#lucifer said then perish | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

storm-angel989 · 7 months ago

Text

Outside the Office Part Fifteen

Hi All! Maybe a trigger warning for Valentino being himself and Hell being Hell?

Enjoy and as always feedback is appreciated!!

When I woke up, my cheek was pressed firmly against the middle of his chest. Every inch of me tingled, and I pressed deeper into him as the fire in my belly restored itself. Under me, he stirred and let out a yawn.

“Good morning, my princessa. How do you feel?” He asked sleepily as he ran his hand down my back.

“Energized and refreshed, Ready for round two.” I said eagerly. I rolled over and pushed myself on top of him. I sank my hips against him. Under the sheet that separated us, I felt his cock harden. He sat up, any sleepness he had left vanished as he sprung to life. He interlaced his fingers with mine and before I could blink, I was pinned under him, blankets kicked aside.

“Ready for round two, hm?” He growled as he kissed down my neck.

Enthralled by the feeling of him against me, I almost missed the surge of power that pulsed through the room. I missed covering myself with a blanket by seconds. Lucifer stood at the base of our bed, his arms crossed. The warm feeling of shame and embarrassment spread through me. He didn’t look surprised at our position, but he certainly didn’t look thrilled either. Valentino yanked the blanket over the two of us and I opened my mouth to tell Lucifer exactly where to go.

Lucifer cut me off before I could say a word. “Whatever kinky shit you two are doing needs to wait, I need to see all four of you in the living room, now!” He snarled. “And by that I mean, get dressed in the next thirty seconds or someone will die. Literally.”

With that he vanished. Valentino and I exchanged looks and quickly got ourselves dressed.

“You know, someday, I’m going to be powerful enough to just drop into his fucking bedroom,” I grumbled.

Valentino laughed and took my hand in his. Together we walked out to the living room where a sleepy looking Vox and Velvette also sat on the couch. Lucifer paced back and forth in the front of the room. He looked up when we entered.

“Took you long enough. You’re going to want to sit for this. Vox, could you put it up on the screen for us?” Lucifer asked.

Vox yawned and with a zap of electricity the screen lit up. Video footage of carnage and chaos, demons screaming as winged angel’s in masks descended upon the city, slashing everything that crossed their paths. Across the streets, bodies lay in heaps, crimson washing the streets.

“This is footage from last night. As you can see, my negotiation with the angels didn’t exactly go as planned. They came down last night, at midnight, in droves and slaughtered everything in their sight for approximately four hours before ascending back to heaven. At my last count, eight hundred and sixty three demons perished.”

A horrified silence washed over us as we watched the scenes taken from the camera systems set up throughout hell. Men, women, children- anyone on the street was free for the pickings, slaughtered without thought purely for angelic delight.

“Pause. Right there.” Lucifer snapped.

Another zap of electricity froze a face on the screen. I sat up straighter and stood up, red energy collecting at my fingertips. I knew that face.

“Fucking Adam,” I snarled. “That son of a bitch!” Around me, energy pulsed. Lucifer stepped closer to me and took both my hands in his.

“Stop. Control yourself, or all you’ll do is destroy this lovely building. A building that kept you safe last night. Take a breath and sit down,” he pushed me back next to as he let go of my hands. He shot Valentino a look. “You. Keep her calm before she inadvertently causes me a host of inconveniences.”

“Settle, mi amore. I’m upset too, but nothing you do at this moment will fix this,” he said gently. “Logic, and emotion combined equal control. Remember?”

I took a deep breath and slowly, the energy at my fingertips began to fizz out.

Lucifer nodded in approval. “Good. Now, onto the next point. If we want to stop this, we need to figure something out fast, and Reader, you’re our best shot. Tell me everything you know about this Adam character. From what I could tell, he was their leader last night.”

Oh where to begin? Adam, or as he called himself, “the original dick” was our Creator's first attempt at making a male specimen. When Eve took a bite of the apple of knowledge, offered to her by Lucifer, it caused them both to fall. Adamn, by default, ascended into heaven, free of sin because he never learned what sin was. He was the only being in that loophole. In addition, he was the leader of the group in heaven that rallied hard for the new order, and although I wasn’t sure, it wouldn’t surprise me if he had been the one who put the final knife into my father. He was a rotten, sexist, egotistical asshole who hit on me more than once and when I turned him down hard he told everyone in heaven that I put out for him. The wildfire that rumor caused was nothing short of a nightmare, and it took more than one invasive test to prove he was a lying rat. Of course, even when I was proven innocent, people still whispered.

I wondered what they would think of me sleeping with Valentino?

I relayed this information as concisely and accurately as I could, sparing no detail. When I shared his personal attack towards me, Valentino sat up straighter, and his hand took mine. Silence again fell over our group.

“Heaven is fucked up,” Valentino said finally. “That might be true, but they have power we don’t. At least, at the moment. That could change, and that’s where you come in. Reader…” Lucifer said. He looked me in the eye. “I need you to

start forming soul contracts. I need you to collect as many souls as you possibly can between now and their next visit. As a fallen angel alone, I don’t have the power to beat them but you being half demon hold the key.”

“How do you know this?”

He threw his hands up in exasperation. “Honestly? I don’t. It’s my best guess based on eons of knowledge. And it’s our only shot, otherwise I am out of ideas. The angels know they have the upper hand when it comes to power.”

“Wait, Lucifer. You said they would come again. Do you know when that is? Did you and heaven come to any sort of agreement, or….”

Lucifer looked pained. “Six months. I bought us six months in between exterminations. And on that day, they can come and kill as many demons across as many rings as they desire within the span of four hours. I tried, my reader. But I would not give them the one thing they wanted.”

I felt my anger grow. “What could possibly be more important than saving your own people?”

His expression changed for the briefest of moments. “You.”

Our eyes met.

“Send me your contract for review once it’s written.”

And with that he vanished.

I looked at the three of them. Despite the panic I felt, they looked relatively calm.

“Alrightly then I guess we’ll get you started collecting souls tonight,” Vox said nonchalantly. He yawned as he stood up and made his way into the kitchen. “I got here first so I’m making breakfast! What do you want?”

“Pancakes. Bacon. Coffee.” Velvette answered.

“You got it!” Vox called back.

From the living room, I could hear the sounds of pots and pans banging around. Inside, I felt sick. How could I possibly be hungry after watching the carnage on television? How could they possibly be so calm?

“Nothing we do or say is going to change the past,” Velvette answered when I expressed my frustration. “And not eating won’t fix anything.”

I considered her point but couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t right. Either way, sitting here wasn’t going to help either. The need to move overcame me and I stood up, pacing behind the couch.

Valentino watched me silently, a displeased expression on his face.

“I have a question.” I asked after a few minutes of his eyes watching me. “How many souls can I collect in a day?”

Valentino stood up and wordlessly moved himself to the table, spinning his chair so that he was looking at me. “There is technically no limit. But in taking ownership, you bind yourself to that soul and the promises you make. And doing so, especially the first few times, can be physically and emotionally exhausting. So I would limit yourself to one or two. We usually don’t do more than ten a night, right Vox? Vel? Any input?”

Velvette shrugged. “I’d rather go out every night and give myself time in between. That lets me make sure I’m carrying out the terms of the contract as I agreed, and ensure they are as well.”

“And I’d rather go out a few times a week and come back with a couple of souls each time,” Vox called from the kitchen. “Traveling is a pain in the ass. I just want to get it done all at once.”

“You won’t be alone either, reader. I will guide you, Valenitno said gently, “If of course, you decide to do what Lucifer has asked.”

