked grin. "Come on now, Addie, you’re not that innocent. You fathered humanity, after all. Surely you recognize a honeymoon suite when you see one?"

“Honeymoon attire...?” Adam repeated slowly, his brain struggling to catch up. As the meaning dawned on him, his face scrunched into a deep frown. He inched farther away from Lucifer, backing away from both the devil and the offending bed. “Ha ha, real funny…”

Lucifer’s grin only grew as he slipped off his regal throne, his movements as smooth and fluid as a serpent.

“You know that expression you’re making is rather insulting,” he purred.

“Oh really?” Adam grumbled, rolling his eyes and folding his arms across the soft white fabric of his tunic. “I’m so sorry if I’m not eager to—well, you know.”

Lucifer’s eyes gleamed with playful malice, his lips twisting into an even wider smirk. He sauntered closer, arms folded behind his back, as he prowled toward Adam. "I don’t remember you being so naïve, Addie. Has Sera really been sheltering you all this time?"

“Shut up," Adam snapped, his voice low and strained. He began shuffling along the wall, putting more distance between himself and the devil. He had no desire to continue this conversation. "Do us both a favour and don’t speak to me. Especially not about… that stuff."

Lucifer’s eyes twinkled mischievously as he continued to follow Adam’s retreat, his gaze slithering over Adam’s form. The thin white tunic Sera had dressed him in did little to hide his bare, porcelain legs.

"You know, Addie, you’ve been so sheltered by Sera that you probably haven’t learned the pleasures life—or death—can offer." Lucifer’s voice dropped to a low, sultry whisper. "And from my extensive experience, I happen to be an excellent teacher~"

Adam’s face burned with embarrassment, his fingers tugging at the hem of the short tunic, desperate to cover his exposed skin. Ever since he and Eve had died, Sera had forced them into these stereotypical angelic outfits—pure white tunics, sandals, and golden straps twining around their legs like vines. Adam despised it. The shame of it all gnawed at him, especially how the tunic barely reached mid-thigh. He longed for something longer, something to hide beneath, but Sera had always reprimanded him whenever he tried to cover up with his wings. She wanted him to walk through the Ring of Humility daily, as a reminder of his sins, until Emily intervened and lessened his punishment to twice a week. Still, Adam couldn’t shake the discomfort.

With no Sera around to scold him, Adam instinctively spread his left wing over his legs, shielding himself from Lucifer’s leering gaze. "I don’t want or need any lessons in that area," he spat coldly. "Especially from the likes of you."

Lucifer feigned a dramatic gasp, pressing a hand to his chest. "Ouch, Addie~ Such harsh words. I’m a perfect teacher—just ask your ex-wives! I’m sure they’d vouch for my skills."

Adam stiffened, his stomach twisting in knots at the painful memories. His lips pressed into a thin line as his mind involuntarily returned to Eden, to that night when he had woken alone in the dark. He could still hear those strange, intimate sounds echoing through the trees. His heart clenched painfully as he remembered searching for Eve, only to stumble upon... that.

“I’m sure they can,” Adam muttered quietly, his voice heavy with old hurt. "I’m sure they never complained about whatever you did to them... or taught them."

Lucifer paused, the smugness fading from his eyes as he tilted his head and frowned, sensing the deep wounds behind Adam’s words.

Lucifer averted his gaze with a quiet, almost wistful sigh, the flick of his arrowed tail slowing as it drooped ever so slightly. The silence that settled between them was thick with years of unspoken words, a soft, uneasy tension hovering in the air like a delicate butterfly unsure of where to land. After what felt like an eternity, Lucifer’s golden eyes drifted back to Adam, no longer laced with teasing but with an unexpected gentleness.

"Adam," he murmured softly, his voice devoid of its usual playful edge, "do you truly find no joy in intimacy?" His gaze searched Adam’s face, tender and almost vulnerable. "Not even with Eve?"

Adam shrugged, his arms wrapping tightly around himself as if he could protect his heart from old wounds. "It was never pleasurable," he replied, the words falling heavy and flat between them. "If that’s what you’re asking."

Lucifer blinked, surprise flickering across his features. "But you fathered so many children…" he ventured, the words slipping out as if even he wasn’t sure of them.

Adam shot him a deep, tired glare. "That was never important to me. We only did it when Sera decreed it—when there was a child to be conceived."

