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abyssalwyrm0 · 2 months ago

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Adam and Eve talk about the elephant (Cain) in the room.

He was where she expected to find him. After putting the children to sleep, Eve had gone after Adam and here he are, outside home and looking at the night sky with that grumpy face.

"Adam...." Eve calls him.

"What do you want?" Adam didn't even look back at her.

"We need to talk, it's about Cain." She says with a serious expression, having found strenght to have this talk and taking advantage that it was only the two of them now.

"Sigh, what's your son's problem?" He suddenly felt his energy being drained off and stress started to burn, he would need to put some effort to give her any attention.

"You."

"Oh, can you explain me, why?" Mockery was detected.

"You know why!" She tries to hold back his anger. "Adam, you see how he look like when you're with Abel and his siblings. He is envious and for good reasons, since you barely give him the time of the day."

"And why is this my problem? He isn't even my son! I'm already doing enough, giving and teaching him enough to him survive by allowing the brat to live under my roof with MY children where he get food and shelter.

"This isn't enough! Cain needs a father, and you're the only one who can do it...." Suddenly Adam jumped from where he sat and on heavy steps walked in high speed until where Eve was, interrupting her.

His golden eyes looked into her red eyes that formely were green with such a burning rage that made her shut up.

"How you fucking dare ask it from me!? He isn't my son, never will be and I won't pretend the contrary! Did you really think you can order me to love your bastard as if I'm obliged to it?!"

"Adam, please, I'm asking........"

"To raise and love the son of the person I hate most as if he was my son! Sorry, not sorry, sweety, but only the first part is possible and is already hard enough." He opens a sarcastic smile.

They remembers clearly of the day she gave birth to the original bastard. They had to figure out for themselves about how to do a childbirth like basically everything else since they were banished and this was one of the most scary moments for both of them. The pain, cries, all this bloood, etc, with the only examples of what was supposed to be done being the animals. The fact tha they had to do it again and again crossed their minds in the heat of the moment, but they had more urgent issues to deal with.

When Adam was holding Cain in his hands, Eve never felt so much afraid as if Adam was cruel enough to hurt a baby, even one whose mere existence offended him, but the look he was giving the newborn wasn't reassuring for her. There was so much rage there, but also sadness and dissapointment after the surprise ended and he got the situation. That blonde baby with white skin, red cheecks and angelic aura obviously wasn't his and he knew exactly who was his father.

Heaven only resolved to send some angels after Adam and Eve did most of the work, appearing exactly when the mother was asking to the stepfather calmly give her son, just to strip off the nephilim of his powers and let him crying with his family. Adam took advantage of the moment to let Eve alone with Cain to think alone and only appeared after what seemed to be an eternity for his wife, who was starting to think she and her son were abandoned.

"Please, Adam, my son deserve a father....."

"Why don't you ask his father to take care of him?" He interrupts her again.

"You know exactly why! With Lucifer and Lilith on hell, I can only rely on you!"

"I feel sooooooooo beloved~."

"Take things seriously, I need your help!"

"Of course, what you were going to do without me?" He chuckles bitterly, the fact instead of amusing him was making him angry.

"Exactly, we only have each other now. It's us against the world, fighting for ours and our children's survival! I need your help." She approaches.

"Urgh, shut up! I'm alread doing enough for you too, more than you deserve." He gives her the shoulder and walks away.

"Hey, what are you going to do!?" She shouts out of surprise and run after him, grabbing his arm.

With brute force Adam releases himself from Eve's hand, almost making her fall on the ground by accident. For a quick moment he seemed worried for her, but then he came back to his usual mood that vary between boringness and rage, and now he was very angry.

"Take care to not hurt yourself, fucking Wasted Rib. I need some time alone, later I'm coming back to sleep." He returns to the route of his original destiny, nowhere.

"Now!?" She points to the darkness of the night. "It's already too late, it will be too dangerous. If you don't want to talk now It's fine, but let's go back inside." She tries to grab him.

"I can take care of myself, don't talk as if you're worried about me." He avoids his touch.

"I'M WORRIED ABOUT YOU!"

"No, you aren't. You just care about how I can be useful for since you need me." He says with a tired tone.

"I'm the one being treated as an object...." She looks to the ground and kick one rock, before crossing her arms with an uncomfortable expression. "...you only care to how I can be useful to you, objectfying me as some sort of multitasking tool." Her voice turns heavy.

He rolls his eyes and leave her alone.

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allbark-no-bite · 1 year ago

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cain complex.

damon salvatore x reader (wc: 3.6k)

summary: he was the righteous brother, ever faithful and always gentle. and then there was Damon, dark and volatile with his ravenous Cain complex

warnings: angst, character death

author’s note: please note that this has nothing to do with the actual plot of TVD. this one’s been along time coming. ik people have a lot of mixed feelings about Damon so do with this what you will

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You started going to therapy again, per Ric's request. He hadn't forced you to go of course, he didn't feel that it was his place to tell you what do. Even though he did feel responsible for looking after you and Jeremy, it seemed as though the two of you looked after him just as much, and really it felt weird to enforce anything under the guise of being your parent.

While he did technically assume guardianship and enforced the unavoidable things like school and general safety, he had a tendency to make other things appear as mere suggestions. Such as one am curfews and therapy.

"It's just—I don't know. Just be a normal teenager. Teenagers go to therapy all the time. That's like the thing now," he'd said one morning while rinsing off dishes in the kitchen sink. And while he had been nonchalant about the suggestion, you knew he was really hoping you would take him up on the offer. Maybe Ric was right, it was time to do normal non-vampire teenager things.

—

"You said you're still sleeping at his house?"

His voice sounds contemplative, even a little concerned. "You know that while it's okay to want some alone time to process, it's better to surround yourself with people that you care about and who care about you. Maybe Ric or even one of your friends could stay with you?"

Ric had pulled a few strings at the university and gotten in touch with a friend of Isabel's who was familiar with the whole supernatural vampire situation. So while he hadn't particularly been taken by surprise by anything you had told him, there are still somethings that you don't know how to explain.

A light, airy laugh leaves your mouth as you wipe the wetness away from your eyes, stalling in hopes that there's a better way to explain that you're not there alone. "Well... there's Damon."

Damon, who without question, took away the worst suffering imaginable from your little brother. Damon, who time and time again, made sure your family was safe. Damon, who fought his way into your life and never left.

He actually pauses and looks up from his notes. This is the first time that you have seen him look surprised after nearly two weeks of sessions.

"You're staying with Damon?"

—

You feel him even before you see him at the funeral. His presence has always been like that, not quite smothering but certainly there. Alway there. His shoulder brushes yours to formally announce his arrival.

"Hey," he offers lowly, his smooth voice as level and unwavering as ever.

"Hey," you breathe back as you turn, looking up to meet his sharp eyes. They're intensified by a subtle redness around his irises. It is strange to think you had found them unnerving at first. Admittedly, their unnatural blueness was shocking to everyone. They were the eyes of a natural born predator, startling as much as they were cunning.

The crisp black suit hugs his broad shoulders in a presidentially confident manner. It's a noticeable difference as compared to how you are so used to seeing him, untamed and bestial. You're reminded of a wolf in captivity, controlled but only because he has momentarily allowed it.

Damon sighs heavily, like it's the first real breath he's taken in a while. "As someone who did not die when they should have over two hundred years ago, I can't say this ever gets any easier."

"It's not supposed to be easy. You're brothers, Damon."

He snorts, his shiny blue eyes fixed ahead on the casket. "So were Cain and Abel. Need I remind you of how that ended?" His voice comes out dry and ends with his signature humorous lilt that borderlines on insensitive; defiantly not how you would expect one who just lost their brother to sound.

Used to Damon's sarcasm by now, you recognize the bitterness in it. You know that no matter how many fights they had, no matter how much they disagreed, they would always forgive each other in the end. You wouldn't go as far as to say that they loved each other, they had both caused each other too much pain for that, but they were so devoted to keeping the other alive that sometimes the lines blurred. They were loyal like dogs, the Salvatores.

As if to address the silence that has washed over the two of you, he finally says, "We'll get over this."

"I know," you say, staring ahead at the casket.

When you don't look at him, he says it again. "I mean it, (Y/n). We're going to be okay."

Your throat is tight and all you can do is stare ahead as you fight the losing battle of not crying. "I know," you say again, but this time your voice cracks.

Damon sighs. "C'mere," he says, extending his hand out to you and pulling you in under his arm. Suddenly needing his embrace, you give in and turn to wrap your arms around him, your hands sliding under his suit jacket to feel the leanness of his body hidden beneath. You burrow into his chest, trying and failing to muffle your own sobs. With a sigh, Damon rests his chin on the top of your head. He allows you to stand there and just cry for a while, humming so that you can feel the vibrations of his throat.

When your tears stop and you go quiet in his arms, Damon pulls away from you just slightly to push the hair away from your face. Leaning down, he runs his perfectly sculpted nose along your throat, under your jaw, and up your cheek. You can tell by the way he breathes that the kind of respect that you're asking him for is causing him real, physical pain. You are pressed so close that you get the sense he is trying to make this enough.

"He loved you," he whispers, his mouth hot against your cheek. "He loved you so much."

You shut your eyes, fighting back more tears and try to will away the grief that is clawing it's way up your throat. Instead you think about the firm muscle of Damon's arms around you and the raw familiarity of his body on yours. Sure, you had loved Stefan, but Damon was no stranger.

"I loved you too," he murmurs, speaking into your shoulder. "And I know that I'm not Stefan—but god I loved you. I still love you."

I know, you want to say. I know. But you can't quite find the words and Damon doesn't push you to.

He just hugs you like he knows it might be the last time. Because after this you'll need space and time to heal, and he'll give it to you. Unwillingly, but he'll give it to you. You deserved that much.

You want to tell him that you will never learn how to love anyone quite like him. Because he had rearranged your ribs and crawled into you at some point without the intention to stay. But instead you don't say anything because you're not ready yet, don't know if you'll ever be again, and you don't want to make promises that you can't keep.

