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raisoramizu · 3 months ago

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Chapter 8: Love Isn't Enough

The eighth chapter of my Hazbin Hotel fan fiction 'Heaven is Not Forever.' You can find the other chapters on my blog!

(Guitarspear / Radioapple) Some chapters are NSFW.

The first thing she noticed about Lute was the same look of despair she had when they last saw each other. It was as if not a single day had passed, as if death had never happened—there she was, with the exact same expression.

But this time, it wasn't despair. It was disbelief and wonder. Lute's hands frantically touched every part of the demon's body, as if needing to confirm he was real. Was it really him? He smelled the same, was just as tall, had the same face—even though his eyes now glowed in two different shades of red, since he had reverted to his human form.

Her hand moved from his arm to his shoulder, and then sought the damp skin of his sweaty neck, grazing the rough stubble on his chin. Adam lifted his chin to her touch, forcing his gaze to fixate on her, not missing a moment. He noticed—she was missing an arm.

His reaction was different from hers. Less emotional. Of course, the First Man wasn't one to cry—God forbid a "real man" ever did that. But unlike her, he hadn't believed her lost forever. She, on the other hand, had thought him dead until this moment.

With a disapproving arch of his brow, the Sinner placed a hand where her arm was missing, gripping the fabric tightly, and snarled through clenched teeth, distorting his face in anger.

< Damn it, it's true! That bitch Vag- >

He started to grumble, but his words were cut off by a forceful tug that made him exhale the "a" right into Lute's mouth. He didn't remember her being this strong. In an instant, her arm was around his neck, pulling him down toward her small frame that pressed tightly against his. After a moment of stunned hesitation, Adam found himself responding to her kiss. Her tongue invaded his mouth with a hungry urgency, her lips salty from tears still streaming down her cheeks. He wasn't sure where to focus—the kiss or her body.

She was already clinging to him like a damned serpent, pressing her breasts against his chest. A bare thigh snaked between his legs so suddenly that he flinched, the pain and heat flooding his face. Gripping her by the hips, beneath her wings, he loosened his posture and tilted his head to delve deeper into her mouth, parting his lips to drink in the ragged breath they shared, unable to breathe through his nose.

< Shit, > Adam muttered into Lute's mouth with a whisper, his gaze sharp with arousal but also half-lidded with the need she was grinding against him with her thigh.

That need overwhelmed him, that frustration—he sank his claws into her slender waist, deepening the kiss to the point of bruising her lips with his sharp teeth. When she tensed and gasped in pain, he pulled back, alarmed and breathless, noticing a trail of golden blood dripping down her chin.

She sniffled and smirked.

< Well, well...now it's your turn, Lute. This is just as sacrilegious as Vajje and that infernal slut screwing each other. >

But as if she hadn't even heard him, Lute wailed in the same desperate tone as before, grabbing at his chest and throwing herself at him with all her strength. Taken off guard, Adam stumbled back a few steps, arms wide for balance, but when the back of his knees hit the edge of the couch, he collapsed into it, the furniture crashing loudly against the floor. Without giving him a moment to process, Lute was already on top of him, yanking at his sweater, planting her knee between his legs.

< Jesus Christ, Lute, calm down! You're just pissing me off! >

He snapped, grabbing her by the hips and slamming her shoulders into the armrest, flipping their positions until he was looming over her, his own knee wedged between her spread thighs. Lute groaned again, finding her good arm pinned beneath her wing against the couch, her other wing sprawled out awkwardly against the floor.

< ... >

They stared at each other, panting, their hearts racing for what felt like an eternity. Adam's eyes trailed down her body—her spine arched from the awkward angle of the armrest, her breasts brushing against her lifted abdomen. Her position had hiked her dark mini-skirt up to her hips, revealing her white underwear. He swallowed hard.

< Fine... >

He gritted his sharp teeth in a mischievous, aggressive smile. Gripping her thigh near the back of the couch, he hoisted her leg over his shoulder, leaning down to bury his face in her neck.

< Fine. >

He repeated, struggling to regain his composure.

< ...you missed me, baby, okay, it's normal to miss the First Dick. >

He growled into her skin, making her shiver.

he admitted, swallowing again as he used his other hand to tear her panties aside, pushing them toward her hip.

< Let me calm you down. >

He hissed through his teeth, thrusting two fingers inside her in one swift motion, his knuckles hitting her pelvic bone with a wet smack.

Lute gasped, her eyes flying open, her back arching as much as the couch would allow, her chest pressing toward her abdomen. She barely had room to move as the cramped space trapped her spine, forcing her to pull her head back, trembling as her wings twitched from the swift, relentless thrusts of his fingers. She felt her entire body shudder with every deep stroke, her boot heel bouncing helplessly in the air over his shoulder.

Adam was getting lost in it, licking her skin and scraping his fangs lightly across the trembling flesh of her neck. His breath was ragged, impatient, like the painful erection straining against his pants. He freed himself with his other hand, already hard and slick, and began grinding against her pelvis, his shoulders rolling with heavy movements that made the couch creak.