Lucifer nodded, his expression softening with something Adam couldn’t quite decipher. There was a whisper on his lips, so quiet it barely touched the air. "We figured as much, but Eve only told us so much... No wonder what I taught her didn’t work as well as we thought…"

Adam arched an eyebrow, glancing at Lucifer with a hint of curiosity. He strained to catch the murmured words but could make no sense of them. Shaking it off, his gaze drifted again, this time alighting on the small lanterns hanging above the table. They hadn’t been there before, delicate and softly glowing, casting a warm, romantic light across the room.

His eyes wandered back to the heart-shaped bed. He tried to resist, but something within him—an ember of fascination he couldn’t quite douse—pulled him to look again. The rose petals scattered across the silky sheets were undeniably beautiful, and the frilly pillows and soft quilts, though gaudy, looked inviting. But it was the small, duck-like plush that sat nestled in the center of the bed that caught his attention. It stirred a memory—a simple, tender moment from long ago, when he and Lucifer had once sat together in Eden, watching the ducks glide serenely across the water.

Meanwhile, Lucifer’s gaze remained fixed on Adam, his expression laced with an unexpected tenderness. He watched the subtle play of emotions on Adam’s face with a pang of bittersweet regret tightening in his chest. How had things gone so terribly wrong? Everything they had once dreamed of—everything he and Lilith had meticulously planned—had unravelled the moment Adam turned his back and walked away.

~#~

It was a windswept day in Eden, the breeze weaving through the garden, carrying with it the faintest hint of change. The sky, usually an endless stretch of blue, was crowded with thick clouds, more than usual, their dark bellies casting shadows across the once-brilliant paradise. Pockets of sunlight were sprinkled here and there, dappling the ground in an unusual mosaic of light and dark.

Lucifer spread his magnificent wings—feathers dipped in shades of gold, blue, and purest white—and glided effortlessly through the shifting currents of air. His piercing blue eyes squinted as he searched for the one who had long held his heart—the first human, the first man. His pulse quickened with excitement, a thrill running through him. It had been so long since he’d last set foot in Eden. Sera had become suspicious, and her jealousy had tethered him, restricting his visits.

Gabriel, however, had finally relented, agreeing to distract Sera long enough for Lucifer to slip through unnoticed. But as he glided above the garden, searching for Adam, he stumbled upon a figure that momentarily stilled his wings.

Lilith. The second human. She sat beneath the sprawling orange tree, elbows perched on her knees, fingers drumming restlessly against her cheeks. Her icy-blue eyes were distant, unfocused, as if lost in a trance.

From the very beginning, Lucifer hadn’t liked her. When she had been born from the river of flowers, something within him bristled at her presence. Especially when he saw the way Adam gazed at her with new eyes. His wings had puffed up in the past, the urge to shield Adam from her pulling at him like an instinctual force. His thoughts had been possessive—he wanted to pull Adam away and hiss like a dragon protecting its hoard. Worse still, Michael had ordered Lilith to be made in his own image, knowing full well Lucifer’s affection for Adam. At least Michael hadn’t breathed a word to Sera of what he mockingly called Lucifer’s “crush.” Ridiculous.

Still, Lucifer hesitated in his search, perching himself high in the branches of the orange tree. His gaze softened with confusion as he observed her. Normally, Lilith clung to Adam’s side, and Lucifer would have to work to pry Adam away from her. But now, seeing her alone, something tugged at his curiosity. He half-expected Adam to come running up to her, his boyish wonder gleaming in his eyes, eager to show her some smooth stone he’d discovered in the brook. There had been a time when Adam brought those stones to Lucifer instead.

Lilith let out a dramatic sigh, a strand of golden hair falling across her forehead, which she promptly blew out of her face in frustration.

“What’s the matter?” Lucifer called down to her, his curiosity getting the better of him. “You seem troubled.”

Lilith stiffened at his voice, her body going rigid as she looked up, surprise flashing across her face. “Spying on me now?” she retorted, her voice sharp.

“No,” Lucifer huffed, flapping down from the tree to prove it, landing gracefully before her. He glanced around with an air of thoughtfulness. “Where’s Adam?”

Lilith rolled her eyes, rising to her feet with a sigh. She dusted off her long golden curls, allowing them to fall elegantly over her shoulders. “Worried I’ve stolen Adam away again?” she teased, her words edged with a bite, though it hardly fazed Lucifer.

“I wanted to ask you about that,” Lilith continued, her icy-blue eyes locking onto his with an intensity that unnerved him.

“About what?” Lucifer asked, already on the defensive.

“About your obsession with Adam,” Lilith pressed, her voice soft but probing.