Regardless of the contradiction to the space that you have asked for, most nights you still find yourself in the Salvatore manor, like a dog waiting for someone who's never going to return home. You know that Ric would rather you home, and you've tried explaining to him your need to be there, but you really don't even understand it yourself. Sometimes you spend days there at a time, lingering between the kitchen, the sofa, and one of the spare bedrooms without much of a routine.

Damon's heavy weight shifts the bed as he eases onto the mattress behind you, having found you in one of the many spare bedrooms after his shower. He is the exception to your lack of routine. He shapes his body around yours with practiced ease. A sigh escapes his nose as he settles in, his nose in your hair, chest pressed to your back. You hug your arms around yourself tighter, as if that could somehow communicate to him that you need to feel his closeness. It does, and his arms encircling your waist tighten. Neither of you say anything for a long time.

He has been quiet for weeks now, uncharacteristically so. Maybe part of it is due to the lack of bristling arguments with Stefan. The two of you have learned to live around each other surprisingly well. Much like two ghosts inhabiting a big empty house. Somehow you keep ending up in the same bed.

You turn to face him, the sheets shuffling as you move. His hand lifts from your waist, hovering to allow you the initiation of any sort of contact. Even before now, he has always kept a big brotherly distance from you; respectful but achingly familiar.

You move your head so that you are both sharing the same pillow, your bodies only separated by a sliver of space in between. Lifting your own hand from beneath the sheets, you grab his wrist and place his palm on your waist. The corners of his mouth vaguely lift into a smile. Your chest feels surprisingly light at the sight of it. Damon has always been breathtakingly handsome.

But he's always been Damon.

His fingertips trail up from your waist. He runs them up and down the ridges of your ribs, the blunt of his nails barely grazing your skin. His heavy hand slips up your body to cradle your cheek, his blue eyes wandering over your face while his thumb caresses your cheekbone. You tilt your chin up towards him so that your noses brush. Damon swallows and his lips part, exhaling softly.

His brow is less tense that you have seen it in a long time. No longer set with that look of insistent worry. You don't mean for him to worry so much about you.

"This doesn't have to be anything more than you want it to be," he murmurs, stopping you before you both edge too close.

Normally anyone would have taken this as some sort of forewarning, a reminder that he is not responsible for whatever follows after. This is Damon after all. All the same, you see it in his eyes that this isn't him warning you. He really means it; whatever you choose, it's fine. He'll be fine.

The reality of his continuous presence has just begun to sink in. It has been in the forefront of your mind that he's been restraining himself, hoping that eventually this transitionary stage will fade into something more. You have never imagined that he would settle for what little you're giving him. It is so uncharacteristic of him, to settle for anything less than everything.

This change that has happened within him, you have been blind to. There was a reason you had fallen for Stefan. He was the righteous brother, ever faithful and always gentle. And then there was Damon, dark and volatile with his ravenous Cain complex. Never would you have described Damon as compromising and steadfast, but here he is, laying beside you, saying that he would be content with nothing more other than to lie next to you and exist in your presence.

You grab his hand with your own, following his fingers as they glide down to your neck. "That's a heavy promise for a man who's going to live forever."

Damon thumbs at the hollow of your throat, but his blue eyes are fixed on your own. "Even if I had a thousand lifetimes, I would spend all but one choosing you."

"And with that one?" you ask, swallowing beneath his touch.

He sighs, still smiling faintly. "I would step back. Give you your happy ending with him." Only the slight twitch of the corner of his mouth gives him away. That was his one tell, that self deprecating look.

"I am happy," you assure him.

"But I'm not Stefan."

You don't say anything for a moment. Instead you prolong your gaze on his face, taking in the undeniable attractiveness of it. Now that you think about it, you can't even pin down the moment where you started allowing yourself to even consider such a thought. At what point had you started to think of him as anything more than a friend?

"No, you're not."

He swallows, and for the first time tonight, the look in his eyes is hurt. "And that's it? It's just always going to be Stefan?"

You want to be able to tell him that you're moving on, it's just that it still feels like you're hurting all of the time. "I don't know. Maybe if I had met you first..."

Damon's eyes look away, like he's taking a moment to compose himself, before he sighs. "Right... right."

*four years ago*

"New OR–LINS."

"New Orleenz."

"No!" you exclaim, your chest squeezing tight due to lack of air it's getting from laughing and the intensity of his million watt smile.

Damon grins lazily, his pearly white teeth on display again. "I'm telling you, my parents are from the south. It's New Orleens."

The action only seems to make your chest tighter. You feel slightly dizzy from a combination of the champagne and electric nerves. All you can seem do is laugh at the earnesty in his voice and hope he blames your flushed cheeks on the alcohol.

Damon Salvatore. The mystery man of Mystic Falls. He's got a front page picture face with all of the amenities: unsettling, crystal blue eyes, jet black hair, and a wicked smile. The same smile that is currently rendering you speechless.

"You're staring."

Quickly, you tear your eyes away from his face. You glance to his nearly empty glass of whiskey and then back to his now smirking face. "Sorry," you reply, embarrassed at having been caught staring. You were a grown woman, not some teenage girl fawning over an older guy. And he was older, you just couldn't put your finger on how much older.

Damon just grins wryly, his pink lips pressed together to conceal most of his smile. He hums, sitting back on the bar stool. "It's okay. You're not the only one."

You glance over your shoulder and make eye contact with Matt. He stares back at you with that signature worried expression on his face. You sigh and turn back towards the bar, acting as though you didn't just see him.

You haven't talked for most of the night and it's looking like it might be better if you kept it that way. You'd fought again over his parents. It wasn't his fault. None of it was. He was Matt, your best friend since elementary school for god's sake. Matt, who was caring and loving and honest and too good to you.

You focus on the little bit of champagne left in your glass. You can feel the burn of Damon's eyes on you.

"Hey, I get it. It's okay," he assures you. His hand settles on your knee under the bar. It's not nearly as warm as you were expecting it to be but it still makes your skin feel hot.

You sigh, unable to look at him and staring to realize that what you're doing is ridiculous. You had a boyfriend. It was wrong for you to be sitting here, talking with a random man and letting him but you drinks. Even if he was gorgeous.

You want to ask him if he has a girlfriend because maybe that would make this whole thing a little bit easier to take. Then you could just get up and walk away. But you can't bring yourself to even look him, much less say anything to his face. Maybe you don't even want to know. Him being single would make this whole thing worse. It would put the ball back in your field.

"Is everything alright?" he asks, leaning in. This time his hand travels further up your knee. His cologne is overwhelming in the sense that if you don't get away from him, you'll do something irrational.

"Excuse me," you manage, jumping up from your seat and tipping the stool as you go. You don't wait to see if it falls because you can't risk looking back at his face.

Your feet carry you in the direction of Caroline and Bonnie, brushing directly past Matt, who you try not to look at. Thankfully he doesn't try to stop you. When you reach your friends, Caroline turns towards you smiling, but it grows smaller as she takes in your look of urgency.

"Hey!— What's wrong? Is everything okay?" Her hand finds your elbow, the worry on her face evident.

You place your hand on top of hers. "Really, it's nothing. I'm fine. Just some random guy at the bar," you reassure her, feeling your heat rate as it begins to settle.

A look of gentle understanding crosses her face and she gives your arm a reassuring squeeze. "Things are going to work out between you and Matt. I know they will. Okay?"

You swallow and try not to let her see the doubt on your own face. "I know. Thanks, Care."

This time she breaks out into a real smile, grabbing your hand. "Now come on! Let's dance!"

You allow her to drag out onto the middle of the floor in the grill, meeting up with Bonnie. It's easy to let your worries go for even just a little while when you're with them. It's a Friday night and you're with your best friends and there's absolutely nothing to worry about. It's kinda of like what they say, nothing bad ever happens in Mystic Falls.

"I'm going to take it as a compliment that you're talking to everyone here but me."

The voice coming from behind you makes you jump. You hadn't even heard his footsteps coming up behind you. It was like he had appeared out of thin air. You could have sworn he wasn't there a moment ago.

You'd stepped out of the backdoor of The Grill for a moment, needing some fresh air. More like needing to get away from Matt's wounded puppy dog eyes, but air all the same. You had nearly all but forgotten the handsome stranger at the bar until now.

Damon approaches you, his hands hidden in the pockets of his black leather jacket. He looks no less confident than he did earlier at the bar, that easy smile still on his lips, charming blue eyes shining in the moonlight.

"You gotta be careful. They say there are vampires around here."

For once you allow your shoulders to relax, and you let out a sigh. "Hey. I'm sorry," you begin, shaking your head. "I'm having a rough night. It's just that I'm probably about to break up with my boyfriend except I'm not supposed to break up with him because he's perfect. But then he starts talking about getting married and I'm not ready to get married. I'm barley nineteen—"

Damon just stands there, listening quietly to your rant and watching you with curious eyes. That's all you've wanted for past week. Just someone to listen without trying to convince you that Matt was the perfect guy.

Even when your rant ends, Damon remains quiet. He sucks on his pearly teeth before replying. "Sometimes just because he's the perfect guy doesn't mean he's the right guy. You can take it from me when I say I don't regret not being the perfect guy." His face pinches briefly into something that looks like hurt as he says, "It's no fun anyway."

Admittedly, you kind of laugh at his revelation. "Because you would know all about that. Have you looked in a mirror lately, Damon? In what world are you not perfect?"

His mouth twitches up but he doesn't really make the effort to smile. "You'd be surprised."

You swallow, watching him as he walks a bit closer. "What do you mean?"

"Do you have any idea what it's like to no longer be human?" Your brows furrow but Damon cuts you off before you can answer. "You don't. It's terrible. I hate it. I hate it more than anything in the world. But what I hate even more is that you're going to have to forget about me."

His hand cups your cheek and you know you need to step back, you need to get away from him, but your legs are frozen and you can't move. Your heart is back to pounding in your chest like it was earlier. You want to scream. For anyone, for Matt, but Damon's hand is cupping your jaw and he could shut you up the second you opened your mouth.