< As usual...I can't fuck you without you slamming me into something first, >

he chuckled roughly, his mouth seeking hers in more deep, smacking kisses. She grabbed the back of his neck, fingers weaving through his damp hair.

< You're right... You promised me a good morning every day, and you didn't deliver. I should beat the crap out of you, but... right now, I want you to slam me instead. >

She hissed, biting her lower lip.

At her words, he yanked his hand from her, his wet claws sinking into the armrest behind her.

< Oh, you're saying it now, sweetheart! >

He teased with a pained grin, immediately making her scream as he plunged into her with one forceful thrust, their hips smacking together with a loud crack.

It was the first of many pounding thrusts that crashed into her before she even knew what was happening. Adam was fast, violent, possessing her with the intensity of someone making up for lost time—though it had only been a couple of endless weeks. His movements were wild, lifting her leg higher on his shoulder, driving deeper into her as he folded her against the armrest, giving her no escape. One hand gripped the couch tightly, keeping her from slipping away with each powerful thrust, while his foot braced against the floor, pushing him further into her with every bone-rattling movement. He pounded into her so deeply that all her strength and will to resist drained away, replaced by an overwhelming, explosive pleasure.

God, she'd missed him. Stubborn, violent bastard.

Lute's wings were tangled in an awkward mess, some feathers falling loose as her moans shook with the intensity of Adam's deep, relentless thrusts. He groaned too, his voice low and ragged, looking down at her with a face twisted in pained pleasure, his brown hair slick with sweat clinging to his skin as it dripped down his temples. His sclera had turned black—he was losing control, transforming under the weight of his own need.

This wasn't a demon he had beneath him. It was Lute, with her black halo and her cumbersome wings, too proud to make them disappear—just like he had been, just like all angels were. And finally, he could think of nothing but her, watching as she writhed in pleasure, moaning his name between gasps, mixing noises and screams in that seemingly empty room.

Seemingly.

Vox watched from the Command Room, seated in his swivel chair. He didn't look particularly surprised by the scene, if anything, he seemed rather calm, knowing that the worst had passed. They were screwing. Well, good for them—who could blame them? There was nothing better than sex, especially after thinking they'd lost each other forever. At most, they might destroy the room, but not the building.

Sipping from his blue mug, emblazoned with the VoxTek logo, he spun the chair to turn his back on the screens, taking a long drink of his coffee.

< ...once they're done, it's best to let them go. My time will come, Alastor... >

The Radio Demon wasn't under the watchful eye of the TV Demon. Adam had managed to place a few cameras in the hotel's common rooms, but only the bar could really offer any useful information.

In fact, the Half Stag was in his room adjacent to the Radio Tower, having avoided the others while they were tending to Cherri Bomb and discussing what had just happened.

He approached his desk, slipping off his black bow tie with a clawed hand while holding an empty glass in his right. His face wore a tight-lipped grin, so forced it hardly seemed genuine. His room was even more ancient than the bar; the internal door was finely crafted mahogany, and the polished wooden floorboards creaked under the weight of his black and red hooves. The walls were covered in crimson wallpaper with eerie circular black designs, depicting ghostly infernal eyes and voodoo symbols, while sparse shelves held few trinkets. A large bed, with blood-red covers and a tall, intricately carved black wooden headboard, sat against the wall, above which hung the head of an enormous stag, its antlers sprawling wider than the furniture itself. The entire space smelled of age and sulfur, and even the small adjacent bathroom shared that same ancient odor. A door connected his room to the Radio Tower, though it could also be accessed from the hotel's main hallway.

He grabbed the decanter from the table and poured himself another glass of whiskey. He hadn't drunk this much in years. In fact, he had resumed drinking after making his pact with Lucifer. And while now, given the situation with Lilith, he had a clear reason to, he wondered why he had felt the need to start again so soon.

His gaze shifted toward the antique wardrobe dominating the adjacent wall; its long mirrored doors reflected his figure—he looked awful. When was the last time he'd seen himself like this?

Behind an irritated radio crackle, he snapped his attention toward the door just before KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK someone rapped on it.

< Alastor? It's me.> It was Charlie's voice.

< ... > He didn't move.

The Princess knocked a few more times. < Alastor, I know you're in there. I saw the lights from outside. >

The Demon eyed the glass door leading to his terrace. Damn windows. He raised the glass to his lips and, tilting his head back, downed the entire drink, feeling the burn in his throat and the warmth in his cheeks.

The door opened, revealing Charlie, still wearing the same clothes from the confrontation with Lute—it had only been an hour, after all. She wore a white shirt with black suspenders holding up her pants, pressing tightly against her chest. Her hair was loose and a bit dusty.

The Princess looked at him with her vermilion eyes, sclera golden like her father's. Her face, too, was strikingly similar to his. She had two red circles on her cheeks, and her small nose was dark at the tip, giving her the appearance of a clown or perhaps a strange animal... a rodent?