That was the question. As much as Lucifer had posed it as a requirement, at the end of the day the decision to collect souls was my own choice. Maybe a few months ago I would have scoffed at the idea and taken what I perceived to be the moral high road. But knowing what I know now, and in light of the amount of deaths that would take place if I didn’t, I could swallow the uncomfortableness of owning a soul if it meant a better outcome all around.

“I will, I don’t see a better option and well…Velvette has shown me that offering a contract is the lesser of the two evils. Speaking of, do you have a contract I could use? Or well, anything I could offer them? Because let’s be honest, even with Lucifer being who he is, I’ve got nothing to provide for them.”

“You do…have things, mi amore. And talent,” Valentino said slowly. “Granted, it's more military based…what if we contracted these souls to be trained as you were- to battle for hell when needed?”

“Doesn’t Lucifer have his own army of demons?” I asked.

Even from the kitchen, I could hear Vox let out a snort as he answered. “I mean, yeah. Sort of. But he only calls on it to handle things like riots and keep his citizens in line. It isn’t organized, like I assume the angels are.” He walked out of the kitchen and stood behind the couch where

Velvette sat. “What if we created a dual contract? One that required them to spend a day or two each week training with you, and required them to be called on to fight any battles that may arise? We can house any souls you acquire and take care of them- that isn’t an issue. We can also add in something about how during their off days they will be required to work for one of us. The language on this might be tricky, but since Lucifer is looking it over I’m sure it will be ironclad and ensure that you are in no way, shape or form held accountable.” He leaned over and pecked Velvette on the top of the head before he returned to the kitchen.

“That feels a little tricky,” I said slowly, picking up the pace ever so slightly. “And more than a little dishonest. Shouldn’t they know what they’re signing up for? The whole consent argument?”

“I mean, mi amore, is it better to let them choose the fate of the sins? Or offer them a safe landing? At heart, what they do here doesn’t really matter. It’s more important to provide a better outcome for them where you can. And you can always say no,” Valentino replied. “The consent argument- I believe you’re referring to what my job entails- comes into play in a paragraph stating that we will come to a verbal agreement regarding their participation in my business. A verbal agreement that can be altered between the two parties as necessary.” He paused. “That isn’t the exact language of course, but the general idea. This way if I have an employee who requires an…unexpected rest period, we can verbally agree together on that, so no one breaks the contract.”

I considered it. They had a point, and as long as I was being upfront and honest with the souls I interacted with, and offered them the better of the two choices, I was still doing the right thing.

“Come on you guys, enough of this discussion. I’ll write something up and send it to Lucifer later today. Once he approves it, we can go from there- but for now, breakfast is hot. Come eat.” Vox said as he carried two big platters to the table.

I filled up my plate with pancakes and bacon and settled myself back on the couch. Velvette, ever so quick to change the channel, put on one of our mutually agreed upon shows. Valentino reached over and squeezed my hand gently, a silent reminder that he was there. I gave him a smile and set my fork down, leaning over a pressing a sticky maple syrup kiss on his lips.

When breakfast finished, Valentino and I made our way back to his room.

“Do you need to work today?” I asked as I sat on his bed. “If so, that's fine, I’ll go down and help Vox write the contracts.”

“I do, princessa,” he stripped his pajamas off and walked over to me and bent down, pressing his lips to mine. “But first, let’s pick up where we left off, shall we?”

Ah fuck. The red hot feeling of desire bubbled up in me as he slowly undid the buttons on my pajamas.

“God damn it, Valentino,” I groaned as he took his time with each unhook.

“Oh, mi amore. Are you eager?” he asked teasingly. He bent over and in the span of a kiss, my shirt was undone and my pants tossed aside.

“Eager is an understatement,” I said as I wrapped my arm around his neck. “I want you. Inside me. Now.”

A grin spread across my face as he pushed himself on top of me. “As you wish, my princessa.”

Two hours, one hot shower where I discovered the use for that tiled bench, and a visit to Velvette later, I walked into Valentino’s studio and took my place beside him.

“Ah, welcome mi amore,” he said softly, reaching over and squeezing my hand before turning his attention back to his work. “Angel! Where the fuck are you?”

I watched as Angel Dust strutted out of his dressing room and took his place on stage. Valentino looked at me apologetically, and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. By the time he turned his attention back to the stage his expression had hardened, and the cruelness Valentino kept hidden from me showed itself in full form. Roughly, he stood up and strode across the room. He grabbed Angel and pushed him into the chair before leaning down and pressing his lips against Angel’s.

As much as I knew Valentino didn’t want to, the entire thing turned my stomach. and instead, chose to look away and focused my attention instead on the employees that scurried around as quickly as they could. Finally, I heard the click of Valentino’s boots come closer and I gave the scene my attention once more. I watched as he lifted Angel Dust up onto the chair, Angel’s eyes red from a mix of the pleasure and the high. Valentino took his seat, observing carefully as the demons tied Angel upright.

“And…Action.”

I watched as yet another violent scene unfolded, wincing with each slap and shout of pleasure that came from Angel. Not soon enough, Valentino called cut and sent the film to editing.

“Come, princessa. Lunch time.” He stood up and stretched.

Both on and off the stage, demons scurried around moving set pieces. Angel himself stood up and offered me a toothy smile before he disappeared back behind the door to his dressing room.

“I don’t think I will ever get used to the…cruelty.” I said once Valentino and I were safely in his office. I perched myself up on his desk and picked through the options housekeeping had brought in for lunch.

“Part of my job is to provide satisfaction for those who require a certain type of emotion or imagery in order to feel pleasure,” Valentino said patiently. “You cannot judge anyone based on their needs. As long as no actual harm is done, and consent is appropriately acquired, there is no harm in allowing fantasy to come to life on the screen.”

“I guess,” I said slowly, “but it's just so different from what we do.”

“Sweetheart, you’ve officially had sex twice in your life. We haven’t even explored other ways to make things fun, let alone all of the other…options your body has for me. You might find you like some of these kinks.” He reached over and chose a sandwich. He kissed me on the forehead and took his seat behind the desk. “So quit judging and choose something to eat, or I’ll make you.”

“Yes, Daddy..” I responded teasingly. Instantly, the vision of my father popped into my head and an icky feeling flooded through my body. I involuntarily made a face. “Okay, that one isn’t for me.”

“First of all, you’re not engaging in that kink in the correct context. And it’s fine if it isn’t for you, but you still don’t get to judge those who do enjoy that kink,” he replied. “Especially not in my studio. Understood?”

“Yes Valentino,” I rolled my eyes and reached over, picking up the container of pasta salad. “Do you have a fork?”

He opened his desk drawer and rummaged around a bit before handing one to me. “Here,” he looked at my lunch choice with disapproval. “You can’t just eat carbs. You have to have some sort of protein too.”

“You know what I read online? Cum is an excellent source of protein.” I answered nonchalantly as I unwrapped the plastic utensil covering.

His face went red and he coughed before he broke into a laugh. “Princessa. Where did you find time to read up on that?”

“I had plenty of time over the past few weeks. I learned a lot,” I leaned forward to kiss him and set my lunch aside.

His lips met mine and he sat back. “Oh? Like what, mi amore? Do share your studies with me.” He pointed to the open container of pasta salad, “and eat while you do. I’m on a time limit here and therefore so are you.”

I groaned. “Valentino. I am trying to be sexy.”

“You do that effortlessly, my princessa. And as much as I would love to tame that dirty mouth of yours right this very second, you’re just going to have to wait until we get home. Now eat, before I make you.”