His blue eyes are staring directly into yours. They're just as unsettling as they were when he caught your eye at the bar earlier. What is possibly even more terrifying is that you can't look away.

And then he's just... gone.

Your heart is still thumping in your chest, but when you look around, there's no one there.

Had you been talking to someone?

*present day*

There's something that he's not telling you, but you won't push him to, not right now. Right now it's good to just lay with him and know that you're both here and that he's not going anywhere.

He could tell you. He could be selfish and tell you that he did meet you first. That you were never Stefan's to begin with.

But that's the thing about being Cain. He will always be his brother's keeper.

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fraugwinska · 2 months ago

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For the longest time, you had asked yourself what would come first: That you’d accommodate to hell or that hell accommodated to you.

Not long after the fall of the morning star, just even two generations after Cain killed his brother Abel, you followed. One of the first human souls to be damned to plunge down rather than rise above. Young you were, and a defiant little thing, your only crime your rebellion against the man you were forcefully married to, much too close in family relation, and much too insistent of where your place should be. Under him. Head bowed, demure, compliant and silent. Serving not taking. Accommodating not demanding. Molded not molding. You were meant to be clay in his hands, shaped to fit his desires as God had intended, but you had fire in your veins and iron in your spine. When you refused to yield, with your sharp tongue by day and a knife in your hands at night to keep him out of your marital bed, he made sure you were condemned for it.

A man of faith, a respected man of God and proud descendant of the first man Adam, he took your defiance as sin like first mother Lilith’s, your disobedience as wickedness unlike the right mother Eve, and not even two months after your unwanted marriage, in the dead of night, he made sure you paid for it. A stake built by the hands of the men of your righteous community, a whispered prayer spoken by unholy lips, and the words that sealed your fate: She is unholy, Lord. Take her soul from this earth, lest she bring ruin upon the righteous.

The world called it justice. Heaven might’ve called it divine will. And so, Hell opened its arms to you instead. The moment death took you the fall began. Through fire and darkness, you plunged—one of the first souls condemned in the wake of Lucifer’s rebellion. And yet, in Hell, you found something you had never been granted in life.

Freedom.

Hell had no need for silent, obedient wives. It did not demand your submission—it demanded your strength. And so, in the infernal depths where hellspawn roamed and sinners schemed, you did not break. You bloomed. You learned the language of survival, the currency of the budding power down there. And soon, the same defiance that had damned you became the very thing that kept you standing. Here, power was not given—it was taken. And so you took. You learned. You adapted. The same fire that had once marked you as a heretic now burned within you, bright and unyielding. Fueled by powers hell had granted you – to see. See hell, see the souls behind the sinners, see visions of new worlds born from darkness, songs and stardust.

Throughout the centuries, you and Lucifer Morningstar’s paths crossed a few times. Shortly after your descent, he came to you, along with his wife, Lillith. You knew about her, though erased from the scriptures, only by the whispers hushed behind hands with words of disgust and disdain. While the involuntary king of hell seemed pained to see you, his queen had been delighted, offering you protection and shelter after hearing your story and learning of your abilities, in exchange for your service to the crown. When you refused, she seemed offended and cold towards you but kept her composure. Lucifer, on the other hand, had nodded in sad understanding.

“Free will is what brought you down here, little one. And free will you’ll have – for as long as you can wield it."

They had left you to your own devices then, watching from a distance as you carved out a life—or what passed for one—in the depths of damnation. You weren’t a ruler, nor did you seek to out be one. You weren’t a warrior, though you learned how to fight back. You watched from afar as more and more sinners came, fortifying the space you held with no desire to join their increasing battles amongst them for power and control.

It was much later, after the deadly sins were born, the first overlords had risen and fallen, after Hell had shaped itself into something resembling order, that Lucifer came to you again. This time alone, and not with an offer of protection, but of purpose.

"You were one of the first," he said, standing at the threshold of your domain on the outskirts of what had been named Pentagram City, where ruined stone and ashes from the past met the modernity of a progressively growing city. "You have seen Hell change, evolve. You have watched the damned become something more, and yet, unlike the others from your time, you remain... unclaimed."

You arched a brow, unimpressed. "Are you here to change that, Morning Star?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "No. I'm here to offer you something fitting of what you are."

You waited, silent, as he stepped closer, his golden eyes burning with the weight of eons.

"Hell was born from rebellion, from choice, from stories twisted and rewritten by those who feared the truth. And yet, we have no one to keep our history, no voice to tell it as it was rather than how others wish it to be remembered."

He met your gaze then, something almost expectant in the way he watched you.

"Be Hell’s chronicler. Not bound to me, not bound to the throne, but a witness to it all. A keeper of what was, a recorder of what will be. Not a servant—but a protégé of mine."

The fire in your veins burned hotter at the offer. Not a queen, not a soldier, not a pawn in some grander scheme. A voice. A record. A hand in carving the world that would be your home for eternity.

You let the silence stretch before finally speaking, lips curling into something like a smile.

"Where do I begin?"

Lucifer smiled, and for the first time since you met him, the sadness within it was gone. “You can start by calling me Lucifer.”

***

Years passed while you created a detailed chronic of hell. With enchanted ink you filled thousands of pages, marking dates and events that lead to hell as it was, listing sinners that came into power and were swallowed by others that were more powerful. Countless names were archived, the golden letters swallowed by the pages of the Almanac Lucifer had sent you, never running out of space to add more as time went by.

When you wrote down the words ‘Charlotte Morningstar’ next to the name of your benefactor, you had smiled – while neither Lilith nor Lucifer had visited you again, you had heard the rumors of the royal pair growing apart, the queen taking the charge of shaping hell while the king apparently retreating into the depth of their palace. It was strangely comforting to see that even though Lilith became the face of hell’s uprising in the public eye, turning Lucifer into a reclusive hermit cowering from responsibility to his people by the developing press, the family seemed to be intact and growing, with the daughter given a name meaning free man ominously foreboding.

Though, like all things in hell, it didn’t last. The vision had been clear as heavens skies and heavy like the sulfuric air of hell: The queen had left hell, her daughter and her husband behind.

And even though Lucifer came to you, broken with despair and drained by the tears fallen from his burning eyes, begging you as if he wasn’t the most powerful entity of hell, even with all your efforts you couldn’t find her. Vanished from the hellscape, the queen had disappeared without a trace.

“I wish I could do more, Lucifer. I really do.” You had said, your voice trembling as you saw the former angel fall to his knees in defeat, sobbing as he mourned the loss of his wife. Ignoring the decorum, you placed your hand gently on his shaking shoulder, and when he placed his hand on yours, the heat of a thousand dying stars almost burned through your skin.

“I know you do, my friend.”

***

Around the middle of the 1930’s a vision shook you awake, the images so vivid you much less than sprinted out of bed and opened the Almanac with trembling fingers.

A name had appeared, cutting through the darkness of your sleep like a knife and left blood-red letters behind, spelling a name that tasted like electricity on your tongue as you wrote it down.

Alastor

The writing had been neat, but extravagant. Brutality subtly hidden within flourished elegance. Charming and dangerous. You could recount only a few instances a vision had made your hair stand up and your pulse gone high, and they all stood in the shadow of this name. You stared at the word, the writing replicated from the image of your vision that you still saw before you like it was burned into your ever-seeing eyes, and you were sure that it would encounter you again soon.

And soon proved to be not too far away. Mere days after the night you wrote it into the chronicle of hell, you along all the other sinners listened to the first broadcast of the Radio Demon. Overlord after overlord disappeared, and while others almost fearfully wondered about who that mysterious force was, the crimson name flashed through your mind.

Alastor.

It didn’t take long for him to claim the infamous title. As you watched and wrote about his rise amongst the ranks of the pride ring, toppling powers that had been established and firm for decades like it was nothing, you became fascinated with the persona. As you kept track on his endeavors, you realized a pattern behind it. When it came to power, Alastor didn’t discriminate. He took souls and dealt with overlords with no regards to their gender at all, but it seemed he never punched down. No, in fact, he seemed to only turn his gaze up. Up to the cocky, the powerful, the ruthless.

Alastor wasn’t just a rising force—he was a disruptor of the Status Quo hell had established for quite some time. A force to be reckoned with. He was taking down the untouchables, toppling the high-ranking overlords, and with each victory, his name spread further across Hell. You had watched this power shift, and while many trembled, you couldn’t help but be intrigued. He played the game like a master, with finesse, and an unsettling calm that struck fear into the hearts of even those who thought themselves sure of their monopoly.

You knew there was more to him than what the others saw. His rise was not random—it was methodical, calculated. Each move he made was designed to provoke a reaction, to unsettle, to dismantle the existing order. He was carving a new path, one that seemed to call to you. His unrelenting hunger for power was matched only by his ambition to rattle and reshape the Pentagram. You had seen the glimpses of what he could become in your visions, and they made your blood run cold—and yet, you could not look away.

His charisma, his audacity, it was all too easy for others to latch onto. His fame rose akin to his power, as did his admirers and enemies alike. He wasn’t just playing the game—he was rewriting it, turning it into something that had never been seen before in Hell’s history.

And now, with the ink of his name still fresh in your chronicle, you found yourself at a crossroads. The fire that burned in his eyes whenever you saw visions of him, the confidence he exuded - he was a force that could either destroy everything you had painstakingly built or give you an opportunity to witness history in the making.

One thing was clear: Alastor was not someone to be ignored, nor someone to be underestimated. And you, the witness to Hell’s darkest stories, knew that the next chapter was only just beginning. And his name would be in the title of it.

***

It was only a matter of time before your paths would cross. You were sure of it because the more you saw and learned about the Radio Demon, the more you learned that he was a creature very insistent of maintaining the right kind of reputation. One of infamousness and one to be remembered. Captured and preserved for eternity. And although your afterlife’s work was a mostly unrecognized one, everyone knew who it was that did it.

You had expected it to happen sooner, truth be told — maybe a shadow slinking into your domain with that ever-present, unnerving grin that had quickly become his trademark among the denizens of hell. Perhaps a flickering broadcast discreetly addressing you, daring you to acknowledge the weight of his presence over the screams of yet another foe swallowed. Instead, it happened with the quiet inevitability of a predator meeting another that had been watching from the dark.