< ...? > She tilted her head slightly. < Can I come in? >

He stared at her without saying a word, and she fidgeted with a characteristic concern, the kind she reserved for everyone but herself.

< ... Yes, of course, dear. > He finally replied, stepping aside to let her into the room. < What do you need? >

Charlie hesitated a few steps, glancing around until her gaze settled on the vintage radio sitting atop the bedside table. < ...Ahem... Cherri Bomb is doing better, my father healed her. > She began, attempting to break the awkwardness. But Alastor handled it better, heading back to his desk to finish the bottle's remaining contents.

< Are you drunk? > she asked, eyeing him again as he stood with his back to her. She had never seen him like this: he wore only his red shirt without his signature suspenders, and he was barefoot. His hair appeared damp, without its usual neat style—he had probably just showered. Of course, he had to shower, considering all the blood she had found on him earlier.

< HAH! > Alastor suddenly lifted his head. < Hardly, dear. It takes a lot more liquor under the bridge to get me drunk ~ > he said, miming a toast in her direction with a light chuckle before bringing the glass to his lips.

Despite his seemingly calm demeanor, Charlie's tension continued to rise. She nervously smoothed her right arm with her left hand. Her voice wavered with uncertainty.

Alastor's eyes widened with a sharp radio crackle as he spit out the whiskey in a spray. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he shot her a sharp glance.

Charlie quickly continued, waving her hands in the air in a calming gesture, smiling awkwardly with her eyes closed. < ...I need to rewrite that lesson on minding my own business. >

the demon hissed, licking his lips.

< But... but I've seen you, Alastor. I'm not talking to a fool, and I... > Charlie's voice gained strength as she clenched her fists at her sides, her back arching. < ...I'm not the naive girl you think I am! >

She threw her eyes open with a determined expression, only to find herself staring at the desk.

< WHY... > The Demon suddenly appeared behind her, claws darting out to grab her arms...

< Eeehk! >

... making her literally jump in fright.

< ... why don't you sit down, dear ~ > he said with a terribly charming smile, urging her to sit on the edge of the bed.

Charlie sunk into the mattress, still dazed, then sighed. < Alastor... it's just, I'm worried. My father isn't well... I can tell. Something's bothering him, something he doesn't want to tell me... >

< Have you spoken to him? > the demon asked, sitting beside her on the edge of the bed.

She shook her head. < ...not yet. Everyone was too worked up before, and healing from angelic weapons seems to drain him. >

< ... > Alastor furrowed his brow in thought, his gaze shifting to the west wall of the room.

< I'm tired of the people I care about hiding things from me! > Charlie burst out, curling into herself as she gripped her arms in frustration.

< ... > < Charlie... > He sighed, his radio-like voice heavy with an expressiveness that felt theatrical, almost unnatural, as though he couldn't genuinely connect with his emotions��or perhaps simply couldn't express them sincerely. The ever-present grin didn't help, and at that moment, it stretched wider, revealing yellowish fangs. < Your father is the King of Hell, the Devil... > he continued, pressing a hand into the bed to support himself. < One of the highest angels in celestial hierarchy and ~ ohhh ~ > He let out a soft moan, brushing his chest with his hand to emphasize his point. < ... I assure you, he hasn't lost any of that power in his fall. > His red eyes shifted back to her, locking onto her curious, attentive gaze. < ...You can be certain Lucifer wouldn't let me do anything to him that he didn't want me to do. He can handle himself perfectly well. If that's your worry, don't you think? >

< ... > < Y-yeah, I suppose you're right! > she responded after a moment's hesitation.

< If he's hiding something from you, maybe it's to protect you? You're the most precious thing he has. Maybe he doesn't think it's the right time to tell you... >

< But if I don't know, how can I help him? > she protested, turning fully toward him.

< Oh, you can... > < ...by continuing to be yourself, Charlie. >

At those final words, the demon's tone softened, and the smile faded from his eyes.

Charlie sighed with resignation, her gaze dropping to the floor. < Alright... I'll wait. I won't push him. >

< Good girl! > Alastor suddenly exclaimed, patting her blonde head with a couple of playful taps.

He stretched that same arm behind her, gently pulling her to her feet along with him. < Now go take a relaxing bath, put on some good perfume, and rewrite that lesson on not meddling. > Standing tall again, he added, < ... and might I suggest adding a lesson on patience as well? > He arched an eyebrow curiously. < You could start with "Patience is a virtue of the strong" ~ > Dramatic, sweeping his other arm in a semicircle as if indicating a grand neon sign. < And we don't have time to waste; we need to warn all the damned about redemption, don't we? >

At those last words, Charlie perked up, bringing her fists up to her chest. < Yes, you're right! I'm wasting time! I'll go right now! > She thrust one of her fists into the air with determination and began heading toward the door.