“Oh? And how are you going to make me?”

He was on his feet and before I could react, he had me off the desk and against the wall, his body pressed against mine and one hand ever so lightly touched my throat.

“V-val?” My voice cracked as I looked into his eyes. The sharpness I had seen earlier shone through.

“You asked,” he breathed sharply into my ear. “And I’m answering. Now are you going to eat, or do I need to make you?”

Was it fear that flooded through me, or desire? In the moment, I couldn’t tell. It made me sick in the studio to watch him treat his employee’s like this but when it was me? Part of me was turned on in a way I could have never expected. But another part, a slightly larger part of me felt afraid, genuinely afraid that he would hurt me. I felt myself tremble.

“I-I’ll eat. I’m s-sorry.” I choked out after a few moments.

His expression softened, “that’s my girl.” He kissed my cheek and removed his hand from my throat. He watched me carefully for a moment before he pulled me into his arms and kissed me gently. “Mi amore, did I frighten you?”

“Yes and no?” I answered as honestly as I could as I tried to sort through my feelings on what just happened. “Some stupid part of me thought that was sexy.”

He kissed my forehead. “No part of you is stupid, my love. I proved my point- again. You cannot judge someone on what they like- especially if you don’t have any experience in the matter.” He lifted me up and popped me back up on the desk. He handed me my now unwrapped fork and the open container. “Now eat, before I make good on my promise.”

“You would never actually…hurt me though, would you?” I asked hesitantly. That would be the deciding factor- his dominance was sexy, but to be hurt by him was another thing entirely. I took a bite of my lunch and waited for him to answer.

He shook his head vehemently. “No. Mi amore, no. I would not. There are other ways to…convince you to follow my directions without inflicting punitive pain.” He took a bite and chewed thoroughly and then swallowed. “Though if that did turn you on- even a little- we should decide on a safeword now. So if we do get a little rough in the moment, we both have a clear cut way to stop if things get to be too much.”

I gave him a quizzical look. “What is a safe word?”

He grinned. “Ah. Something my little researcher hasn’t discovered on her own? The idea is simple- if you say a key word while we are in the bedroom, I stop. Instantly and without hesitation. The safeword in my studio is Parakeet. Anytime one of my employees utters that word, everything that happens on set stops instantly and the employee is let out of any restraints they may be in.” He paused and opened a bottle of water. He took a sip before continuing. “That’s also why I keep a doctor on staff at all times. Sometimes, accidents and emergencies happen. In house treatment prevents embarrassment and long term injuries. Which in the long run, saves me money.”

“But why wouldn’t you just stop when I tell you to stop?” I asked. “Isn’t that basic consent and respect?”

He shook his head. “Not always. Some people like to feel as though they are being overpowered. And for them, continuing to engage in the act despite begging the other to stop is a pleasure in and of itself. A safeword is something that has nothing to do with the situation and is unlikely to come up in a typical dialogue. It clearly communicates that one revokes consent and the other is to stop immediately. To avoid any confusion, I avoid using our safework in any of my scripts so there is never any mistake. Any ideas for ours, my princessa?”

“I…no. Honestly, no idea, none.” I took another bite and chewed thoughtfully. “Not a clue.”

He grinned. “So talk it out with me. The goal is to bring attention to the fact that something isn’t right- and kill the mood, or the vibe. However you want to describe the heat of the moment. Some people use a stop light system of sorts- yelling yellow for getting close to needing to stop and red for actually revoking consent. Think about something that if you said- or even if I said- would stop you in your tracks. And of course, something that you would be comfortable shouting.”

I looked at him blankly and hesitated as an idea slowly formed. “How about the word safe? Cause you make me feel safe…”

He smiled. “Safe. A little generic, but I like it.” He leaned forward and kissed me gently. “If you ever feel uneasy, unsure or want to stop- just say the word “safe” baby girl. And I promise to stop right away. And the same goes for me.”

“I can’t imagine you ever needing a safe word,” I said, tossing my now empty container in the trashcan next to his desk.

He laughed, “I have some hard limits. We all do.” He stood up and tossed his own wrapper in the garbage. “Come on, I need to get back to work.”

I jumped off the desk and followed him out. I took my place beside him once again. The clock on the wall ticked three o’clock, and as much as Valentino was invested in his work, I had the distinct feeling that the next few hours would drag by.

#the vees #valentino x reader #valentino x wife #vox x reader #valentino x you #hazbin fluff #valentino #hazbin hotel #the vees x reader #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin x reader #x reader

72 notes · View notes

aurorasilverthorne · 2 months ago

Text

Unholy Notions

Chapter #1: Loopholes & Bylaws

___________________

Charlie stared up at the portrait of Sir Pentious. Her father had painted it himself in honor of the snake sinner's bravery and self-sacrifice. Tears blurred the corners of Charlie’s eyes as she placed her hand on the picture of her fallen friend and bowed her head.

“I’m sorry, Pen. You deserved so much better,” she whispered, curling her hand into a fist. “I won’t give up. I’ll prove redemption is possible, I promise.”

“Charlie!”

She turned at the sound of her name. Vaggie stood at the top of the stairs overlooking the Hazbin Hotel’s lobby. “Your dad needs to talk to you. We found something in the records. You’re gonna wanna hear this.”

Charlie ran up the stairs and followed her girlfriend into her father’s private suite. Lucifer was seated at the table pouring over Hell’s law and regulation tomes. “Dad? What’s up?”

“We have a problem,” he answered, straightening his back.

Charlie frowned. “What’s wrong?”

Lucifer handed her a copy of the book he was reading. “Remember that old bylaw that said Hell must always have an heir in case its current or future rulers perish?”

“Yeah?”

“When I signed the agreement with Heaven, no one knew angels were susceptible to permanent death by angelic steel.”

Vaggie cocked an eyebrow. “So?”

“The law states that every ruler must provide at least one heir before they ascend the throne. Charlie doesn’t have one.”

Vaggie tensed. “And we can’t conceive a child together because we’re both women. Are you telling me she’s going to have to marry someone else and have their child?”

Lucifer threw up his hands waving in surrender. “No! No, no, no—nothing like that. The law allows her to choose a surrogate mother and father who will sire and carry the child on her behalf.”

“How does that work?”

“Charlie and I will transfer some of our powers into a potion. The surrogates drink it and the powers transfer from them to the fetus once the baby is conceived. If anything happens to me or Charlie, the rest of our power transfers from us to the heir ensuring its status as ruler of Hell.”

“What kind of surrogates would I need?” Charlie asked.

Lucifer pointed to a specific line of text. “According to this, you have the right to choose whoever you think is best. It doesn’t even matter if they’re hellborn or sinners.”

Vaggie leaned in to read the fine print. “I thought sinners couldn’t reproduce.”

“Normally, they can’t. Charlie’s mom added the loophole in this particular case because she considered herself the first sinner, which makes me the first true hellborn, I suppose.”

Charlie flopped down in the chair next to him still clutching her copy of the book. “I don’t know anything about what makes a good surrogate. Can’t I just…I don’t know…wait until Vaggie and I are ready to find a sperm donor or something?”

“You might’ve been able to put it off,” Lucifer said giving her an apologetic look, “but word’s gotten out about the angelic weapons. If someone takes you out before you have a designated heir…”

“Every power-hungry prick in Hell will be chomping at the bit to get their hands on your crown,” Vaggie realized.

Charlie leaned back in her chair and groaned. “Fuuuck.”

Lucifer sighed. “It has to be done, Char-Char.”