You felt him before you saw him. A ripple in the air, like a radio frequency just barely out of tune, static brushing the edges of your mind. The scent of old vinyl records, burned wood and something richer—like the iron tang of freshly spilled blood—coiled through your study, even before his voice lilted through the silence.

"My, my," the words dripped with amusement, a song in themselves, lilting and playful in the slightly distorted transatlantic accent that had become classic during the aftermath of the fiorst world war. "The infamous Chronicler of Hell, tucked away in the shadows of a flourishing world while the same turns its pages. I must say, cher, I’ve been dying to meet you."

And there he stood, framed in the dim light of your candles – the long and slender figure of the demon you’ve watched in your visions and through the thousand eyes scattered through hell. Dressed in the color of the blood he so happily took from his victims, woven into a tattered, yet well-kept dapper ensemble. His grin a crescent moon of sharp teeth, the treacherous reveal of his true nature hidden by the softness of his deer-like features… the perfect wolf in sheeps clothing with eyes like radio dials that were turning, turning, turning — tuning in to you.

You did not startle, though the air crackled with his presence, charged with the kind of static electricity like the moment before a lightning strike. You didn’t wonder how he found his way into your tower – you were very aware that the very shadows you had hidden your space in were the ones he had managed to utilize. No, you didn’t react like any other sinner would’ve if they were in your position, preparing to flee or to fight to get away from him. Instead, you merely sat your feather back into the pot of ink and closed the Almanac before you, gently placing a blotting paper in between the pages so the golden letters shimmering in the candlelight wouldn’t smudge as you lifted your gaze to meet his.

"I’m pleased to finally meet you too, Alastor, the Radio Demon." you greeted, his name rolling off your tongue with the weight of the knowledge you had obsessively accumulated.

His grin widened, if such a thing was even possible, his fingers twitching on his microphone staff he used as a glorified walking stick — restless, eager. Like a performer, just before the curtain rises. "Oh, so you do know me! I feel positively honored!" He took a step forward into your study, the shadows stretching behind him like eager hands. "I’ve always wondered how I’d be immortalized in that little book of yours. Tell me, cher, do I make for a thrilling read?"

His words danced in the air, playful, probing, but you had read enough of him to recognize the calculation beneath. Alastor was a man of spectacle, of carefully woven narratives, of power wielded with an impenetrable smile. And now, he was watching you just as keenly as you had watched him.

"History is written by those who survive it," you mused, leaning back in your chair, fingers steepled. "The question is, will you?"

For the first time, his laughter faltered—not gone, merely shifted, deeper, richer. The frequency of it changed, static curling at the edges. And yet, the amusement never left his gaze.

"Oh, darling," he all but purred, his voice dipping into something far more dangerous. "You wound me. But I do love a good story, especially when I can get a hand on choosing the narrative.”

"Before you continue," you said smoothly, tilting your head ever so slightly. "I see that I’ve been rude in not properly introducing myself. While I have no real use for a name, you may address me as Clio." It was the name you had chosen for yourself, deciding it was best to burn it off the Almanac, like your earthly body had been. It had irked you to no end when you found out Lucifer had inspired Greek humans to name a tacky deity after you, and out of the rare letters you sent him, this one had been the most reprimanding one. The obsidian writing desk he had sent you back with his amused apology barely a consolation for the ridicule you felt whenever you were remembered of your fictional counterpart.

For a fleeting moment, there was something unreadable in his gaze, the dials in his eyes flickering through unseen frequencies before settling again into their crimson hue. Then, just as quickly, the smile returned, wide and gleaming.

"Clio, is it?" He rolled the name over his tongue, tasting it like a fine vintage. "Ah! Like the muse of history herself! How fitting!"

You arched a twitching brow. "A coincidence, I assure you."

His laughter crackled like an old radio, distorting at the edges. "Oh, my dear, nothing in Hell is ever just coincidence." He tapped a finger against his temple as if sharing some grand joke, then gestured to the grand tome before you. "But very well, Clio. If that is what you prefer, who am I to deny the Chronicler of Hell her proper title?"

You inclined your head in acknowledgment, watching him carefully.

"You see," he continued, stepping closer, the flickering candlelight casting jagged shadows across his face, "I've always had a fondness for stories. The ones spun from whispers in the dark, from screams cut short, from the rise and fall of the so-called mighty." His eyes gleamed, the dials shifting ever so slightly, tuning into something unseen, something just beyond the reach of ordinary perception. "And you, my dear, hold the quill that etches them into eternity."

You regarded him carefully, letting the weight of his words settle between you. He was playing a game, one you had come to know well. Every movement, every inflection, was deliberate—designed to entice and ensnare. But you were not a poor sinner desperate for a shady deal to secure their detrimental safety, nor were you an unwitting pawn in whatever performance he intended to stage.

"Careful, Alastor," you murmured, the ghost of a smile curling at the edges of your lips as you motioned him to sit in an Armchair near you. "History does not bow to those who seek to control it. It is an impartial thing, even to those who fancy themselves its most captivating figures."

His grin stretched impossibly wider, but there was something sharper behind it now, something edged with the thrill of challenge as he sat down, crossing his long legs suavely. "Ah, but history is written by those clever enough to shape it, wouldn’t you say?" His voice was syrup-sweet, a melody laced with static and the distant echo of long-forgotten screams. "And I do so love shaping things to my liking."

He leaned in then, just enough for you to catch the faintest trace of something beneath the scent of old vinyl and blood—something deeper, older. It was the scent of change, of something just on the cusp of rewriting itself.

You met his gaze, unflinching. "Then I suppose you’ve come to ensure your story is told the right way."

A chuckle, rich and full of knowing. "Oh, my dear Clio, it’s much more than that." he crooned, his shadow detaching itself to tap a long, black finger against the cover of the Almanac behind you. "I've come to ensure it’s a story worth remembering."

***

Despite his brave face and unyielding smile, it was more than clear he was, to say the least, disappointed that his visit didn’t pan out like he imagined. You hadn’t been the passive, easily manipulated and tired sinner he most certainly expected. Instead, Alastor had been faced with your headstrong calmness, the ease with which you faced him had both irritated and fascinated him. Realizing his initial tactic wouldn’t help his cause, he said his goodbyes. Though not without the polite threat to visit again. And visit again he did.

It took him a month of carnage and destruction to return, a bouquet of deep violet aconites in hand.

“Now, Clio, dear,” he drawled, stretching out the syllables of your name, his grin stretching when your brow twitched again in slight annoyance. “I must say, I find myself positively enchanted by your little operation here. All this history, all these secrets... It must be exhausting, keeping track of the comings and goings of Hell’s finest. Don’t you ever feel—oh, what’s the word—detached? Watching, but never taking part?”

You regarded him evenly, your fingers resting on the cover of the Almanac, feeling the pulse of its enchanted ink beneath your touch. He was prodding, testing the waters to see where the cracks might be, where you might bend. But you had spent centuries refining the art of remaining unshaken.

“You mistake my role, Alastor,” you replied smoothly. “I am not merely a passive observer. I am the ink and paper of history itself. Just because I do not wield a blade or strike a deal does not mean I do not shape what is remembered. Even the most powerful fall into obscurity when no one remains to write their name.”

His grin twitched, amusement gleaming in his crimson eyes. “Ah, now that is interesting.” He leaned forward, resting his chin upon his clasped hands, gaze intent. “So you do believe in control, after all. You may not move the chess pieces yourself, but you decide which moves are remembered.”

He let out a burst of static-laced laughter, delighted at the realization. “Why, Clio, that makes you more powerful than you let on! And here I thought you were just some reclusive little scholar.”

You tilted your head, amusement glinting in your eyes. “And here I thought you were just another snobby overlord.”

He beamed. “Touché, my dear!”

A long silence stretched between you as you and him alike sipped on the bourbon you offered after he came in, filled only with the soft rumbles of the raging sulfur storm outside. You studied him, the way he seemed so at ease yet never still, a creature of motion even when seated. A man always aware of the performance he was giving, yet never letting his mask slip. And yet… there was something else. A purpose behind his presence here, beyond mere curiosity or vanity.

“You didn’t come here again just to tell me you admire my work,” you finally said. “You seem to be very fond of using words, so tell me: What do you really want, Alastor?”

For a moment, the air shifted. The temperature of the room seemed to drop, the shadows lengthening at the edges of your study. His grin did not falter, but something in his gaze sharpened.

“My, my. Right to the point. How dreadfully efficient of you,” he hummed. “Very well, since you insist.” He spread his arms in a grand, theatrical motion. “I want a guarantee.”

You raised a brow. “A guarantee?”

“That while my story is written—oh, and I know it is already in the works for quite some time,” he chuckled darkly, “it is told in its full glory. Not just the gossip of the frightened or the meiosis of the envious. I want someone to see beyond the surface, one who understands the artistry of it all.” His eyes gleamed, eerie and bright in the dim light. “And who better than the chronicler of hell herself?”

You considered his words, the weight behind them. Alastor was many things—dangerous, unpredictable, utterly insatiable in his hunger for control—but above all, he was a performer. And a performer’s worst fear was not death. It was being forgotten.

“You want me to immortalize you,” you mused, running a finger along the edge of the Almanac. “Ensure your legacy remains the way you want it to, untainted by the gossip and slander of what you perceive lesser minds.”

His grin widened, something triumphant flashing behind his eyes. “Precisely.”

A slow smile curled on your lips, the taste of bourbon still lingering on them. “Oh, Alastor,” you said, voice velvet-smooth. “What hell presents me, I record. Whether it’s the great or the miserable… any- and everything. And most importantly…” You set down your glass, and gave him a long, analyzing glance. “…I do not write stories to please their subjects.”

To your utmost surprise and confusion, his chuckled response was rich with delight. “Clio, my dear, that’s all I want – an untainted eye with a knack for the details. I would expect nothing less.”

He stood, tapping his microphone staff against the floor, the static in the air crackling like distant thunder. “I look forward to our partnership then, my dear historian.” he crooned. “Let’s make history worth reading.”