He watched her walk away, his eyes still holding a smile that he thought was his best, but it was too forced to be genuine. However, when Charlie reached for the door handle, she paused. < Alastor, one last thing... >

< ...? > The demon's curiosity fully piqued. With her face hidden by her bowed head, < Please, try not to hurt him... > she sighed in a pained tone, < ...more than he's already suffering, at least >. She opened the door and disappeared beyond it. < ........ > Leaving Alastor alone in the room, staring at the closed door with a growing unease, before shifting his attention toward the west wing of the Hotel.

< What shitty days these have been since I ended up in Hell > Adam cursed the moment his boots hit the floor at the top of the Clock Tower. He folded his leathery wings, making them disappear, and turned to see a disheveled Lute landing behind him.

They were standing on the highest building at the center of Pentagram City—on the roof of the Heaven Embassy's tower. The light was so bright it stung the eyes, as the structure's golden walls contrasted sharply with the dark, grim, and reddish colors of the city below. From there, the Hazbin Hotel was clearly visible, perched on a hill that rose toward the sky, pointing toward the pale, circular Heaven suspended beyond the pentagram looming among the crimson clouds. He eyed the exhausted exorcist as she came to stand beside him, raising an eyebrow in a curious mix of concern and awkwardness. < So... Sera's the one who told you I was here, right? What did she say? >

Lute, shaking her silver head, looked up at him from her shorter height. < Sera didn't want me to come down. I did it without anyone knowing. No one knows I'm here... > His lips turned down in disappointed disapproval. < Ah... she didn't want you to... > he muttered. < It was Lilith. >

Adam's face went pale. < Lilith?! > He burst out, instantly agitated, clenching his teeth as he paced back and forth in frustration. < That bastard warned Lilith! > he shouted, sweat starting to bead on his forehead.

Lute frowned with concern. < She said your pact still stands, but she'd be coming down to take care of some things anyway. >

< How the hell is that damn pact still valid? I'm a fucking demon! I don't have the power to keep her in Heaven anymore! > He kept gesturing and pacing until he suddenly froze, startled, in front of the tower's ledge. < Is she here?! Are you telling me she's here?! > His voice exploded with rage as he smashed one of the stone battlements with a violent punch.

Lute jumped in alarm and rushed toward him. < I'll talk to Sera again... maybe she needs to know everything. I've come all the way to Hell, I'm not afraid of anything >, she said, placing her palm on his chest in an attempt to calm him down, though he only shot her a furious look.

< Don't be ridiculous. If you tell her everything, you'll make things worse, and you'll end up dragged into it. Since when do you like risking so much for things that aren't your concern?! >

< Since I love you. >

< What... > He was taken aback by her declaration, before finding himself compelled to kiss her. The exorcist, clinging to his collar, pulled him closer, kissing him as her face flushed with the heat of fresh tears. Tears that Adam tasted on his tongue, as he roughly grabbed her by the hips, peeling her off of him with the same anger, his own eyes clouded by strange embarrassment. < Damn it, Lute, stop crying... you've become such a damn crybaby > he growled, wiping her cheeks harshly with quick swipes of his claws, while his other hand still possessively clenched the fabric of her uniform.

< ... >

< Find a safe place. Seems like Lucifer's on your side. >

< Tch, on my side? > He turned toward the Hazbin Hotel. < He's probably setting a trap for me with that bitch. >

< If Lucifer wanted to kill you, he'd have done it by now, > she said, her expression serious, her words cutting straight to the point.

Adam flinched. < Wh-what the hell do you mean by that, huh?! > He yelled, his face twisting into a comically furious expression, but she remained unmoved by his outburst.

< ... >

< I'll find a way to get in touch, even if it means coming down again, > she continued, stepping back as if he hadn't even spoken. Adam, alarmed by her cold reaction, gripped her uniform tighter.

< You're leaving? >

She paused, her voice filled with bitterness at her next words. < I'm sure you've screwed and will screw plenty here. You won't get bored. >

< ... > For a moment, he was left speechless. < Hey, what's that got to do with anything now? I screw whoever I want, are you jealous, sweetheart?! > He snarled, leaning over her in anger, but his fury quickly gave way to a mischievous smile. < Just a couple, by the way. Together, > he added, straightening up and smugly inspecting his nails. < But now I know plenty of tricks with sex toys I'm sure you'll love... > He looked at her expectantly, his lips turned downward in anticipation.

Lute's own lips twisted downward as well, but with furious anger, her body rigid as she glared up at him. She trembled, clenching her jaw as she fought to suppress her rage, but finally let out an exasperated sigh. < Oh, what a sacrifice... you really went all out to find toys I'd like, > she snapped.

< Exactly, babe! > He said proudly.

Lute grabbed him by the collar again, pulling him violently toward her. < I'm going. But I swear, if you get yourself killed again, I'll come down to the Primordial Evil to drag you back by the throat, > she hissed, her voice dripping with spite as she glared into his stunned, bewildered eyes. Then, she kissed him. A deep, wet kiss that, just as it started to dangerously soften Adam's resolve, made his cheeks flush and drew him closer to her, was abruptly cut off.