Vaggie put a hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, babe. You can do this. And I’ll be with you every step of the way.”

Charlie sat up to look at her. “Really? You promise?”

Vaggie gave her a reassuring smile and nodded. “Hell yeah.”

______________

Vaggie scowled. “Oh, hell no.”

Charlie blanched. “Vaggie!”

Alastor folded his arms and narrowed his eyes at the ex-exorcist angel. “My sentiments exactly.”

Rosie sat in the chair beside him. She’d known when she’d walked in that Charlie’s invitation to the hotel would be anything but a social visit or some half-hearted attempt at trying to talk her into becoming a resident. The girl had sounded nervous over the phone. The empty glass in Alastor’s hand had only confirmed her suspicions. He’d already downed two bourbons by the time she’d joined them at the bar for a bit of liquid courage.

She took another sip of Bordeaux red before addressing Charlie. “Don’t misunderstand, sweetie. We’re honored you’d consider us for such a…er…that’s a lot to ask, princess.” Rosie didn’t know how else to put it. Fighting exterminators with the promise of food for her people was one thing, but conceiving a child she’d have to give up?

“I know it is,” Charlie admitted, “but you’re so warm, friendly, supportive, and loving. I figured…since you're that way with your cannibals, maybe…”

“That’s why it’s not a good idea," Rosie explained, "I’d never be able to carry a baby for nine months just to hand it over to someone else. The idea of being separated from my own flesh and blood…of not being in his or her life…”

Charlie’s eyes widened. “What? No! Rosie, we’d never do that to you or Al.” She reached across the bar and took the cannibal leader’s hands in hers. “You’d both take part in the child’s upbringing. Vaggie and I—we’re gonna need all the help we can get.”

“You can say that again,” Angeldust muttered from where he was lounging on a nearby sofa. “That kid’s gonna need major therapy with Smiles and Dollface as its parents.”

Rosie glared at Angel. “No one asked you.”

Alastor ignored Angel’s jab. He didn’t like where this was going. The softening of Rosie’s expression and voice when she spoke to Charlie of children unnerved him. He shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

“But Al—” Charlie began.

He cut her off. “Charlotte, what in Satan’s name ever made you think I’d be a suitable option for surrogacy?”

Charlie hesitated. “Well…I mean…you’re so protective of the hotel and…you took on Adam for us during the extermination, so I thought…”

Static crackled as the weight of his stare bore down on her. “The hotel is an investment. And Adam was a challenge, which is something I enjoy.”

“Parenthood is a challenge,” Charlie replied sheepishly. “It can be an investment too…right?”

Alastor exhaled in exasperation. “Not for this demon. I have no desire to play a role in this endeavor. Now if you’ll excuse me…” He set his unfinished drink down on the counter and turned to leave.

“Al, wait—please!” Charlie stood up to follow him, but Rosie intercepted her.

“Let me talk to him,” she said, giving Charlie’s forearm a gentle squeeze.

“But…” Charlie released a dejected sigh and lowered her gaze. “Okay.” She watched Rosie make her way up the stairs and down the hall until she disappear around the corner leading to Alastor’s room.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” Vaggie murmured.

Charlie swallowed the lump of emotions in her throat. So do I, she thought.

___________________

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!!! Hazbin Hotel and all of its characters belong to Vivziepop and Amazon Prime.

20 notes · View notes

murkyhazed-is-archiving · 9 months ago

Text

@auntiezelda said: ❛ you’re a terrible flirt you know. ❜ (for lilith)

she still remembers how it felt, to hear the voices of the coven pray to her, worship her… as short lived as it was, she will never forget the power she felt from it. it was that single prayer alone that had the former queen of hell turned regent seeking refuge at the academy. with the dark lord on the loose, they were all in danger. the witches of greendale even more so, with two threats facing them head on. lilith may not hold a candle to lucifer, but against some bloody pagans? she could handle them much easier.

pathetic as she felt asking for refuge, she had a single hope that flattery would work on the eldest spellman. those words, they gave the impression her strategy was working. while she was offering compliments in attempt for salvation, she also did have an interest in the redhead. one that she generally kept deep down and out of the light. however, she very well may perish in the coming hours, what harm would a little playful honesty do now?

❝ i speak only truth, high priestess. weak as your coven may be at this given moment, you continue to exude a certain… inner strength, shall we say? continuing to lead, to fight for your witches and your place in greendale. despite all that you face, you would fight until your dying breath rather than surrender. it is a staple quality in you specifically, zelda spellman, and it looks good on you. ❞

#auntiezelda #* &. madame satan / lilith.#shes like: i am looking for shelter but also you look hot

53 notes · View notes

moinstar · 1 year ago

Photo

Lesson 12-18

Someone is running their hand through my hair... ...It feels like a large hand with a gentle touch.

"...You should've heard how excited Belphie was. He said he'd taken your hand and was drifting off to sleep beside you, when suddenly it felt like you squeezed his hand. He thought that maybe you'd woken up."

Lucifer sighs as he continues to caress my hair. I can't move my body but I can hear him well.

"My brothers have been going through an emotionally fraught period lately. Thanks to the fact that you show no signs of waking. Really, what kind of attendant just lies there in bed at a time like this?"

There's the a bit of scolding in his voice but he sighs again.

"There are plenty of questions I'd like to ask you, you know. What are you — a human — doing here in the Devildom? How did you get here? Why do you have my ring?"

He sighs again as I feel my hand being held on his, caressing the Ring of Light on my ring finger.

"Why would you want to protect us? When you stood there with that grimoire in hand, I was at your mercy. You could've forced me to do whatever you wanted, couldn't you?"

He chuckled as he tells the tale of his beloved little sister who perished in the Great Celestial War. It hurts to hear about their pain all over again. It happened a long time ago, back when I was still immature and convinced myself that they only looked at me hoping to find Lilith. But I understand now, the pain of losing someone you love and never seeing them again. My heart wants to cry for him, for them.

I tried reaching for him but I couldn't move yet again.

"Lilith fell in love with a human." He cups my hand and held it by his face. His warm breath softly tickles my skin.

"Angels are forbidden from interfering in the lives of humans. So to actually fall in love with one is unthinkable. I told her she could never visit the human world again. I tried to convince her, but she wouldn't listen to me. She said that someday the same thing would happen to me. I'd meet someone I loved so deeply that I'd be willing to throw away everything for them. And then I'd finally understand how she felt."

He goes on on how this love brought chaos to their peaceful realm and their Fall. On how he will keep the truth about Lilith till the end of time and wanting to protect his brothers.

"Having to carry this secret... it's like a dagger through the heart. I wonder, was it like that for you? All that time hiding the fact that you were human... did you feel the same way I do? I want to know. I want to hear you tell me yourself, Moin..."

He sighs again. He leans into my hand and held it by his cheek.

If only I could, Lucifer. If only I could tell you I came from the future where angels, demons, and humans are steadily getting united. Where you and your brothers are free from the guilt of your past, living with smiles on your faces. I want to tell everything. But I can't. And just as you said, it feels like a dagger stuck on my heart. I grow scared for you and for everyone here. Because I'm here, where I don't really belong.

"What do I do? How am I supposed to deal with this? The truth is, it's lonely without you around. And I miss you. Wake up, Moin..."

I felt his warm hand cup my cheek and his warm breath by my forehead as he leans to kiss it.

And the light from the ring shines brightly.