And with that, he tipped his head, his eyes gleaming with mischief, and the shadows swallowed him whole. You sat there, staring at the space where he had been, fingers tracing the worn leather of the Almanac.

You sat in the stillness that followed his departure, the weight of his words hanging heavy in the air, as if they lingered like smoke in the corners of the study. A partnership, he’d called it. But you knew well enough by now—the Radio Demon was not someone who would truly share power, and this "partnership" was a delicate dance, one where the roles would always remain blurred depending which point of view one would look at it. He would use you, just as you would use him. The difference was, you were the one who could control the narrative.

Your fingers gently brushed over the pages of the Almanac, and you couldn't help but smile to yourself. If there was one thing that was certain in this exchange, it was that Alastor had just unknowingly relit a fire in you that had extinguished for a long time. Influence. His ambition would shape his legacy—but only if you allowed it. And while he thought he had all the strings in his hands, you weren’t sure he was aware that you were the one to weave them.

"Let’s make history worth reading," he'd said.

A chuckle escaped your lips. Oh, you would make sure Alastor would be remembered. Whether it was as a legend, a monster, a myth or something entirely different — that would be up to you, and the thought made you smile as you set out to get ready for another night of mundane visions.

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rius-cave · 10 months ago

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So I found another AU. And guess what.

It’s one of the most angsty shits I’ve ever came up with.

Guardian Angel AU.

Lucifer is a winner who died with his family in a car accident when he was 14. (Let’s ignore the fact that Lu’s parent is God and throw two random parents. He had a twin brother, Michael and a sister, Charlie.) And they went to Heaven.

Lucifer rose in status and became a Guardian Angel, whose job is to go and help people who SH themselves or people who thinks about oofing themselves. They have timers in Heaven which shows the time left to save these people.

One day, they give him a “To Be Saved” list and he sees his childhood friend, Adam there. They were neighbors until Lucifer moved away when he was 12. Adam lowkey had a crush on him but didn’t realize. He chose him as his next job.

Why does Adam want to oof himself? Let me tell you. Also this is the part with the most tw’s.

Starting from the beginning, Adam’s mental health took damage for the first time when he had a you-know-what relationship with someone named Steve, who was 2 years older than him. He fell in depression. Sera, his adoptive mother, didn’t want to take him to a psychiatrist (Because he’s just being dramatic and should get up and be a man) but Emily, his stepsister insisted, so he did see a doctor and got help. They gave him a medicine to help him heal. (Maybe Xanax)

Also he had to use Vicodin aswell at one point. This’ll be relevant I swear.

Years and years later, he met with Eve. And they had kids when they were both. 20. They got married because their parents forced them and moved to another state, where they opened their small farm. They had twin boys, Cain and Abel btw.

Adam thought maybe, even though they had a rocky start, he could live happily now with his family. But…

Cain killed Abel when they were 14. And he went to juvie.

Adam and Eve broke up after this, with Eve blaming it all on Adam. She got almost all their properties in court, sold them and moved to another country, telling Adam she never wanted to see his stupid face or be associated with someone like him.

Hopeless, Adam contacted his mom. Oh God I wish he didn’t.

Sera too blamed him for everything and disowned him, calling him a murderer because he was supposed to be the father of his kids and raise them properly. It wouldn’t have happened if he just did a better job at raising them. She refused to help him because “he was a grown ass man, he wasn’t a baby”

Emily was in another country as well, she went there for education and stayed there. Sera lied about what Adam did and made him look like the devil himself. So Emily thinks her mom is right to disown him.

Adam stayed at a small apartment for a while, but he couldn’t even afford the rent, so he was going to be thrown at the streets until a “superhero” came and saved him.

Alastor. His step cousin.

Alastor paid the rent, and even bought Adam a house, saying “He can take care of him until he’s fine again”. But as you may have guessed, of course that’s not his intention.

He gave Adam the same pills the doctors gave to Adam when he was a kid. Saying it’d ease the pain. And they did. But..

He became addicted. To both Xanax and Vicodin. He kept buying them from two weirdos named Vox and Velvette, who were actually helping Alastor.

Speaking of Alastor.. He thinks he can do any physical harm to Adam since he saved his ass. He visits him once every three weeks and gladly reminds him how much of a desperate piece of shit he is.

Slowly, Adam became addicted to tequila as well.

Adam slowly became a bit like a hermit, never leaving his house for days and always ordering stuff there.

Phew. With that’s out of the way I can continue.

So Lucifer disguises himself as Adam’s neighbor and does his job the best he could.

What he didn’t expect was to fall in love with him. He couldn’t help it. Adam did as well.

It was forbidden for an angel to love a human but Lucifer didn’t care. Adam literally lived Hell on Earth and deserved someone.

But one day another angel reported this. His ex, Lilith, a heaven born angel.

I’ll get to it later. It has much more stuff.

JESUS CHRIST. NOW THAT IS LOADED.

Well! That whole traumatic backstory seems very on par with what would happen to him tbh, plus the extra Alastor stuff, oof, yeah that's a lot.

The part that stings the most is definitely still the part about his children, but wow he's having not a good time.

You know this kinda reminded me of the youtube pilot Welcome to Hell (super recommend it btw), it has basically the opposite premise to this LOL because its a boy that is tasked to make other people want to end their lives, but then ends up becoming friends with the boy that he's supposed to torment.

Very interesting AU, having Lucifer as a guardian angel is <3<3<3<3<3 love that a lot!

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firstdeerwife · 9 months ago

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Pairing:Adam x Eve

Warnings:Manipulation

C.11

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓦𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷

Since their expulsion from Eden, Adam and Eve had fortunately not heard anything from Lucifer and Lilith.

Life outside the Garden was difficult, but they had managed to get by very well.

Adam was in charge of obtaining food for himself and his wife. Eve had become his greatest support and constantly accompanied him in hunting or fetching water.

Everything changed when Eve's belly began to grow, and some tasks became more exhausting for her.

Her pregnancy period was very difficult as they had never experienced anything like it and did not know how to handle it.

Adam remained attentive to Eve's needs and to anything that could affect her pregnancy.

During this period, Eve had constant nightmares, which often caused her to not sleep well.

For Eve to sleep properly, Adam stayed awake almost all night to take care of his wife.

Work in the field was extremely difficult and seemed even harder if Adam didn't rest properly.

One afternoon, while Adam was returning to where Eve was waiting for him, he heard something.

The voice of a woman singing?

Adam followed that sound, the only reasonable explanation being that Eve was the one singing.

After all, they were the only two living in that place.

He was greatly surprised when, upon reaching the place where the sound seemed to come from, he found only withered plants.

He didn't pay much attention, thinking that the lack of sleep was making him hear things.

He turned around and went back home.

That day, upon arriving with Eve, his wife went into labor. Adam could have fainted, but he was the only one who could help Eve at that moment.

After that day, he didn't hear that voice again, at least not until Cain and Abel grew up.

[...]

Eva was on her way to the small pond from which they usually collected water.

When she arrived, she sat at its edge and dipped the small container to carry water home.

She thought she might rest before returning to her children. The path wasn't very long, but she wanted to be alone for a moment without hearing Cain and Abel's complaints. Adam could deal with them for once.

While resting, she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the water.

She observed it closely without knowing why. She had seen her reflection before and didn't remember her eyes being violet.

She stretched her hand towards her reflection in the pond, and that was when it pulled her into the water.

Eva tried to get out, but something wouldn't let her.

Fortunately, Adam, tired of their children, went to look for Eva, who had taken a long time to return.

Adam pulled his wife out of the water and made sure she was okay.

Eva told him what had happened, and they realized there was something that could be a threat to them, but they couldn't do anything about it.

From that day on, Eva did not let her two sons be alone for too long so that nothing would happen to them.

[...]

Cain went to the pond every afternoon, where he would sit and talk to that strange woman.

In his childhood, she had been the cause of his nightmares and had tormented him for a long time.

However, over time, he learned to live with it and often had conversations with that woman.

It seemed strange to him that there was someone else in that place. His parents had assured him they were the only ones who inhabited that place.

That woman had managed to get into his head, causing him to distance himself more and more from his family.

She took advantage of Cain's feelings and manipulated him to separate from his family.

However, she took greater advantage of the feeling of rejection Cain felt from his parents and implanted ideas that made him develop resentment towards his own brother.

In one of his dreams, that woman suggested to Cain that he should attempt to take his younger brother's life.

[...]

"Cain!"

Cain looked at his father's face and then remembered what he had done.

"What have you done?!"

"It was her, the woman who sings. It's her fault."

Adam felt a chill run down his spine at that mention.

"Go and do not return, forget about us."

Cain looked at his mother, but Eve did not even glance at him. She did not oppose Adam's orders.

Resigned, Cain turned and walked away from his parents.

Cain was condemned to wander, an exile even farther from Eden than his parents. Marked so that no one would kill him, but so that everyone would know of his crime, he became the first wanderer of the world, carrying the burden of his act.

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darkmasterofcupcakes · 1 year ago

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Now than I think of it, when did Cain and Abel learned/realized Vaggie was their half sister? And how long did it take them to accept it?

Cain knew pretty much right away, since he was able to kind of put two and two together between being told Lute was having a baby and the fact that she was living with his dad for a couple months. Though he didn't know for sure until he pestered his dad enough, basically demanding to know why he was letting Lute live with him and why she wasn't living with her baby's dad instead, that Adam, in order to just make his son be quiet, admitted that he was the father of Lute's baby. He obviously didn't go into detail, but Cain knew the very, very basics of where babies came from, since he'd asked when his mom was pregnant with Seth.

Abel honestly didn't realize it until Cain accidentally revealed it to everyone. He isn't dumb or anything, despite what his older brother loves to claim, but he does like to try and think the best of everyone, especially of his family and friends of his family. So even when he did wonder if maybe there was some connection between his father and Vaggie, he basically just told himself that if there was, his father would admit it, because he wouldn't keep a secret like that. Especially not when they all saw how mean some people could be towards both Lute and Vaggie about the fact that apparently know one knew anything about Vaggie's father besides him apparently being a married man that Lute seduced into an affair that resulted in Vaggie's birth.