The exorcist stepped back a few paces before turning around, spreading her wings. After swinging her arm to open a glowing portal, she took flight and passed through it under Adam's agitated gaze.

< ... >

She left him there, motionless, staring at the sky where the rift had vanished along with her. He filled his lungs with the sulfurous air, turned toward the Hazbin Hotel with a look of disapproval, then unfurled his wings and took off in that direction.

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devastatedloyallute · 6 days ago

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Waiting On A Miracle -A Guitarspear fic, Sequel to BTTWS Chapter 5 (final chapter)

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The hospital staff watched Adam with wary eyes as he and Lute arrived in the lobby. Adam kept a smug grin across his face as Lute checked in to her appointment. He knew what they were thinking, but no, he’d be on his best behavior today. He did get his way after all, with just a little swindling.

Lute could hear their hushed whispers and noticed how the staff looked in their direction. She wasn’t quite sure why they kept staring and whispering to each other, but chalked it up to it just being so rare that they see a pregnant angel.

After being brought back to the room, Lute settled into the large chair in the center of the room, while Adam pulled a chair up to her side.

“Oh, and you must be dad?” The sonographer angel asked Adam as she entered the room.

“Damn right,” Adam boasted proudly.

The angel gave a skeptical nod as she prepared her tools and also warned of the cold gel she was applying to Lute’s abdomen, “About how far along are we? Do you know?”

“Roughly seven months? Or just about anyway,” Lute guessed, trying to calculate the math in her head.

The angel flinched, “And you’ve gone this long without a check up?! My goodness.” She cleared her throat and regained her professionalism, “Now then, are we expecting a boy or a girl? Did we want to find out or keep it a mystery?”

“Honestly I haven’t given it much thought. Just hoping everything goes well. That’s all that we could ask for, right?” Lute voiced with mild annoyance. Why does everyone have to ask that? It’s a baby, it’ll be whatever it’s going to be. And it will be loved regardless. Their miracle baby.

“We’ve already got a little boy at home,” Adam reached for Lute’s hand, giving her a reassuring grin.

The angel chuckled, “Ah, so hoping for a girl then.”

Adam shrugged with a half smile, “Eh, maybe just a little.” He watched the ultrasound screen with a tilted head, squinting and trying to figure out what he was supposed to be seeing, “These new technology things baffle me. Pretty cool though, but uh what the hell am I lookin’ at?”

“That’s the baby,” Lute said bluntly before the sonographer had the chance.

“I- I know that! But I meant like, where? Everything looks the same?!” Adam fretted before the angel began pointing out points of interest.

“Did you want to know the sex of the baby? I can always write it down on some paper and you can look when you’re ready?” The angel asked, looking between the two, drawing Adam’s attention away from the screen.

Lute closed her eyes and shook her head, “I can wait, but I’m not convinced that that one can.”

“Uh, fuck yeah I wanna know,” Adam voiced, anxiously bouncing his knee.

She chuckled before scribbling something on a notepad, folding it up and handing it to him, “There you are. Best keep it to yourself, out of respect for your wife.” Adam nodded as he stared at the folded paper in his hand before shoving it into his pocket. The angel finished up by wiping the gel from Lute’s belly, “Well, everything is looking good! You’re well on your way and that baby will be in your arms in just about three to four short months.”

Lute propped herself up on her elbows, “I’m sorry, months? Three to four more months?” She let her head drop to the pillow, “...I already feel like I’ve been pregnant forever.”

“Don’t worry, it’s perfectly normal to feel that way. Angelic pregnancies are a fair bit longer than human ones. There’s just a few extra developments that have to happen,” the angel reassured. “You will be attending your future appointments from now on, correct?”

Lute thinned her lips in mild discontent, “Yes. This is my first pregnancy, so I was not aware this was something to be done.” If she would have known, she would have sooner. But seeing as how Mr. From the Stone Age didn’t know any better either, it couldn’t be helped.

Adam and Lute arrived home to find Emily coloring with Abel in the living room. She was always their go to when needing someone to stay with Abel. “How did it go?!” Emily asked excitedly.

“Yeah! Did you find out if I’m getting a little sister? Or little brother??” Abel asked, bouncing on his toes.

Adam tousled his son’s hair, “Nope, mama wants to wait. And we do as mama says.”

“Awww,” Abel pouted. “And how long do we gotta wait?” He asked with pleading eyes.

“They say four months,” Lute said, trying not to sound grumbly.

Adam pulled her by the waist and kissed her cheek, “Ah don’t stress it, it’ll go quick.”

“I hope so.”

Late that night while Lute and Abel were asleep, Adam slipped out to the kitchen with the scrap of paper that held the gender of their unborn child. He quietly unfolded the paper, his hands shaking in anticipation. In the dim light, he had to bring the paper closer to his face. After deciphering the handwriting, he crumpled the paper in his fist.

Holding his fist to his chest, he whispered, “Yes!”