#obey me nightbringer spoilers #obey me lucifer #obey me mc #moin mc #L12-18 #sketch #mini comic

168 notes · View notes

misc-obeyme · 1 year ago

Note

Hello, this is the anon about the Lucifer starting the Apocalypse or end of times. I dont really mind it being angsty.

So a bit of background: Nightbringer sends MC to the not distant future back in their own timeline with a message "be patient, a messenger will come.. you choose to save the brothers or the human race."

MC starts noticing the 4 horsemen, and thunderstorms, firey skies, etc. A knock on the door and stands Simeon with a message about The Devil is coming, and only MC can Stop Lucifer or Michael will have to stop them, meaning the world will perish, and God has turned his back on humanity.

MC choice could be to save both

The story is more like avengers type style or anything you like. The characrers if you want to be included could be Lucifer, Satan, Simeon. Gabriel (if you want), Mammon, or Solomon.

Hi there, anon!

Oof okay this is by far the longest request I've ever written. But there was so much happening, it needed to be longer in order for things to get resolved in a way that made sense to me.

I tried to incorporate everything that was in your ask - so Nightbringer is involved, Simeon, and all the other characters listed. I didn't describe Michael or Gabriel so people can imagine them however they like.

I also thought it made the most sense for this to happen in the human world, so the setting is actually Serenity Manor. In case anybody hasn't gotten to season 3 of the OG, it's just a big house basically and the brothers give it to MC when they leave the human world.

I've only ever seen the first Avengers movie and that was a long time ago, so I don't think this turned out to be in that style at all. Hopefully it still turned out okay?

Anyway, I hope this is close to what you were looking for.

Thanks for the request!

GN!MC has to stop the apocalypse as begun by Lucifer

Warnings: general apocalyptic stuff (such as the four horsemen), fighting (with magic), angst, drama, spoilers for season 4 of the OG story, Nightbringer time travel shenanigans

You woke up to find yourself in Serenity Manor, back in the human world. That was odd. Didn't you go to bed in Cocytus Hall last night? What were you doing here in the human world? How did you get here?

You sat up in bed, looking around the room, trying to figure out what had happened. All of your things were here, too. Everything seemed completely normal. And yet you knew something wasn't right.

And then your D.D.D., which was sitting on the bedside table, dinged.

You picked it up and found a message there.

UNREGISTERED Hello.

You groaned to yourself before responding. There was no doubt that this was Nightbringer's doing. What did he want with you now? Why send you back to the human world?

MC What did you do? Where am I?

UNREGISTERED You are in the human world. I have sent you back to your time, though a little bit into the future. Something has changed and your presence is needed here.

MC What are you talking about? Who are you?

UNREGISTERED Be patient. A messenger will come and you will need to choose. Save the brothers or save the human race. I look forward to seeing what decision you make.

You put down your D.D.D. What did this mean? Save the brothers or the human race? Why did you have to choose?

You tried to contact any of the brothers through your D.D.D., but got no response. You tried calling and texting, but there was nothing. You checked Devilgram, but there were no new posts from anybody. You called Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon - anyone you could think of. But there was no response from anyone.

What was happening in the Devildom?

Nightbringer had said to be patient, but how could you be?

You got out of bed and got dressed. You found the kitchen fully stocked and ate some breakfast. Then you prepared yourself to teleport back to the Devildom. If they wouldn't respond, you would just go find out what was happening for yourself.

You prepared the spell, spoke the words aloud, there was a flash of light and then...

...you were still in the kitchen of Serenity Manor.

Your spell hadn't worked. You frowned. This was not good.

You couldn't just sit around in the house while things were like this, so you left through the front door.

You immediately noticed the dark skies - thick grey clouds with red edges, almost like they were about to burst into flames.

You walked out into the town and found people, but they all had their heads down. Some of them were fighting, yelling or getting into fist fights. People were running around and a lot of them looked scared. You tried to talk to someone, anyone, but nobody would acknowledge you. They just rushed right past.

And then, seemingly out of nowhere, four beings came down the street. Time seemed to freeze as they went past in slow motion - four enormous horses ridden by four ghastly creatures shrouded in mist and shadow. Each horse a different color, each rider slightly different, but all absolutely terrifying. You felt a chill run down your spine as they went by.

You considered what you were seeing. Looking up, you saw the skies had turned ever more red, just another symbol of the darkness you knew was about to come. The people around you were in continual conflict and you were fairly certain you just saw the four horsemen ride down the street.

This was the beginning of the apocalypse.

You rushed back to Serenity Manor. You sat and tried your D.D.D. again, desperately calling and texting everyone and anyone. You mentally begged someone to respond.

You were pulled out of this endeavor by a knock on the door. You practically ran to the door, flinging it open to reveal Simeon standing there.

"Simeon!" you cried out, pulling him inside and shutting the door. You turned to him, clinging onto his hands. "What's going on? Nobody will return my texts or calls! It looks like the end times outside! Nightbringer sent me here and told me I would have to choose - what's happening?"

Simeon was frowning. "I have a message," he said. "I'm here to tell you that you're the only one who can stop Lucifer. If you don't, Michael will have to and then the world will perish as God has turned his back on humanity."

You stared at him in shock. "Where is Lucifer?"

Simeon rubbed at the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, MC. The Devildom is in chaos. I don't think your calls or texts are getting through to anyone. It's just that you disappeared and Lucifer… "

"I can't get back to the Devildom," you said. "I tried to teleport there, but it didn't work for some reason. How can I stop Lucifer if I can't even reach him?"

"Nobody can go in or out of the Devildom right now. But it doesn't matter. He isn't there anymore," Simeon said.

You were about to ask what this meant when there was another knock on the door.

You whirled, opening the door to reveal Satan, Mammon, and Solomon.

You ushered them inside, then glanced outside at the sky which now seemed to be completely on fire before closing the door.

You turned to them. You were relieved to see them, even if they looked grim. "Where is everybody else?" you asked.

"It's a mess, MC," Solomon said. "Lucifer is out there -" he waved vaguely toward the front door "- tearing the human world apart looking for you. Diavolo and Barbatos tried to stop him, but he anticipated that. He's used some sort of spell to put them to sleep. Leviathan and Asmodeus are trying to stop him. Beelzebub and Belphegor are trying to wake up Diavolo. And we came to look for you."

"He's lost his mind, MC," Mammon said. He and Satan were both in demon form, seemingly on high alert because of the chaos happening outside. "I tried talkin' to him, but it's like he's not even there anymore."

"I also attempted to speak with him," Satan said. He was angry, evident by the expression on his face, but he was trying to keep it inside. "And then I tried to use magic to stop him, but he's too powerful."

"You're the only one who might be able to reach him," Solomon said. "If you don't, it could mean the end of everything."

You turned away from them for a moment, taking in everything they had just told you. Lucifer was out there, destroying everything. It didn't make sense. He wouldn't go against Diavolo like that, would he? Not over this.

"I don't understand," you said quietly. "Are you sure this is about me?"

There was an odd light in the room suddenly, which trembled for a moment before resolving into an angel you had never seen before.

Almost everybody else recognized him, though.

"Gabriel?" Simeon asked.

The angel looked around at those gathered in the room. "Simeon," he said. "Mammon, Solomon, it's good to see you all again. And you two must be Satan and MC. I've heard plenty about you as well."

"What are ya doin' here?" Mammon asked. He didn't seem upset, but he did seem perplexed.

Gabriel looked around at them. "Ah, yes, you see, I'm here to tell you that you should not interfere with Lucifer and the apocalypse."

"You can't be serious," Solomon said. "You really expect us to just stand by and let this happen?"