“It’s not an obsession,” Lucifer snapped, his eyes flashing with irritation. “It’s—”

“Yes?” Lilith urged, her interest piqued.

He stared at her for a long moment, his frown deepening. “Why do you care?” he asked warily, trying to mask his discomfort.

Lilith hesitated, her gaze drifting to a patch of purple flowers nearby. She took a deep breath, a soft whimper escaping her lips. “I think... I think something is wrong with me.”

“Impossible,” Lucifer scoffed, puffing out his chest as he placed his hands on his hips. “You were crafted from the river of flowers itself, by my sisters, Sera and Uriel. There’s no way they made a mistake.”

Lilith narrowed her eyes, skepticism etched into every feature. “You angels are all the same,” she muttered. “So arrogant. You can’t even entertain the idea that you might have made a mistake.”

Lucifer’s wings ruffled indignantly. “Because we don’t make mistakes,” he replied firmly. “It’s simply not possible.”

“Really?” Lilith raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with sarcasm. “You don’t think my creation was a mistake? You certainly seem displeased whenever Adam chooses to spend time with me instead of going duck-watching with you.”

Lucifer opened his mouth to protest, but the words got caught in his throat. For a moment, he blinked at her, speechless. A quiet hum escaped him. Maybe the angels had made a mistake.

Lilith tilted her head slightly, a sly smile playing on her lips as she caught the flicker of doubt in his eyes. “That’s what I thought,” she whispered.

Lucifer rolled his eyes, waving his hand dismissively. “Fine. So maybe we do make mistakes sometimes. Adam never needed you when he had me,” he muttered under his breath. “But what makes you think there’s something wrong with you?”

Lilith stared at him, her gaze unwavering. For the first time, Lucifer felt a strange discomfort under her scrutiny. But then she shook her head, disappointment clouding her features. “Because... I feel nothing. Not even for you,” she said, her voice a soft, sad whisper. “And you are quite easy on the eyes.”

Lucifer blinked, momentarily thrown off by the unexpected compliment. “Er, thank you?” he mumbled.

“Don’t be,” Lilith snorted. “It’s not exactly a good thing.”

Now Lucifer felt properly insulted. He crossed his arms, huffing slightly. What was with this human? Why did she have to be so... strange?

“Lilith,” he said, trying to rein in his frustration, “what do you mean when you say something’s wrong with you?”

Lilith sighed, her shoulders slumping a little. “I was created to be Adam’s partner, right? His other half.”

“Yes,” Lucifer spat, a bitter edge creeping into his voice. “You are.”

“You don’t like that,” Lilith observed coolly, her lips curling into a faint smile. “You always make that face when you look at me. Adam doesn’t notice, but I do. Why is that, Lucifer? Why didn’t you stand up for him when I was brought into Eden?”

Lucifer’s eyes widened in surprise, and he took a step back. “Lilith, I don’t—”

“I’m asking you a question,” she interrupted softly, her tone oddly gentle. “What do you feel for Adam?”

Lucifer’s lips parted, but no words came. He stared at her for a moment, trying to make sense of the sudden shift in the conversation. “What do I feel... for Adam?”

“Yes,” Lilith nodded, her voice steady. “I need to understand the difference.”

“The difference?” Lucifer echoed, confusion flickering across his features. But then something trembled in his chest, a warm wave of emotion loosening his guard. He stepped forward, his gaze softening as he peered into her icy-blue eyes. “Lilith... do you not feel anything for Adam?”

For the first time, Lilith’s carefully maintained mask cracked. A flicker of sadness passed over her face, and her bottom lip quivered. “I’ve tried,” she whispered. “Honestly, I have. Adam is kind and gentle... so sweet to me. He always wants us to be together. But I feel nothing. I look at him, and there’s no spark. No fire. Just... nothing.”

Lucifer nodded slowly, understanding dawning on him. He felt a pang of sympathy for her. Adam’s innocence, his pure-hearted nature, was part of what made him so endearing, so precious. But that same purity could be lost on someone like Lilith.

“You care for him,” Lilith continued, a small, wistful smile tugging at her lips. “I can see that. But the way you care for him is different from how I feel. I think... I think I love him, but not in the way I was supposed to.”

Lucifer stiffened at her confession, jealousy flaring in his chest, but he forced himself to listen. He had never heard her speak like this before.

“I’ve known from the beginning,” Lilith admitted, her voice barely a whisper. “I’ve known how much you love Adam. I saw it in your eyes, even before I was brought to the garden.”