As for how long it took them to accept it...I feel like they both accepted it pretty quickly after they found out? The main difference is that Abel definitely accepted Vaggie more as a sister in the sense of thinking of her as family and wanting to spend time with her, whereas Cain accepted that they were family in the biological sense, but definitely stressed the fact that they were half-siblings, so in his mind, he wasn't like, obligated to be close to or even really care about her. That being said, even before he accidentally slipped and revealed their true relationship, he did sometimes show some kindness to Vaggie, since while he wasn't happy about how she was born, he isn't totally heartless.

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leilavin0 · 10 months ago

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How were Cain, Abel, and Seth as children. Were they rowdy, tough children, or were they calm, easy kids?

[ they were extremely different from one another, like on completely opposite ends of a scale!

cain was always the quiet and shy child, getting tangled between his mother's legs and in her skirt, which made adam (the very first father in humanity, with zero knowledge on how to kids) quite upset a lot of the times as his boy was kind of scared of him? and he was getting all of eve's attention!

eve would always say that he should have been born back in eden, that he belonged in the lap of luxury and not the harsh reality of the earth.

cain had to grow pretty quickly, both because neither first parents knew how to treat a human that small, and because the fight for survival was essential - he started helping out in the fields as early as six or seven years old and found solace in nature, where he would run to a lot to literally talk with the trees and sing to crops to hurry and grow.

abel was a rowdy kid from conception, kicking in the womb and leaving it quickly, as if he knew his time on earth was going to be rather short.

eve would coddle him even more than she did cain, which was already quite a lot, as if feeling too - that her time with him would be very short.

he got into all kinds of trouble all of the time, which cain would end up either getting punished for or scolded for not making sure abel would behave - something that abel would always find unjust and would start swinging at adam in retaliation, how dare you make my big brother sad! jail! jail for mom and dad!

his rambunctious and rebellious nature had him placed to care for the animals who he enjoyed herding, he would have ended up becoming a traveler with how much ground he would cover and discover while preforming his duties as a shepherd.

seth was a child of hope that adam and eve had years after cain was exiled from their family, and abel's remains had dried.

he was always feeling like a replacement for both of his older brothers all of his life, the unsaid duty of being both cain and abel fell on him pretty heavily and he ended up developing a personality that was two thirds his brothers' and only one third his own.

eve couldn't forgive herself for that, but he grew into his own person in the end, and that was what mattered.

while he wasn't a troublemaker, he wasn't following rules too much either, always finding a way to either avoid doing a chore or finding a way to make it easier or faster - a quite lazy and laid back child that never understood why his parents were so stressed about everything. ]

#[ blah blah blah. ]#cain the first #hazbin abel #hazbin cain #hazbin seth #[ anon q ]

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 1 year ago

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Okay okay hear me out.

Living Apocalypse with eve Cain and able.

-A faint rumbling filled the air as the ground began to shake at Adam’s home. The father of all humanity wasn’t home at the moment, but those who were home weren’t bothered, as there weren’t any threats, at least where they lived.

-Eve was holding her teapot, looking around a bit confused, “Why is everything shaking?”

-Cain ran for the door, flinging it open as he groaned, “Oh gods not again- Abel take mom and run!!” Able quickly had his mother in his arms, looking a bit exasperated as well, “It is him again?”

-Cain wasn’t even able to answer before, “MAMA!!” Eve gasped, her hands coming to her mouth in glee as she easily stepped out of her son’s arms, rushing towards the door.

-It’s not that Able and Cain disliked you, they found you hysterical to be honest, as you were so obnoxiously powerful and could handle anyone, it’s just that you were a total attention hog when it came to Eve, who adored you like a third son.

-When you arrived, arms out wide, “I’m here mama!!” a bright and cheeky grin on your lips, making Eve giggle warmly as she rushed into your arms, hugging you.

-When the hug lasted a bit too long for their liking, Able and Cain charged forward, pushing your face to push you back, demanding you let go of their mother while you whined, “Mama they’re being mean again!”

-It was all in good fun, as you could see the smiles on the two men as Eve giggled, stepping away, “Now boys, don’t fight- I made some pie! Who wants some?”

-Three hands shot up in unison as three voices shouted out, “ME!” which made Eve laugh warmly as she herded the three of you inside to serve you all pie.

-You were the reason there were no threats around, you and Adam, as you both made sure that this adoptive family of yours was always safe! And everyone knew that you would always protect them and wouldn’t hesitate to do whatever it took to do so.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror eve

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trashsfanficgarden · 3 months ago

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What were the reactions of the children when they found out how their parents met? Eve was practically created from Adam's rib. Does that make her, his clone ?

I know there are people who like to write about Adam and Eve as clones or blood related, and there's nothing wrong with that! It's bible accurate, but for personal taste I try to avoid writing incestuous relationships as much as possible, but I'm not closed to reading the different interpretations that others create.

In my AU Adam and Eve initially avoided talking about Eden more than necessary. They both have a lot of conflicting feelings about everything that happened there and they didn't have the maturity to face it, so they only mentioned it quickly and without many details when their children asked, usually questions like why there weren't other humans and where they came from.

They also didn't mention of Lilith, Lucifer or the apple incident, Eve out of shame and Adam for wanting to protect her and Cain, but that only made the story full of holes and incoherent for their children, and that is why Abel didn't believe Angels were real and took it more as a bedtime story that his parents made up to appease them.

And that definitely came back to bite them later.

Adam didn't tell the story of Lucifer and the apple to Aclima, Azura, and Seth until many years later, and he only revealed the existence of Lilith to Azura.

The reactions of the children were not very mixed. Aclima already resented her mother and was smart enough to put two and two together about Cain's origin, which only worsened her opinion of them.

Azura took the revelation as confirmation that it was better to keep her own children away from anything related to Angels, while Seth became even more afraid of them.

Each of them ultimately created a kind of proto-religion for their respective families and shaped how the story of Adam and Eve was passed down through the generations.

#hazbin hotel au #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel eve #divine intervention au #again so sorry for taking so long to answer #my job has temporarily consumed all my mind and time

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eyesteeth · 4 months ago

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ok sure why not. storytime

so my immediate family is not particularly religious. my mother was raised catholic, but her mother (my maternal grandmother) had a crisis of faith when my mother was little, so that really affected her perception of the whole thing. meanwhile, my dad was raised very nondenominationally christian, and just slowly fell off the wagon as he got older.

my mother’s side of the family? not very religious (or at least, of the relatives i see, not around us). my father’s side of the family? we are talking bible-belt pure-bred appalachian believers. people who will hunt down every family member in a 55 person gathering so we can all stand in a circle and say grace for six minutes. and my nana (my dad’s mother, my paternal grandmother) saw it as her god-given duty to make sure her grandchildren got back on the wagon her youngest son fell off of.

she did this by, without letting my parents know, taking me and my sister to her local church every easter. for several years we would spend the night at her house the day before easter, wake up at her place, and then go to a different relative’s house for afternoon easter celebrations. and she decided to use that morning window to have me and my sister go to what felt like the world’s earliest service.

now, we only actually went to this church for three easters. my nana wanted to take me and my sister there when we were both at an age to actually understand what was happening, so she waited until we reached that level of understanding. the tradition only lasted for three years because that was how long it took me to get banned, and for my parents to find out.

this church ran on a three strikes system for the kids. i accumulated one strike per year.

the first strike was me getting a nosebleed. because me and my sister were new, and my nana had told the priest about trying to convert her grandkids, we had to introduction ourselves. my sister stands up, in a nice dress, introduces herself, gets a little bit of applause. i stand up, my best shirt being a blue flannel with a rhinestone owl in the breast pocket, open my mouth, and taste iron. i spent most of the service in the bathroom, and went home woozy. this was a strike because it absolutely terrified some of the younger members, who thought i was a demon of some sort.

the second strike was me taking a sip from the baptismal fountain. the priest said it was holy water and i wanted to see if it tasted different, so i split from the group and had a couple licks. it was tepid water that i can only assume had been there for a few days, so i thought it was gross. i told one of the kids about it and they told the youth group leader and that was strike two.

the third strike was the cain thing. i was a very snarky, sassy, ‘gotcha’ atheist as a teen (fortunately i’ve grown out of this) and they were telling us the story of cain and abel in the basement, because that’s where the youth group was. i said something very similar to the post above, “why’d he get accused of murder when he was the first person who did it, how did he know that was going to kill abel, my sister bites me all the time, injuring your sibling is just a Sibling Thing” and i so thoroughly would not step off the point that the youth counselor called my nana to pick me up. i was not welcome after that.

now, i admit that it may not have been all my fault. it’s possible that this was a smokescreen for the church disliking that my nana only ever brought her grandkids to church on the day they were having cookies and punch and candy hunting in the backyard. i did get banned from egg hunting for being too old, despite being well within age, cause i found a disproportionate amount of eggs the first time i did egg hunting there. i also, with my dyed hair and flannel, screamed dyke, and they might not have vibed with that.

but regardless, i am lifetime banned from a small church in the appalachian mountains, and my sister may be as well due to my actions. she has since found god, and i’ve found an utterly bizarre believe system that would probably get me double-banned from that church. so it goes.

#long post

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demons-mind · 1 year ago

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This is one of the main reasons why I made that poll, I don't care very much for Chaggie. I know the ship is Canon, and I know it's very popular, but I just don't care for it very much. (I did like it in the pilot, but in the series, it's just so boring to me) henceforth why I made OCS for them.

Anyway, here's some facts about these two couples I made.