Gabriel looked at him seriously. "The fact is, this is how things are supposed to go. You all seem to think that Lucifer is doing this because he let his emotions get the better of him. But actually, Lucifer is doing this because this is as it is written. He is meant to start the apocalypse. If you intervene, you will be upsetting Father's plans. Leave this to Michael. It is for him to resolve. Stay out of it."

You could feel an unexpected anger welling up inside of you. This was the message from the Celestial Realm? That you should just sit back and let their plans go forward, resulting in the destruction of your home and likely everyone you've come to care about? You couldn't just let this happen. You couldn't watch that unfold. You couldn't allow Lucifer to be used as a catalyst for the end.

And you were done waiting around.

"You can go back to the Celestial Realm and tell them to kiss my ass," you said, turning around and marching out the front door.

The others rushed to catch up to you, Mammon reaching your side first. "MC! What're ya gonna do?"

"I'm going to stop this!" you said. You stood out in the street, looking up at the sky. You gathered all your energy, every ounce of magic you could muster.

Then you took a deep breath and said into the howling wind, "Hear me, and heed my call. In the name of the sorcerer MC, I draw upon my pact with the ring of light. Come forth, Lucifer!"

The wind, which had kicked up tremendously in the time you were inside the manor, became even more wild. The sky split with red lightning and the world became dark momentarily.

There was an aura of shadow concentrated in one spot in front of you. As you watched, Lucifer materialized from out of it.

He was in demon form. His eyes were fully red and glowing ominously. But they were also empty. They seemed to look right through you.

"Who would dare to summon me?" he asked. It was Lucifer's voice, but it was devoid of any real emotion. He didn't yell. He spoke in a normal tone, but it was flat.

The sound of his voice and the look in his eyes caused you to shiver. But you stood your ground.

"Lucifer, you need to stop," you said. You let your voice match his tone - not yelling, just speaking normally. Behind you, you could feel the presence of Mammon, Satan, Solomon, and Simeon - a network of support. You weren't sure what had happened to Gabriel.

"And why should I listen to a human like you?" he asked.

"I think ya should use stay on him," Mammon said from behind you.

"I think that would be a terrible choice," Satan said.

"Be quiet, you two," Solomon said. "Let MC handle this."

You were prepared to continue trying to talk Lucifer out of destroying the human world, but you didn't have the chance. The light that had appeared in the house before manifested again now, this time resolving into two angels. One was Gabriel, but the other one…

"Michael," Lucifer said dully.

Lucifer raised a hand and suddenly all of the avatars of sin appeared. Mammon and Satan no longer stood behind you, now having been dragged to Lucifer's side. Every other brother was there, too, lined up on either side of Lucifer. Some of them blinked dazedly as they were confused about where they were now. But as they realized what was happening, every single one shifted into demon form.

"This is the end of the human world, as it was meant to be," Michael said. "These seven demons must be destroyed. In the process, all of humanity will be lost. Prepare yourselves."

"No!" you yelled, launching yourself at Michael.

Solomon caught hold of you and held you back. "MC, you won't win this fight!"

"I don't care!" you yelled. "I can't let him do this! I can't let him destroy the human world, I can't let him destroy Lucifer and his brothers! I love them!"

"If you try to get in the way now, you'll die for sure and then everything else will get destroyed anyway," Solomon said, his arms squeezing tightly around your waist.

You turned around in his hold to face him. "Then help me!" you cried. "Together, aren't we strong enough?"

Solomon looked into your eyes and saw the determination there. He knew he wouldn't be able to talk you out of this. And he also knew that he couldn't just leave you to do it alone.

Solomon nodded and let you go. "All right," he said. "You have pacts with all of them. Use that. I'll back you up."

You turned back to the demon brothers. All of them now seemed to be under whatever was influencing Lucifer. They all had that dull look in their eyes - as though nobody was home.

Michael was gathering power. He seemed to be glowing brightly with light that was as blinding as the sun.

You had to stop this and it was your last chance. You muttered, "Hear me and heed my call…"

You weren't sure what you were doing, but you could feel the pacts inside you. You reached for that connection, though they all felt far away. You grasped them in your mind, in your heart. And you felt the magic explode from you, rushing through the pacts, filling the air around you.

The ring of light began to glow. At your side, something else seemed to be glowing. You glanced over and saw that Solomon's ring was also glowing and he was feeding magic into you.

Overhead, the skies trembled. The clouds remained dark red. The wind continued to blow through everything at high speeds.

And then everything paused. There was a stillness as the wind instantly died. The magic remained frozen. Everyone was as a statue.

And there was an entity before you, but you couldn't see who it was. They were too blurry for you to make out.

"Are you choosing the brothers, then?" the being asked.

Somehow, you knew it was Nightbringer. "What? No, I want to save both!"

"Right now, that is not a choice," Nightbringer said. "If you save the brothers, the world will still be destroyed. If you destroy the brothers, the world will survive. If Michael destroys the brothers, the world will be destroyed in the crossfire."

"No," you said. "There has to be another choice!"

Nightbringer laughed. "You are so much like your teacher. Always trying to find another option when there isn't one."

"Maybe you're just too narrow minded to see all the possibilities," you said.

"Very well," Nightbringer said. "You're about to send Michael and Gabriel back to the Celestial Realm, effectively removing them from this fight. What happens after that is up to you."

As time began again, you could feel the power of the pacts and the rings running through you once again. And just as they had done once before, the gates to the Celestial Realm were opened. With a mighty push of your magic, you managed to shove Michael and Gabriel back through them before slamming them shut.

You felt yourself wobble as the magic died down. You took one step and fell, but found yourself in Simeon's arms. Solomon stood in front of the two of you, facing the brothers.

Every brother was still in demon form and all of them still had that empty look in their eyes.

"Foolish human," Lucifer said. "Now that you have removed my greatest obstacle, the world is doomed. As it was written, so it shall be."

You cried out, but you were too weak to move from Simeon's arms. "Lucifer, please! I know you're in there! I know all of you are in there still! If ever any of you loved me, please… please…"

Your voice was fading as you were losing your strength. Solomon's hands were balled into fists as he stood in front of you and Simeon. You could see little sparks of magic around him. It wouldn't be long before he, too, would be too weak to continue. He glanced back at you. "MC… won't you choose humanity…?"

You bit your lip. "I will if I have to," you managed to say. "But let me at least try to reach them first."

Simeon's grip on you tightened. You were sure he wanted to do more, but now that he was human, he could do nothing but hold you.

"Lucifer," Simeon said. "You rebelled against Father once before when you believed his decision was wrong. I know you don't want to do this. Why wouldn't you defy him again?"

"Simeon…" you said weakly, amazed that the former angel would say something like that.

And yet, these words seemed to reach Lucifer. He looked at Simeon, really looked at him.

"I don't think this is what Lilith would want," Simeon said firmly.

And as you watched, there was a spark in Lucifer's eyes. A glimmer of something that used to be there.

You felt some little strength return to your limbs. You turned to Simeon and said, "Please help me up."

Simeon stood, pulling you up with him. Your legs were shaky, but after a moment you were able to let go of Simeon and take a few steps forward.

There was a dark aura still around Lucifer. The other brothers appeared to be in a trance, unmoving, unseeing, still in demon form.

You stumbled past Solomon, who called your name, but didn't stop you.

You reached out and touched Lucifer's cheek. "You always tried to make me think that I was the one who belonged to you. But deep down, Lucifer, you know that you are mine."

You watched as recognition seemed to flare in Lucifer's eyes. You hoped this reference to things he said when you made your pact with him would remind him of just who you were. Who he was.