Extermination day was upon them. That afternoon as Adam pulled on his new commander gown and adjusted his renewed exorcist mask, Lute watched him intensely. Maybe it was jealousy, or maybe something else too. ‘This is so unfair. This is the second year I have to miss out on an extermination. Damn you for getting me pregnant, Adam.’ Lute sighed internally, ‘There’s always next year.’

“Aight, the girls and I are gonna be headed out,” Adam planted a kiss on her head, then her baby bump, then to her lips, “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Lute held in a breath, “You better be.”

“Bye dad! Don’t be too mean to people!” Abel ran up to hug him before waving him off. Adam gave a thumbs up before flying off.

Outside the golden gates, Adam stood before his army, “Alright. You ladies ready to go kick some long overdue ass?” Amongst the rallied cheers, one of the exorcists raised their hand at face level. “Yeah?”

“Where’s the lieutenant?” she asked, which sparked murmurs throughout the crowd.

“Yeah, we haven’t seen her for months now,” another chimed in.

“I know! It’s super strange.”

“Not like we’ve really seen her much lately anyway, but I hope she’s alright.”

Adam waited for their chattering to cease, “Lute’s chillin at home ‘cause she’s sick. Trust me, she’s hella pissed to not be joining but it’s what’s best for her right now.” It wasn’t that he couldn’t tell them the truth, but a lot of them would be pissed they didn’t get to throw a baby shower for her. Maybe he’d run it by Lute first and see if she’d even want one and go from there. Even though Lute wasn’t necessarily close with any of them, the girls did like any excuse to throw a party after all.

“Everyone good now? Cool. Let’s fuckin’ go!”

As the hours passed and it began to get later and later, Lute grew anxious. She had been in many exterminations, and they didn’t typically last this long. Sure, some could get extended, but still. What if something happened? Did postponing the extermination catch the people of Hell off guard and everything went as normal? Did upgrading their uniforms actually help? Is everyone safe?

…What if something happened to Adam?

What if he got killed in battle again? Would he be gone forever? Would he come back again? The thought that Lute could possibly end up a single mother of an eight year old child and a newborn made her heart race. She drew in a shaky breath as her stomach churned and twisted.

“Mama?” Abel yawned as he snuggled closer to her, “Why do you still have to kill those people down there?”

Lute gently ran her fingers through his hair, “Because, buddy, overpopulation is still a very real issue for them. Even though Charlie’s little hotel is working towards getting people up here, it won’t solve it overnight. So for now, it’s still a necessity. But maybe one day it won’t have to be.”

“Yeah…it’s still sad though,” Abel hummed tiredly. “Maybe some of them just need more time…”

As another hour passed, Lute grew more and more restless. She wanted to get up and pace the hallway, but Abel was blissfully sleeping in her lap. She settled for checking her phone for any texts for missed calls. Nothing.

Where is he?

Adam had been having a blast, reminding the exorcists to steer clear of the Hazbin Hotel and to focus on the other districts across Pentagram City.

He had been so caught up in the slaughter that he hadn’t realized how late it had gotten. He rounded up the girls and directed them back through the portal to Heaven, “I best get those kill counts on my desk tomorrow, 10AM sharp!” So he could get them to Lute to access them with her later.

“Aren’t you coming?” A straggler asked, pointing to the portal over her shoulder.

“Yeah, in a minute. Gotta check somethin’ first,” Adam darted down through the air, heading towards the hotel.

Without giving so much as a knock, Adam barged in through the hotel doors, “Sup suckers, everyone still accounted for in here?”

“Oh, it’s just you,” Vaggie was offensively ready, but lowered her guard seeing that it was just Adam invading their home.

Charlie came around the corner to see what the commotion was, “Oh! Adam! Oh- ” Charlie recoiled at the sight of him.

Adam raised a brow at her, confused by her reaction until he looked down and realized he was absolutely splattered with red blood and viscera. “Oh. Heheh, whoops,” he tried to wipe away some of it but only ended up smearing it worse. He shrugged defeatedly, “Oh well, anyway. Everyone still in one piece?”

“Yup I think so!” Charlie looked around doing a headcount in her mind. Bringing her attention back to Adam she tilted her head, “Where’s Lute? She’s not with you?”

Adam smiled widely, before quickly shutting his mouth. He wanted to share the big news but that wasn’t entirely up to his decision. “Uhhhh- she wasn’t feeling great this morning so she stayed home. Yeah, she’s real bummed about it,” which wasn’t entirely a lie. Lute did experience a random bout of nausea that morning.

“Oh that’s…too bad? I think? I mean– I’m sorry she wasn’t feeling well!” Charlie corrected herself, trying to hide the relief that their top killer stayed home.

Vaggie narrowed her gaze at him skeptically, “Actually no, that’s super fucking weird. Something about that doesn’t add up. That psycho bitch wouldn’t miss extermination day just because she's “feeling a little sick”. Where is she really?”