Lucifer exhaled, the tension slowly leaving his body. “Do you... love Adam like...” he began hesitantly.

“Like you love St. Gabriel,” Lilith finished for him, her smile growing a little more genuine as she watched the relief wash over his face. “Does that make you happy?”

Lucifer nodded thoughtfully. “It does,” he admitted. “But I still don’t like you.”

Lilith chuckled softly. “Perhaps in time, you will.”

The silence between them deepened, but it was no longer heavy with tension. It had shifted, softened into something more fragile, like a delicate thread between them that neither dared disturb. Lucifer gazed at Lilith anew, and for the first time, the smoldering hatred that had long clouded his heart began to dissipate. There was something else now, something lighter—curiosity, perhaps even understanding.

"Lilith," Lucifer began, his voice weary yet gentle, like a breath after a storm. "You don’t love Adam the way Heaven decreed. Is that why you think something inside you is broken? But it's not so terrible, really. If that’s the reason, we can tell Sera. Another husband can be made for you."

It was Heaven's fallback plan, devised in case Lilith and Adam didn’t bond. Sera, ever confident, had been so convinced the two would unite, praising the supposed harmony between them while peering through the divine orb. But Lucifer had felt only frustration. How could Sera believe that anyone could be a better match for Adam than himself?

Lilith shook her head firmly, her hair shifting with the motion, catching the light like strands of spun gold. "I don’t want another husband," she whispered. "I don’t want… a man."

Lucifer blinked in confusion, disbelief shadowing his face. "What?"

"I’ve tried," Lilith continued, her voice now soft as a sigh carried on the wind. "I’ve tried to look at Adam as Heaven taught me, but it feels… wrong. I’ve even tried to see you that way, but… there’s nothing. No spark, no fire. Only emptiness." Her gaze lingered on Lucifer for a moment before she chuckled, catching him instinctively pulling his robes tighter, as if to shield himself from her gaze, though he was already swathed in layers of white and blue. "And I realized… something is wrong because I find myself drawn to the sight of St. Uriel."

"Uriel?" Lucifer gasped, his voice rising with disbelief. "Out of all my siblings, Uriel?!"

Lilith finally allowed herself to laugh, a soft, melodic sound that filled the space between them. Her cheeks flushed with color, a rare and charming sight. "No, I don’t like Uriel in that way. I merely find her form… appealing. Just as I find Sera’s beautiful, though it is Uriel’s curves that catch my eye more often."

Lucifer furrowed his brow, a sudden thought flickering through his mind like an unwelcome intruder. Curves? Was Lilith… alluring to women as well? It was not a notion he had ever entertained.

"Sera is rather… what’s the word?" Lilith teased with a wicked glint in her eyes. "Flat. Whereas Uriel… well, she’s more… abundant. Like two watermelons.”

Lucifer's mouth gaped as he struggled to process her words. It was as if his mind had short-circuited, leaving him utterly speechless.

"Oh." He finally breathed out, as if understanding had dawned on him in a rush. "Oh. So that’s what you meant… You prefer the female form."

Lilith tilted her head, her expression curious and thoughtful. "Female form?"

"A woman’s body," Lucifer clarified, his voice halting, as though this was new territory for him. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "You, the first woman, were carved in the likeness of Uriel and Sera. They were the only two female angels we had, so… I suppose they modeled you after themselves. And it seems… you are more captivated by a woman’s shape than by a man’s."

Lilith’s eyes grew hooded as she pondered this revelation, her fingers tapping gently at her chin. "It’s more than just liking a woman’s body, though. I feel no desire to kiss Adam, no urge to share his bed. My thoughts often drift to a woman’s touch, her form… again and again."

"Exactly," Lucifer said with an awkward nod, his wings shifting restlessly. He had never imagined he would be explaining this to her. "You’re simply drawn to women instead. It’s nothing wrong, Lilith. It just means you’d find more joy with a woman than with a man. There’s nothing defective about that."

For the first time since Lucifer had known her, a spark of hope lit Lilith’s eyes, and her face seemed to bloom with color and life. "Truly?" she asked, her voice almost trembling. "Does that mean… I am not flawed?"

"Of course not," Lucifer replied, his own gaze softening. He bit his lip in thought before adding, "I love Adam, you know that. I crave his presence, his touch. Everything you wish for with a woman, I desire with a man. If that makes you flawed, then it makes me flawed as well."