"MC…" he said, voice uncertain.

"I know you're in there, Lucifer," you said. "Come back to me. Please."

And that was all it took. No magic, no bright light, no dramatic auras. Just a few words spoken with all of your heart. You watched as he seemed to come back to himself. The glowing red of his eyes faded away until you were looking once again at the familiar ruby and black. Nearby, you could see the other brothers shaking their heads, as though coming out of their trance.

Relief flooded through you. Your muscles gave up and you felt your knees buckle. You would have fallen to the ground, but Lucifer caught you. He pressed you to himself, cradling you carefully but tightly.

"MC," he said into your hair. "What have I done…?"

"Don't worry about that now," you said, your voice low as your strength continued to drain away. "Please, can we just go home?"

You would fall asleep in Lucifer's arms. When you woke much later, you would find out that the Celestial Realm was not happy with this turn of events. But you would be in the Devildom again, in the House of Lamentation, with the brothers all looking after you. And it would take some time to fix the damage that had been done by this event. But with the brothers beside you, not to mention everybody else, you knew that you would be able to make things right again. Assuming, of course, that Nightbringer didn't plan on sending you through time yet again.

masterlist | Thank you for reading!

#oof this one took it out of me lol #I did my best #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer #obey me fanfiction #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me simeon #obey me solomon #obey me michael #obey me gabriel #obey me mc #request #anon request #misc writes

95 notes · View notes

mybeautifulreina · 1 year ago

Text

Please Comeback

I knew Lucifer's birthday already passed a century ago. Lemme contribute a bit to this fandom, especially for Lucifer's simper. So here is a quick story about the eldest. Before that, there is a major spoiler(?) for Obey Me! Nightbringer! In which lesson I didn't remember. This spoiler I referred to is the moment when Lucifer is about to kill Mc in 13's home. Enjoy and perish it, my fellow readers.

Another day, there is no trace of you. You are still not coming back from the past. How did the bros know? Their 'new' memories with you during the past keep appearing. Lucifer is devastated and hungry for your touch, but with his 'new' memories with you, he could feel at ease at least. You are fine. You have gained his trust. One night, like usual, the demon is overworking himself to death. In an attempt to distract himself from the bitter truth that you are gone to the past. Suddenly his mind created another 'new' memory of you in the past. Both of you are arguing. He does not like this at all. You have gained all of the family's trust. So why on earth did you and him argue? His eyes widened when you said, "Just like what you said in the reaper cave, I am not part of this family. I am just your mere attendant" and by that, you leave his study room. No. Wait, mc. You are wrong. You are part of this family. Don't leave mc. Lucifer cursed himself. Why did he not move from his spot and go after you? Why did he cross his arms and return to his seat? Lucifer started to yell at his past self to go after you. But his past self did not do so. The regretful feeling inside him told you that, you are not part of his family. It's beyond ridiculous. How he wished that he did not say something hurtful to you. He rose from his seat and on his way to your room, to assure that you are not alone in this house and part of his family. "Mc" The moment he twisted the doorknob and opened the door, the realization hit him again. You are still in the past. Looking at your empty room, makes his stomach churn with guilt and dread feeling. All he could do is praying that you will come back to him safely. A demon praying? Really funny to the avatar of pride himself. But for your safety, he could go to the celestial realm or even worst a demon could imagine.

137 notes · View notes

journey-to-the-attic · 11 months ago

Note

I've just discovered the pet zoo au and I.am.obsessed.

NO CUZ LIKE IMAGINE IK AND BELPHIE LISTENING TO "WHAT DOES THE FOX SAY" AND BELPHIE JUST STARTES MAKING FOX NOISES ON THAT PART.

Also for some reason I think beels "woof" would be like that one meme with the husky where the humans are trying to sush it and he just lets out the most definde 'woof' ever.

Another thing,what if they tried to write out their names??? Like Satan steps in int and tries to make multuple paw prints on a paper to draw out his name in a way (he fails)

Also, it's said that crows can learn some words...what if crow Mammon (due to being magic as well) manages to start saying a few words and even starts making full on sentences. Can just imagine him flying through the window and landing in front of Ik and her dad like "feed me mortals or perish" as a joke to freak them out BC 'omg a talking crow' AND THEY INSTEAD START SCREAMING THWIR BUTTS OFF WHILE MAMMON IS TRYING TO CALM THEM DOWN BUT IT ONLY TURNS WORSE.

On the talking crow Mammon topic,what if he tells Ik what the others want to tell her?? Like "Yeah Lucifer wants you to put more Britney Spears" or "Levi wants to watch you play this game" or "Asmo says you gotta go pet him"

(wanna hear more from you tho BC I like your hcs, they're funny and silly)

orders given, orders received (/j i've been wanting to talk more about this au too!!)

i love the idea of the brothers attempting to communicate their names,, i feel like lucifer and/or satan would come up with some really smart method of going about it (like laying out books or ripping up a newspaper and using the letters), but ik and her dad are just like 'ah, what silly animal antics' and clean up the mess without even noticing what they're trying to spell out

so at first they just all have nicknames-

lucifer: peter (as in Peter the Peacock)

mammon: car (crow goes "caw!", caw sounds like 'car', ergo, car)

levi: socks (on the first morning after they took the animals in, ik found him trying to hide inside one. it's also funny because usually you get cats or dogs named this)

satan: paddy (aunt lisa picked this one - as in st paddy, for his green eyes)

asmo: duchess (ik had a feeling he'd like it)

beel: boof (it's the noise he makes)

belphie: hu (from the chinese word for fox (zhao picked this one). sometimes it's extended to hu-hu)

at first, satan and asmo are the only ones who like their new nicknames, while everyone else is mostly neutral on theirs, apart from lucifer, who HATES his

however, he still responds to it, so really it's his fault that it sticks

eventually everyone warms up to their new nicknames, but they'd still like their new family to know their actual ones

i like the idea of mammon learning speech, so yes he'd be the one to eventually relay the message!

he hops around on ik's shoulder going "lucifer! lucifer! lucifer!", and ik thinks her crow friend is conducting a ritual up until she realises he keeps pointing his beak at peter the peacock

she does switch to their actual names once she learns them, but in her head she still tends to refer to them by their nicknames, and they still respond when she uses them aloud

mammon's language would be more fluent than a regular crow's, but i don't think he'd generally be able to string together full sentences

so it's more like a "hey! food!" when he's hungry, "kid? okay?" when he's concerned, "levi. bowl. broke!" when he's snitching

he can manage full sentences if he tries really hard, but he usually can't be bothered, so he saves them for when he's serious

for example, if ik were getting bullied, he would go full fluency mode to say "i'm gonna kill them for you"

the other brothers are mostly happy to just chill (particularly levi and belphie), but lucifer gets so restless with no work to do that he starts assigning himself random chores to occupy himself

for example he's decided it's his job to open all the curtains in the morning and close them at night

ik starts bringing home random worksheets from school and lucifer will just sit there staring at them (he doesn't have hands to write with so he just has to answer mentally)

levi has a little box by the window from which he can see the tv and also sunbathe

ik brings home a sheet of stickers so that he can pick some to decorate with

beel is SUCH a big dog that he would take up the whooole sofa or bed if he sat there, so usually he very politely sticks to the floor

but then they buy him a big blanket and he starts carrying it with him from room to room to rest on (belphie also steals it a lot)

everyone has their own little spots around the house where they usually stay, apart from mammon, who is nearly always found on ik's shoulder

if ik isn't home he will stand on zhao's head instead

satan nearly always sleeps on either ik or zhao's bed and at some point his habit extends to the others, so they start taking it in turns being 'guards' for both humans at night

lucifer pretends to be above it as if he DOESN'T trot himself right to rooms and stay there the whole night as soon as it's his turn

whenever ik's stressed out from school she comes home and just plonks herself on beel

he's such a big dog that he barely even feels it so he's perfectly happy to be a big fluffy pillow

levi spends most of his time in his box but he'll also be quite happy to go around the house draped around ik's neck and listening to her narrate her whole day to him

sometimes ik brings asmo ribbons and such and he gets so excited that he does that jumpy twisty thing rabbits do (i think it's called binkying?)