“No, she really is just at home!” Adam awkwardly shifted between looking at the girls as they seemed to not believe him. He figured he had hit his visiting time, “...Welp, better get back! See ya!”

Adam left the hotel almost as quickly as he had got there. Charlie and Vaggie exchanged a glance. “Wonder what that was all about?” Charlie asked.

“I don’t know, they’re both fucking weird.”

Charlie clasped her hands together, “It was nice of him to stop by and check on us though!”

“Yeah, I guess,” Vaggie agreed.

Adam arrived back home far later than he had intended to. The lights were off and he found Lute and Abel asleep on the couch. He discarded his mask, shed his blood covered robe, and headed to take a shower. He’d let them sleep while he got cleaned off.

After his shower he returned to the living room, collected Abel and tucked him into his own bed. He scooped Lute up from the couch as if she was as weightless as a feather, and brought her to bed. Adam kissed her forehead before heading back into the kitchen to grab a snack and unwind.

When the sun rose, waking Lute the following morning, she felt Adam’s arm around her. With a relieved sigh, she rested her hand atop his. ‘You bastard, you could have at least woken me up when you got home.’

The day had come. Lute had pulled herself up off the couch just before her water broke. She stared down baffled. “Umm, is that supposed to have happened?” Lute asked on the cusp of panic.

“Pretty sure? I think!?” He replied hesitantly. This wasn’t the first time he’d been through this, but it still rattled the nerves each time. He frantically reached for his phone to text Emily to meet them at the hospital. Someone needed to stay with Abel after all. He figured she’d know exactly what he meant with the simple text of, ’It’s go time.’

As Adam last minute panic packed minor things to bring with them, Abel looked to Lute with absolute worry, “What happened?! Are you okay?”

“Her water broke. Meaning that baby is coming and we gotta go,” Adam muffled, holding something between his teeth.

Lute held her belly wincing from a contraction, “What? I thought we still had a few more weeks?!” In hindsight, maybe all that stress and worrying over Adam being gone during the extermination had a price.

“Well, clearly the baby said now,” he tossed a bag over his shoulder before scooping Lute up, carrying her bridal style.

She gripped his collar to steady herself, “What are you doing? I can still walk.”

“Right sure, but we’ll get there faster if I just fucking carry you. Abel, hop on and don’t let go.”

Adam kicked in the door, entering the building rapidly with Abel following in tow. The angel at the reception desk hopped to their feet, “Sir, you can’t just–”

“Pregnant wife coming through!” Adam boasted, cutting the angel off. “Which way we gotta go?”

“O-oh, is she actively in labor?” the angel stammered, looking for another staff member to help.

“Probably!” Adam groaned. What a stupid question, do they think they’d be in such a rush if she wasn’t?

“Miss Emily!” Abel called out seeing her enter shortly after them.

The young seraphim hurried over to him, “I’m here, I made it!” After taking a second to catch her breath she looked to Adam still holding Lute in his arms, “What’s the plan?”

“Stay with him. Not sure how long this is gonna be so, I dunno take him to the arcade or park or something. I’ll send ya a text or whatever when we’re ready,” Adam gave her a nod, gesturing to Abel.

Emily nodded back, “Sure!”

“I love you,” Abel softly whispered, reaching up for Lute’s hand. “This is kind of scary…but you’ll be okay, right?”

Lute let her arm hang down and caressed his cheek, “Mhm, I’m sure I’ve endured much worse than this, I’ll be fine.” Abel hugged her hand to his cheek for a moment longer before hesitantly following Emily out of the building.

A nurse came down the hall, ushering for Adam to follow her. Lute crossed her arms over her chest with an annoyed pout on her face, “You don’t have to carry me anymore, we’re here.”

“Shush,” Adam quieted as he followed the angel down the hallway.

After a long and grueling 13 hours, the sounds of an angel baby’s first cry marked a joyous occasion. “A healthy little baby girl,” announced the nurse after cleaning off the baby and nestling her against Lute’s bosom. Adam leaned over her shoulder to get a glimpse.

“She’s perfect,” Lute breathed happily, despite her tiredness. Adam swept back the stray sweat drenched strands of Lute’s bangs to kiss her temple.

“Did you have a name picked out?” The angel asked with her clipboard ready.

Lute smiled softly at their little one, “Yes, I think so. But I want to wait a little while to make sure it’s right.”

“Of course, take all the time you need.” The nurse was about to leave when she felt the need to ask, “N-not meaning to pry…but we’ve all been wondering. How did this happen? By all accounts, it shouldn’t have? D-don’t get me wrong, life finds a way as they say, and it’s wonderful, but yeah- how?” She looked to Adam, who was trying to mask his uneasiness by wearing a smug grin.

Lute saw through Adam's facade out of the corner of her eye. Unspokenly, she understood what had occurred. She closed her eyes and exhaled a short laugh through her nose, “That’s the power and dedication of the first man for you. I don’t care how it happened, but I’m grateful it did.”

As the nurse closed the door behind her, Lute whipped her head to the side, staring daggers at Adam. He quickly turned away from her, trying to contain his giggle fit, “Don’t look at me!”