So, for Cain x Charlie, it kind of starts a little after Cain's exile and him wandering the Earth for a (long) while. He starts to give up on moving and just wants to die right then and there until he hears a sweet melody coming from a large gate like portal. He was skeptical at first, but the song was pulling him in. It turned out Lilith and Lucifer were keeping an eye on Adam's family to see in some way that we they did worked or not. Lilith (for reasons I will talk about later) felt guilty for what happened to Cain, so after talking to Lucifer about it and making sure that the angels aren't looking, they set up a "trap" and bring Cain to hell. At that time Charlie was around a young child (I know Charlie's not that old, but I don't care it's part of my AU) and apart of Cain's curse is that he ages much slower then before (Again part of my au but he was kind of young when he killed Abel) so the two hanged out a lot when whenever they could. Cain was the first to start having feelings for Charlie. However, she was dating other people for a while so he really couldn't tell her how he felt without getting his heart broken so he kept it in for a long while. Eventually after Charlie broke up with kind of a dick head boyfriend, Cain took his shoot and asked Charlie out (no he did not ask her right after she and the other guy broke up, there was a two week gap between her break up and him asking her out). Charlie didn't know what to say at first because of one hand she did like him but on the other hand their parents really didn't get along, at all, and she was kind of scared of what would happen to him if either of their parents found out, but took a leap of faith and decided to go out with him anyway. Things were going well for them. They're still together after 10 years of dating, Charlie's parents were very supportive of this relationship (honestly neither Lucifer or Lilith care who Charlie dates as long as they love and care for her, they won't care. Even if he's Lilith's Ex's son). Cain's siblings were just as excited and supportive about them to (I didn't post his siblings yet I know, they'll be coming out soon after this post). Things are going great for them so far and their excited, and a little scared, for what the future has for them!

As for Vaggie x Sonia, unlike Cain x Charlie, I don't know if Exorcist are Heaven born or Winners that worked their way up the rank. However, for right now I'm just going to say that their Heaven born. So anyway, Vaggie and Sonia were really close to one another when they were still training to be exorcists and throughout their childhood. Eventually when they become exorcists they started dating and things were going well for them so far (by the way, I know when Lute said "their love is blasphemy" a lot of people took it as she was bringing homophobic. Therefore all of Heaven is homophobic. However, my brain took it more as she meant an Angel and a Demon being in a relationship was blasphemy. So I'm leaving my girls be and take it as I organized it to be). However, after Vaggie "fell" Sonia became heart broken. She was told that Vaggie was a trader to Heaven and she deserved to be there. Sonia didn't believe that for a single second so whenever it was extermination day she would spend her time trying to look for Vaggie to get her questions answered, of course she killed a bunch of demons as well, but her main focus was to find Vaggie and make sure she was alright. But she never found her. That is until a certain asshole fell himself, making his eldest son (and her best friend) in heaven take charge of the exorcists army, only then does she find the love of her life, safe and sound at the Hazbin Hotel.

Hope you all like what I have so far for my Hazbin Hotel AU, even if I don't like Chaggie very much...💚💚💚

#sketch #fanfic #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel original character #hazbin hotel oc #charlie morningstar #vaggie #charlie x oc #vaggie x oc #hazbin hotel cain #oc x canon #canon x oc

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 1 year ago

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Hazbin Hotel Theory: Was Adam & Lilith Once Adalith...? (Also In Real Life or Myths: Cain Might Be Lilith's Son-In-Law) Part 1

[Note: make sure you had watched Season 1 of Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss before reading this because there will be spoilers, Mature Audience Readers Only, also this post is not for kids...]

so I will start with the Hazbin Hotel Theory, before talking about Cain marrying and having a family with one of Lilith's daughters...

there is a story that has to do with how Adam and Eve were once one in the same, that they were "hermaphrodite" (not to be confused as Intersex, we cannot confuse them...I still suspect I might be one of the Intersex types but I'm not 100% sure...) and something about them being split into Male and Female forms.

like what if in that story book Charlie was reading, it only told half of the story...and left out the parts that Adam and Lilith use to be someone called Adalith, like it being Ada-Lith...

from the dust of Earth, Adalith was made but then they were forced to become two beings that will bare half their names...

and they were named Adam and Lilith.

like while Lilith seem sweet and caring on the outside, she was not so much deep inside, and while Adam was well full of himself the way he was and is...

deep down he could be a big softy who lets out more of his anger than his sadness and tears.

Adam and Lilith, could make up the Best & Worst Traits of Adalith.

also it could be possible from our universe, Lilith had Adam's babies in a cave and they weren't monsters or demons, but she may have had such offspring later on the longer she and Adam were separated and well how three angels tried to force her to return to Adam.

it could be possible that Lilith, kept her human children safe and hidden, and they could of been twins or triplets or quadruplets that were the sons and daughters of Lilith and Adam.

and if it is true that Eve and Samael (or to some it could be either him or Lucifer) that had become the bio-parents of Cain, but no matter if Samael or Lucifer were the Bio-Dads, Adam did raise him even if I still think he may have been a Gray-Parent...but he could of still loved Cain and he could still be considered Cain's REAL Father...

so yeah, after Cain was kicked out after what happen to Abel...

he likely did meet one of Lilith's daughters, and possibly fell hopelessly in love with I guess who he viewed as a "Angel"...

I mean she could of still been human, and since she couldn't of been the other daughters of Eve and Adam, and it could be possible that in theory, Cain may have married one of them later on in his life, possibly...

but it would mean Lilith's bloodline & Adam's bloodline, ended up well like...you know, the one that Cain married was already Lilith & Adam's daughter, but Cain was Eve and whoever which one that isn't Adam that is the Bio-Dad...

also if this was a thing in like a Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss AU in a Fanon Timeline, this would mean Charlie would be a Auntie...

I will just call Lilith's daughter "Daisy" for now.

it might be possible that Daisy, could of been a Earth Angel and well maybe both her and her siblings that are possibly twins, triplets and or quadruplets.

Cain and Daisy could of ran away, without Lilith and her other siblings knowing, and they ended up starting a new life together as well as a new family.

I had found some info that had to do with Adam and Lilith having children, and well the post I found was by someone named Rebecca and I'm not sure if she would want me to say her full name on here or not...

and while the info does say that Cain and Lilith's Daughter, were half-sister...

it could be possible that Adam could still technically be biologically related, but we know that Seth is Adam's Biological Son who is still my and other people's ancestor.

it would be interesting if in Hazbin Hotel, Adam and Eve were one in the same, which I have some fanfics I read to thank for that...cause I can't help but love that idea and concept.

if Daisy or whatever her name would be, did exist in the Hazbin Hotel Universe...but with no other siblings during that time until many years and centuries later, Charlie would be born.

Daisy would of been born BEFORE Lilith and Lucifer were punished for giving Eve that apple, but in different stories it could be any fruit but in Hazbin Hotel and other works, it is an apple.

Daisy was likely left alone, until one day she met and fell in love with Cain, and for all we know the two of them could of zinged like from Hotel Transylvania.

and at some point, a close descendant maybe like a Granddaughter of Daisy and Cain, could of met one of Seth's descendants and had a "zing" with them too, having fell accidentally in love.

even if Lilith and and Adam were suppose to be together (and it's okay if my theory about them being Adalith once gets debunked. also if some do want to skips some parts of this, keep a eye out for the bold words when scroll down. )

they likely didn't feel a "zing" even if they may have tried to make it work...

but in theory, since Adam and Lilith didn't fall in love but instead their possible daughter from our universe did fall in love with the son of Eve, that is Cain.

I mean it could be possible, not everyone has to agree about it though.

it could mean that some percent of Earth Angels, who are born Humans, would end up being well you know...

and even if the Adam from our universe messed up, he couldn't of known what would happen and yeah if he did, maybe he would of gave Lilith the space she needed...

also it could be possible that if a soul in human form dies a bit too early more than once, even if they are like a Earth Angel or not...

their soul could possibly end up suffering from some form of damage, one of which only being able to recall a small bits and pieces of past life memories but not all of them and some memories might be a bit well would the word be distorted...?

it could be possible that some memories might belong to the Earth Angel's Soul Parent or Parents if they are a fusion Soul.

they would need to figure out which memory from a past life is theirs, and which one is a copy from their Soul Parent.

in theory if a Earth Angel who's Soul has been around for a super long time and centuries even, were to break a small piece of themself and it would later form into a newborn earth angel.

it could be possible the new soul would be very fragile and could later figure this out and realize it does not work 100% the same like other humans who are earth angels...and they might view themself as Defective and a Accident.

well I don't really mind being a Defective Earth Angel...

I guess I can try not to think of myself as a Accident...

and I know that not everyone will listen or take my new belief seriously, and I'm not gonna force convert.

I can still believe in the Heavenly-Father, but I also believe in the Earthly-Mother now as well...

and realizing something is really wrong, that we had been going through a type of imbalance but at the same time the balance is trying to be fixed...

but I can't force people to see the truth, that it could be possible that the Feminine might be hurting.

it could be possible, it's just some may choose to ignore it.

just like there is more to the past and why men ended up with so much power and some of them treating women not so great back in centuries past...

it could be possible that Sera may have harmed the balance without realizing it, by allowing the Extermination to happen to the Sinners.

I mean I still think only half of them should be taken out, but not all of them because not all of them are 100% evil and some are just hurt.

it might not be likely Grandpa King David or Grandpa King Solomon will be mentioned or have counterparts in Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss's canon and might only show up in the fanon...

but yeah if anyone deserves to be taken out by Lute and the rest of the Exorcist Angels...

it would be the two disgusting inhuman filth that are Amnon and Jonadab...

even if they would only be in a Fanon Timeline in a AU of Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss...

those two can NOT be redeemed for the harm they had done...

even if King David loved Amnon, but he should of still punished him even if it were just locking him in his room and he was not allowed to leave his room without a escort.

like in the words of Moxxie, "could be a bit more selective."

Charlie and Emily are still in the right on the rules being gray...

and Emily had every right to be upset with Sera for keeping the truth from her...

but I think both the Redemption and Extermination could both work, I mean it could be possible that in Hazbin Hotel, not all the Sinners are bad even if they might seem so.

this could also mean that not all Winners are good, and some half of them shouldn't of went to Heaven in the first place.

this could hint that the balance is in a imbalance.

if Adam and Lilith were once one body, but they became no longer balanced.