A small, radiant smile played at the corners of Lilith’s lips as she nodded, relief washing over her features. But soon, that smile faded into contemplation. "But there are no other women, Lucifer. I do not wish to be with Adam. I long to be with a woman… what should I do?"

Lucifer tilted his head, considering Lilith’s question. It was clear that she was troubled, not only by her own desires but by the limitations of Eden. He crossed his arms, frowning in thought, and his wings rustled behind him as he shifted.

“That’s… complicated,” Lucifer admitted. “In Eden, there were only ever meant to be two of you—Adam and you. Heaven didn’t plan for alternatives because Adam was supposed to be everything for you, and you for him.”

Lilith’s expression darkened, and Lucifer quickly continued, “But Heaven doesn’t know everything. You’ve already proven that. If you don’t want a man, there’s no reason to force yourself. I don’t think you’re defective, Lilith—just different.”

“But what does that mean for me?” Lilith asked, her voice edged with frustration. “If there are no other women, am I meant to stay alone forever? Am I broken because Heaven didn’t foresee this?”

Lucifer hesitated. It wasn’t easy to provide a solution, and yet, he felt for her. She was stuck in a world that hadn’t accounted for her existence, much less her desires. He paced for a moment, his wings twitching behind him, and then paused.

“Maybe it’s not about what Heaven planned,” Lucifer said slowly. “Maybe it’s about what you want to create. If you can’t find another woman here, then… maybe it’s time to make space for what you want. Challenge the plan.”

Lilith looked up at him, eyes bright with a mix of hope and confusion. “And how do I do that?”

Lucifer smiled, the edge of mischief creeping into his expression. “You already did it once—by being different, by recognizing what you truly want instead of what was laid out for you. So, what’s to stop you from doing it again?”

A slow, thoughtful smile spread across Lilith’s face as she considered his words. “Perhaps you’re right. Perhaps it’s time I stop waiting for someone else to tell me what’s right or wrong.”

Lucifer nodded. “Exactly. You were never defective, Lilith. You were just the first to realize that Heaven’s plan isn’t perfect.”

With a sudden spark of wickedness, Lilith's eyes gleamed as a mischievous grin spread across her lips. She lifted her chin, radiating determination, and stepped confidently toward Lucifer. "I have a plan."

Lucifer arched an eyebrow, intrigued but wary. "Oh? And what might that be?"

"You said it yourself—Sera would have created a new husband for me if I asked." Her tone was resolute, her mind clearly working through the details. The wheels of her thoughts were turning, and Lucifer couldn't help but feel captivated by the sight of her plotting. "So, why not have Heaven craft me a wife instead of a husband?"

Lucifer pressed his lips together, the idea unsettling him. "I... don't think Sera would allow that," he said carefully.

"Why not?" Lilith's voice was sharp, almost challenging.

"I don’t mean it badly!" Lucifer quickly raised his hands in defense, stepping back slightly. "Look, if anyone understands Heaven's absurd ways, it's me. I’ve been in love with Adam since the moment I was assigned as his guardian. But Michael… he disapproves. The first humans aren’t allowed to be with their own gender. Not yet, at least."

Lucifer's frustration was palpable. Maybe in the future, when the earth teemed with people, Heaven might relax its ridiculous rules. But for now, Heaven’s constraints—especially those set by Michael—were agonizingly strict. Lucifer itched to challenge his brother’s narrow views, yet he couldn't.

Lilith’s expression darkened further, her determination hardening into steel. "Then I will trick them," she declared. Her voice was cold, resolute. "And you will help me."

Lucifer grunted, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. "Oh, will I now?"

Lilith locked eyes with him, her gaze as unwavering as stone. "You will," she said, her voice rich with promise. "Because, in the end, you'll have Adam."

Lucifer’s posture softened immediately, his annoyance dissolving into a bright, eager smile. "Oh! Adam? Really? Well then, I’m in!"

Lilith blinked at the sudden change, but quickly shrugged it off. "Yes, exactly. At the end of this, you’ll have Adam, and I will have a woman."

Lucifer’s brows furrowed in thought. "And how exactly do you plan on making that happen?"

Lilith’s intense stare held his gaze, and slowly, realization dawned on him like a rising storm. He recoiled, shaking his head firmly. "No! No! I am not doing that!"

Lilith scoffed, her arms crossing tightly in front of her. "And why not?"

"Because!" Lucifer exclaimed, his voice thick with frustration. "It will hurt Adam, and the last thing I want is for him to hate me. I want him to love me, not despise me."