“You are a dead man when Sera finds out,” Lute grinned astonishedly. She could not believe the absolute audacity of this man.

Adam succumbed to his hysterical nervous laughter, “You don’t know the half of it! I am so fucking dead. Gonna be going for a fourth time . ”

The room fell quiet as Lute nursed the baby. Adam leaned his head against Lute’s. “You know, I know I said I was done naming things but…There’s one that’s calling to me. Wonder if we’re thinking the same thing?” Adam whispered softly.

“Guess you’ll find out when we tell Abel,” she teased.

“That’s so not fair. Come on, you know you wanna tell me!”

“How about we say our ideas at the same time then,” she laughed.

Adam grinned, “I can work with that.”

“Three,”

“Two,”

“One.”

“ ______ ” they said in unison.

Adam smirked, “Well look at that, we did have the same idea. Are you reading my mind?”

A bit later, Adam noticed that Lute was getting drowsy. He ran his hand over her hair, “How you feeling, babe?”

She purred at his touch, “Tired. She was worth it, but very tired.”

“Sleep, babe. You’ve definitely earned it,” he said as he made grabby hands at the sleeping baby. Lute defensively pulled away and pouted at him, not wanting him to take her. “Hey, don’t be greedy! You were already holding her for like– months. It’s my turn,” he joked lightheartedly.

Lute gave in and allowed Adam to take the baby so she could rest. Seeing the expression on his face as he held her, she felt assured that she could sleep undisturbed. Adam had had kids before so this wasn’t a new experience for him.

Except it did almost feel like an entirely new experience. When the boys were born, Eve wanted nothing to do with him and wanted him nowhere near the babies. At least while they were still newborns. As soon as they were old enough to walk and run around they were his problem from then on. So he hadn’t really gotten this one on one time before.

Adam felt his heart begin to swell as he looked at his daughter sleeping peacefully in his arms, “I forgot just how small they are when they’re just born…”

The wispy little white hairs atop her head resembled that of her mothers, with a small patch of brown similar to his own. ‘Ha, take that Lils. She looks just like her mother,’ he smiled to himself as he gently rubbed the back of his finger along her chubby cheek.

His breath was halted when she grabbed a hold of his finger with her tiny hand. With tears beginning to sting at his eyes, he threw his head back and looked to the ceiling, ‘Fuck. Fuck don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.’

“Morning, beautiful,” Adam called to Lute as she awoke from her nap.

Lute rubbed the sleep from her eyes, “Have you been holding her the whole time?”

“Yup. Some nurses came in and wanted to take her for a few things they said they needed to do. But since you weren’t up and I didn’t want to wake you, I told them that whatever they had to do they could do while I was holding her,” he said matter of factly.

Lute shook her head, “You have to let them do their jobs, Adam.”

“You kidding me? This is a once in forever baby, no way was I gonna let her out of my sight for a second. Besides, it worked. They did what they needed to,” Adam grinned. “Did you want her back now that you’re awake? Might be time for breakfast,” he booped the baby’s nose softly, eliciting a smile from her.

“Was she fussing at all?” Lute asked as he transferred the baby to her.

“Nope, not at all, surprisingly,”

She coddled the little one to her chest and let her nurse. With a contented sigh she asked, “Do you think Abel’s ready to meet his little sister?”

“He’s been ready since we told him months ago,” Adam chuckled, pulling out his phone to text Emily their room number.

As the minutes passed waiting for Emily to arrive, Adam stood and gave Lute a kiss to her temple, “You sure you’re gonna be alright while I go get him?”

Lute smirked and rolled her eyes, “Where am I going to go?” Adam returned her smile and left the room to meet Emily and Abel down the hallway.

“Dad!” Abel cried as he ran and jumped at Adam. “Is mama okay? And do I have a baby brother? Or a sister?” He asked excitedly.

Adam hugged his boy and kissed his cheek before setting him down, “Why don’t you go find out? You gotta be quiet though, baby’s sleeping.”

Abel put a finger to his lips with a nod and scampered off down the hallway to find them. Adam chuckled and turned to Emily, “You wanna come too?”

“Nope. I’ll wait until you bring her home~” Emily said cheerfully.

Adam tilted his head, “Huh, okay. Hey wait, how’d you know it’s a girl?”

“Just a hunch,” Emily shrugged happily. “You just give off girl dad energy to me!”

Emily waved him goodbye and he found his way back into the room his family was in. A warm feeling washed over him seeing them together. Abel watching his baby sister in awe. Seeing Lute softly smiling at him as he entered the room as she held their newborn. Adam exhaled a happy sigh. He loved his family and wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“So, whatcha think, little man?” Adam asked, placing a hand on Abel’s shoulder.

Abel looked at his sister with stars in his eyes, he whispered, “She’s so tiny…What’s her name?”

Lute looked to Adam as he set his arm around her neck, and back to Abel.

“Melody.”

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