Charlie could turn out to be a big destiny, and no NOT as a Antichrist like some may have theorized...but I don't think that is her destiny.

part of her destiny is obviously to save her family the Sinners who can be saved and still have good in them.

and well if some percent of the half of the Sinners are descendants of Cain, it could be possible that Charlie and Cain could be in theory, half-siblings.

I think I'm pulling a Alastor again, well ya know with the Radio.

the signal does seem a bit okay, but the green light keeps flashing a bit, or flickering.

but when I put my hand pointed to it the green light becomes a bit better even if it still flickers a bit.

but then when I physically touch the Radio with my hand.

the sound gets a bit better and the green light flickers a bit but is a bit better I think but there is still a bit of static sound mixed with the talking and music coming from the radio.

well at least it seems to only happen once in a while.

but at least it isn't fully like Alastor's powers, even if it is freaky and yet kind of cool that the freaky thing with the radio at our home, acts the way it does...

and there is that whole my spirit animal is suppose to be a deer...

or I could use the word spirit familiar, I mean some might say "your Native American" and you can't use the word "spirit animal"...

well excuse me for not being like my Native American Ancestors...

I mean both myself and a lot of people have mixed heritages.

but even if there will be some who might think you shouldn't use the whole "spirit animal" for yourself, but I'm just remembering about some post on some other place I had found before, can't remember everything that it said but I know it had something to do with saying how some should stop using spirit animals and it something to do with them not being Native American...

anyway with the whole freaky thing that has been going on with the radio for me, and the whole my spirit animal is suppose to be a deer...

it just gonna remind me a bit more of Alastor.

the green light isn't showing on the radio now, but the sound is a bit faint and small I think...but when I put my hand on it, like you know physically touch it, the sound gets a bit better and the green light shows up again.

still weird, but still interesting...

the song playing is "She's A Wild One"...

I'll keep my other hand on the radio while I use the other to type.

at least until the song is finished...

okay now I can type with both hands again...

just wanted to listen to it without the signal becoming a bit poor if I move my hand off.

anyway besides the whole weird thing with the radio, which once again only happens once a while...

and besides the theory which might be more of a hypothetical theory, like what if it were true that Adam and Lilith were once one in the same before they were split apart and their name use to be Adalith.

the only ones who could of known were the Elders, one of them being Sera.

and Lucifer, Charlie's Dad would not know that Lilith wasn't always Lilith and both she and Adam use to be one and the same person until Sera split their original self Adalith into Adam and Lilith.

and there could be a even bigger secret that has to do with Eve that we don't know of, but maybe we will learn more about her in one of the future seasons.

and if Cain and Abel did appear in a future episode of Hazbin Hotel, we don't know how they will be like but we can't truly say they will show up in the show, they might not or maybe they will.

we will have to wait and see what happens.

anyway there could be some parts of Adam and Lilith's past, that Lilith left out of that story that was in the book that Charlie was reading.

it is possible the book is full of half-truths and half-lies, and either Lilith or Lucifer wanted to protect Charlie from the full truth.

I need to go to bed, I'm going to do one more thing, like editing my last post a bit and well hopefully later or tomorrow I can finally talk about my thoughts about Empath type Epilepsy, I have been meaning to talk about it in a new post, but haven't really got to it...

I think I had talked about it before, about how some energies could possibly be the reason for some Epilepsy but maybe not all of them.

I think I will talk a bit more about the whole Hazbin Hotel theory and the possible truth or myth that has to do with the daughter of Lilith and Adam, having ended up marrying Cain the son of Eve and well technically Adam who can still be considered the true father, biological or not.

I'll talk a bit more about the whole Adalith theory when I come back either later or tomorrow...

hope I can talk more about the theory later...

but right now I need to head to bed...right after I post this and take care of some editing just a bit on that last post...

also yes, some may have already guessed that Amnon and Jonadab aren't my favorites, but I think in a AU in a Fanon Timeline...

if they went to the hotel, and if they are greeted by Alastor who opens the door to see them...

but Alastor should slam the door in their faces...

I know those two wont show up in the canon, but in the fanon they would so be turned down for redemption in the hotel...

they are just the types, I think wouldn't be redeemed like EVER.

Alastor has more of a chance than those two, and I'm still going to view those two as disgusting.

there could be many different Sinners that live in the Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss Universe, that can be redeemed and some who can't because they don't have any small piece of goodness in them.

also I hope some agree about the theory, that it could be possible that half the Winners in Heaven that is in Hazbin Hotel, shouldn't of ended up in Heaven in the first place, but only some percent of Winners do belong in Heaven.

just like some percent of the Sinners that ended up in Heck, should be Winners in Heaven, while only some Sinners do belong in Heck.

so only some half of Winners who ended up in Heaven, but are suppose to go to the Pride Ring, should be Sinners.

while half of the Sinners that do end up in the Pride Ring, but aren't really evil but still have good hearts and maybe never did a truly evil thing in their life...

could of mistakenly been send to the Pride Ring and became a "Sinner" but in fact they were suppose to go to Heaven and become a Winner.

wonder how big of a freakout would happen if it turns out that theory turns out to be true, that half of the Sinners are suppose to be Winners and vice-versa.

also is it possible that Charlie might be Half-Sinner, if she has red blood like the other Sinners do when they were once human even though there are some humans in real life that don't have red blood, but have that is called gold blood...

I think I will talk about the possible theory that Charlie is Half-Sinner & Half-Hellborn another time...but even if that were true, Charlie's Dad Lucifer, may have never viewed her as a Sinner.

#do not reblog without permission #mature audiences only #not for kids #hazbin hotel theory #cain and abel #lilith hazbin hotel #adam and eve #adam hazbin hotel #eve hazbin hotel #lucifer hazbin hotel #my thoughts #talking about feelings #part 1 #may 2024

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henriiiii-1001old · 2 years ago

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can you talk abt the alt swap au :3 ?

ooooohohoho alt swap au </////3

here's my first post talking abt it just for reference :3

most of this that im gonna talk abt is from discord and it just gonna be a bunch of different stuff so cut me some slack xddd

and this is. a lot more than i thought so uuhhh enjoy another masterpost??? kinda??? CFVGBHNJ

"cain can travel through tvs and mabel can travel through mirrors, but cain cant travel through mirrors and mabel cant travel through tvs (at least on their own).

seth can travel through both, but they didnt know that until uh. until adam told him"

"i have an idea to how the end of vol 1 in this au would go so cain has been locked in his room for 3 days by this point, and basically the "uh oh, bad decision!" part would turn into more of a "cain killed abel" situation. the alt outside cain's door would mock cain and fake his sister's death to maybe make him succumb to M.A.D. finally, and it almost worked.

until mabel came in and dragged cain out of the house...

...based in the message i replied to," (which are the lil blurbs i pasted above lmao), "i think that when mabel was trying to help cain escape, she realized she also just trapped herself in cain’s room. but then cain realized somehow that he can travel through tvs. he took mabel’s hand, took them to trust him, and they went through. they end up in the static world and theyre like “tf is this” they do end up getting out though, and after they figure out where they were, they go back to mandela, grab seth, and fucking leave

also here's some toonbriel lore! bc hell yeah he deserves to be in this au B)))

"and he actually takes the place of dave in the au. i originally didnt have a technical spot for him and decided that putting toonbriel there would be cool.

his name is terry o'brien but he goes by "toony" around family bc he was super obsessed with cartoons when he was younger, whether it be on tv, comic books, etc

he's a pastor at st. gabriel's and is lt gabe's younger twin brother and theyve been two peas in a pod since they were super young. they did end up fighting on their different methods of trying to help the county, and terry argues that while gabe is literally doing nothing, terry has been giving people hope and shelter and food and so many things. this ends up causing them to split, and terry goes to dave for advice. turns out, dave has been using him as his prophet and ends up killing him because he's no longer of use to dave.

im still working out the details of how he helped dave tho, but gabe is devastated after losing terry. he was already stressed enough and was basically blamed for sgt maria's death (she's preacher who took ruth's place) back at the murray house, and losing one of the only things he lived for was heartbreaking. finding seth dealing with the horrors^tm helped a little bit bc he's actually helping someone he tried protecting in the past...

...im thinking gabe was the more protective one of the two as well as the more sociable twin. terry was super clingy and liked sticking around gabe bc he was the only person he knew.

not a childhood story, but i do imagine that gabe does know dave, and they probably met through terry! not sure abt how terry and dave met just yet, but gabe doesnt actually like dave all that much.

gabe immediately knew who to suspect when terry died, and the fact that he heard his voice after said death only made him more sure"

some lilith and seth lore

"lilith and seth were both troubled kids in school and they just. fought so much. and lilith had to deal with shitbag dave at mandelatech and was even forced to stay working for him once he revealed to her and he led the alternates. she has a LOT of pent up anger and just needs to get it out.

like i imagine that one time after seth found out he was an alt, he called lilith over for a fight, and she'd been itching for one since dave killed terry. she literally beat him to a pulp during that fight, but she stopped once she saw him look up at her. he looked hopeless and his eyes looked somewhat glazed over. he took slow, deep breaths even after he got the wind knocked out of him several times.

lilith new something was wrong. she ended up helping him recover and even asked what was wrong. he didnt really reveal the whole alt thing, but he mentioned having holes in his identity and how its been beating him up, especially since someone claiming to be his father wants to suddenly come (back) into his life.

since then, theyve worked towards trying to support each other and just trying to maybe be friends {:)"

ALSO I CANT BELIEVE IVE NEVER MENTIONED THIS!!!!!

yknow how in unholy gift sarah and tiffany are kinda rivals?? like tiffany likes to fuck w sarah bc she's bored? and she's usually v snarky and cocky?

lilith and eve are the exact same way except tat eve is like GENUINELY malicious and very manipulative. she takes advantage of lilith's dislike of mandelatech to make her do a bunch of shit for the alts, and it's asically a big old scheme to use lilith to advance the alts' plans.

i also think that thatcher is the one who told davis to go back and get seth. davis did go to cain and mabel first though, and they were VERY rightfully pissed. but they did eventually get seth and shit. seth was super avoidant of everyone after the whole thing though {:(

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