#this is a hazbin buffy au that can be read without any knowledge of buffy OR hazbin

[mistystarshine]

Your Love Is A Ghost - Prologue II

Lucifer only looked at Vaggie for an instant, but in that instant, she looked back.

She was the one who breathed, “You have a soul.”

That was all she said. Rather than moving forward, she took a step back, lingering at the edges of the room as it erupted into chaos.

Adam moved first. He raced forward, pushing past Lilith to clasp one hand on Lucifer’s shoulder and demand, “So what!? Who gives a damn about some fucking soul, you’re still Lucifer goddamn Morningstar!”

“Adam,” Lilith warned.

“No,” Adam said with a shake of his head. “I mean it, Lily. Luci isn’t going to let some stupid soul curse or whatever the fuck knock him on his ass. He’s gonna get his shit together and keep going, right?”

“Who did this!?” Lute demanded, surging forward. “Lucifer, tell me who did this! I’ll bring you their fucking head!”

Adam’s grip on his shoulder tightened. “Goddamn it, Luci, say something! You can’t— you can’t fucking leave me!”

“Lute, control yourself!” Lilith snapped, voice raising for the first time that night. “If we kill whoever did this, we might not be able to fix it. Lucifer, I promise, we’re going to fix this.”

[mistystarshine]

For the wip asks: DYW 11? That is the only wip name I recognize because I am not in the hazbin fandom hehe

And just for you, a second preview! Also, I feel like I should mention that my upcoming Buffy and Attack on Titan AUs are going to be written in the style of Devour You Whole in the sense that they can be read without any knowledge of Hazbin or the series that inspired them. So, maybe consider checking them out once they're up. ;) You too, @lurkerwithcomputer

“Excuse me?” a voice called out. It would have been pleasant if not for the fact that it was interrupting him.

Angel looked up to see a sweater-clad young man wearing a topknot and a polite smile. He would have been attractive if not for the coldness of his blue eyes. However, his voice was nothing but warm when he asked, “Do you mind if I sit here?”

“A little,” Angel said.

The interloping stranger grimaced apologetically. “Sorry, but all of the other tables are full.”

Angel looked around the cafe, fully prepared to find some convenient corner to shove him off toward, only to find that he was right. In the time that he had been reading, the coffee shop had filled up to the point of bursting. There weren’t even any other tables that didn’t have at least two other people sitting at them.

“Fine,” Angel sighed.

With that, he turned back to his book, content to ignore the stranger to the best of his ability.

“You didn’t order anything?” the stranger asked.

His abilities must not have been up to par that day, because even though Angel was well within his rights not to respond, he looked up and said, “I just came in here to read.”

The stranger frowned. “Isn’t it rude to sit in a coffee shop without buying anything?”

“I don’t really care.”

The stranger’s frown deepened. A second later, it lit up with a cheerful grin that couldn’t reach his eyes no matter how hard he tried. “How about I get you something? As thanks for letting me sit here. Do you like coffee?”

Something like alarm flared up in the back of Angel’s mind. He shrugged it aside as he wrinkled his nose. “No. It’s too bitter.”

“Really?” the corners of the stranger’s lips twitched. “You struck me as someone who’d like bitter tastes.”

“You thought wrong,” Angel said. “I only like sweet things.”

It was too bad that nothing in this shop would actually taste sweet to him. Unfortunately, he had a feeling that it was far too late to duck out of getting anything without being more suspicious than he could afford.

“I’ll get you something sweet, then,” the stranger said. “What’s your name?”

“What’s yours?” Angel asked without thinking.

The stranger — perhaps not a total stranger anymore — stretched out his hand. “Aki Hayakawa.”