"We won't hurt him," Lilith assured him, though her tone was firm. "I adore Adam, too. I would never willingly cause him pain. But this is the only way to convince Heaven I’ve fallen for another man. Once they believe that, they’ll have no choice but to create a new wife for Adam."

Lucifer shook his head, his eyes full of worry. "Yes, but that would still hurt him! Choose someone else—anyone but me."

"It has to be you," Lilith said coldly. "You're an angel, and if Heaven sees an angel involved, they’ll be forced to create a new woman—not a man."

Lucifer knew she was right, but the thought of hurting Adam gnawed at him. He couldn’t bear it.

"Please, Lucifer," Lilith’s voice softened, and for the first time, there was a vulnerability in her eyes that Lucifer hadn’t seen before. "Please. After all is said and done, when we explain everything to Adam, he’ll understand."

Lucifer’s gaze dropped to the soft petals of the Eden flowers beneath them, their vibrant red hues reminding him of the carnations Adam had once excitedly pointed out to him. "I know he would understand," he whispered, his voice heavy with emotion. "Adam would forgive anything…"

"Then you’ll help me?" Lilith asked, her voice hopeful, almost pleading.

Lucifer swallowed thickly, a deep determination settling over him. "As long as we don’t hurt him too much." He hesitated, knowing the risks they faced. "We might be punished by Heaven for defying their grand design. They won’t take kindly to us seducing Adam’s new wife… or me doing the same with Adam. We could be cast out, banished from Eden."

Lilith nodded; her face resolute yet gentle. "I know. But no matter what happens, we’ll be together. Wherever we’re cast, Adam will come with us. I may not love him in the way Heaven desires, but I do love him. I won't let him suffer alone."

Lucifer exhaled deeply; the weight of their plan heavy in his chest. Deceiving Heaven, tricking Sera and Michael… it meant pretending to be with Lilith, pretending to push Adam away. The thought of hurting Adam, of ignoring him when he called out, was unbearable.

"It’s going to be hard," he said quietly, almost to himself. "Ignoring him…"

Lilith flinched at the thought, her voice soft but resolute. "I know."

[kittenfangirl20]

Priest Au

⚠️ Warning for homophobia ⚠️

Adam, the first man was sent back to Earth after thousands of years to be reborn and prove that he could make it back into heaven even with everything that was available today.

Just to be sure, Sera made sure he was reborn into the loving family of Christians that would help keep Adam on the right path towards heavenly ascending.

However, as Adam got older he realized that he liked men as well as woman.

But he didn't dare breathe a word of it to his parents, he saw what happened to the last person who came out as fully gay in their church.

It wasn't pretty.

So Adam hid that part of himself under lock and key. Never to see the light of day.

When he turned 20, his father finally allowed him to be a priest at their church.

Of course, all of this news of the first man back on Earth leaked down into Hell for their King to hear.

*Lucifer listened intently as one of his spies on Earth told him that Heaven was tearing Adam to show that he was always worthy of Heaven, but Lucifer had other plans*

Lucifer internally: I am going to seduce Adam and once he is in Hell I am going to make him my Queen like it always should have been.

*Lucifer opened a portal to Earth and made himself look like a human, he heard Adam was born into a very Christian family that was part of a church with very strict rules especially when it came to sexuality, if Adam ever showed any hint towards his bisexuality, they would punish him cruelly, he was also a priest which made the thought of seducing him more delicious, he was going to make a priest fall, he went into the service and listened to Adam give mass, unlike what legends said Lucifer could go inside a church since he was still technically an angel, he looked gorgeous in the black priest cassock, he looked more like he did in Eden with his honey brown eyes and thinner frame*

Lucifer internally: I miss his chubby stomach, once he is my Queen I will help him regain that weight.

*Lucifer waited for the church to get empty of the other church goers, he smiled when Adam walking over to him*

Adam: Hello my name is Father Adam Kadmon, you are new here, what is your name?

Lucifer: My name is Lucas Morgenstern, I was drawn to your church and I would love to learn more about faith from you because I can feel true faith in you.

Adam: I would love to.

*Lucifer took Adam’s hand and kissed it, Adam quickly pulled his hand away and told Lucifer when they could start their lessons, Adam went back to his home in the church as he held the hand Lucifer close to him, for some reason he already felt drawn to this man, he was so handsome*

Adam internally: This must be a test and I must promised him that I would give him lessons.

*what Adam didn’t realize was that the love he had towards Lucifer when he was the first man was slowly being reawakened in him*