asmo and satan both get the zoomies but satan's always so embarrassed about it afterwards, while asmo simply owns the energy and then flops over for pats afterwards

belphie's normally very quiet and docile but occasionally he'll just SCREAM and it scares everyone in the house

#answering asks #anon asks #pet zoo au #jtta aus #i'm thinking about how this was proposed as a post-fall sort of nightbringer au....#there's so much potential in translating the brothers' nightbringer development in this au #but aside from the drama i think getting to be animals just chilling with these two nice humans would be a form of therapy in and of itself #since satan's still newborn here maybe his love for cats in this au comes from having been one during this situation #that reminds me though... eventually they'll have to fix this #diavolo and barbatos figure out where the brothers have ended up and arrive to bring them to the devildom as they were meant to go #so they're trying to secretly sneak them out to turn them back to normal and stuff #but it turns into kid's movie slapstick as ik and her dad assume they're Nefarious Animal Control Guys attempting kidnap #and the brothers aren't really making it much easier because... they kinda want to stay here now #but eventually they will have to go and oh no now i've made myself sad thinking about it

29 notes · View notes

gracelyngrausamkeit · 10 months ago

Text

So yeah, I started another TTRPG campaign with my friends on New Year's eve. This one will be (somewhat) alt-history-themed and will feature a lot of characters and events inspired by real-life counterparts.

The main premise is that the players will be Ottoman Empire janissaries during the wars with the Habsburgs. In addition to magic, there will be some DRAMATIC deviations from real-life history as in this timeline the "Unholy Reman Anarchy" has been overtaken by preachers of inhuman ideologies.

Since the main world for most of my projects humanizes the divine, I wanted to take a wholly different approach. Instead of humanizing the gods, in this new setting, I am planning to depict them as mostly unfriendly eldritch entities that can never be fully understood.

For session zero, I had the players play as pre-made characters who were fighting on the other side. The events in session zero took place 15-ish years before the main game and set up much of the main mysteries.

So, these four images represent, as follows:

Upper left: Wolfgang, leader of the First Violins, a Western European mercenary group that ended up getting destroyed during the Siege of Vienna. He was de facto the tutorial mentor for the players, introducing them to this new world.

Upper right: Maximillian, one of the warlords of the wild lands of the Unholy Reman Anarchy perished because of a Frankish betrayal in an incident that traumatized his young son, Otto.

Bottom left: Urban, preacher of Lucifer, a malicious light-themed deity said to have descended to earth and forced the Unholy Reman Anarchy to worship it a few decades ago. Urban has divested himself of all of his sensory organs in order to remain unwavering in his faith.

Bottom right: The Siege of Vienna also led to the demise of Yildirim's father, the sultan. As a result, she was forced to fight with her siblings to the death in order to succeed her father.

#art #fantasy #illustration #artists on tumblr #sketch #digital art #digital sketch #edgy art #dnd illustration #dnd character art #dnd npc #character design

33 notes · View notes

trashyreptilian · 2 years ago

Text

-The very first alternate-

"… I always had my suspicions on him… But back then I didn't have much of a reason for it. Perhaps I was just paranoid? That's what I told myself at least…"

"You know no one could have predicted it to happen…"

"Argh- I know that but-… I NEVER thought he'd go that far… You remember how it all suddenly happened? All six of us, combined, were barely enough to push him away."

"…"

"… We could have lost. You realize that, right? Everything that our Father had built here for us, all gone…"

"You can't let that day haunt you for the rest of eternity, we won. We're still here."

"It didn't come without cost… Gabriel didn't deserve to perish the way he did… I could have done something to prevent it all. No lives would have been lost if I had just-…"

"… We all miss him… There are many who are still grieving…"

"It may be so but… I have no idea how YOU in particular, can keep putting up a smile everyday at work… How did you… Move on?"

"Who ever said I moved on?"

"It awfully seems like it… Especially when you try to redeem the very same creatures made by Lucifer himself… I don't understand how you can tolerate any of them. They're all similar to that bastard, one way or another…"

"Don't start with this again… We always reach the same conclusion. Neither of us are going to change our stances… So perhaps spare me your stubborn attitude for today at least? I came here to listen, not to argue… I can leave anytime."

"… *sigh* I'm sorry… Please stay."

#tonight i bring art and some dialogue between two characters #it's meant to be a bit out of context but still related to alt gabriel #in a way hehe #my au alt gabriel's design took a fucking eternity #i'm finally free ashdhs #best friend au #alternate universe #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #alternate gabriel #my art

315 notes · View notes

radioisntdead · 2 months ago

Text

Hazbin characters + readers as things my friends and I have said 3

I am waiting on my mom to finish getting ready so we can have a family day, in the meantime y'all get these!

Velvette posting a picture on her social media: I have no idea why my hand looks Ai generated.

.....

Niffty: I just woke up from an unwilling nap, and the mosquitos want my blood.

....

Charlie: I just bit into the DRYEST oatmeal cookie ever

Plant reader probably: Eww

Charlie: it looked so promising too! The middle is kinda moist

Plant reader: Yuck!

Charlie: That's better then dryer then the DESERT!

.....

Angel dust sending the reader a sinstagram reel about their taste in men:

Reader: Side eyeing your taste in men while you side eye my taste in the singular deer man

....

Reader RUNNING pass Vaggie and Charlie:

Vaggie: what are you doing??

Reader: running away from him 'gestures to Alastor BOOKING it behind them'

....

Lute: I love Adam.

Clown exorcist reader: The dead one?

....

Reader holding Vox's head for some reason: I LOVE THIS LITTLE COMPUTER

.....

Clown reader: I unfortunately did not win the clown giveaway.

....

Lucifer: YOUR KNEES WILL PERISH

Alastor: only if you can reach them.

Lucifer: HOW SHORT DO YOU THINK I AM?!?

Alastor: Shorter then me

Lucifer: I WILL CRAWL UP YOUR BACK AND SNAP YOUR NECK.

[sidenote the original was "only if you can reach them short stuff" but I don't think Alastor would say short stuff, also to my friend who follows my blog, yes this is from our text conversations, my threat is still valid btw!]

.....

Angel dust trying to lure the reader out from under the bed: Pspspsps you like dinos?

Child Reader: I like dinos.

....

Vaggie: Hey if there's ghost marriages there can be ghost divorces

....

Reader: I fear this man would be the type to barely put on pants

Sir Pentious suddenly back in his era: A HARLOT!

Sir Pentious: Ssorry

...

Alastor at an overlord meeting I guess??: How do I bribe [Name] into wearing their hearing aids?

Vox: Tell them you wanna gossip, And when they lean in to hear, say nothing but move your mouth

Alastor: My [name] is hard of hearing, not stupid.

[side note this was a conversation about my mom not wearing her hearing aids, THE AUDACITY OF THIS GUY.]

....

Angel dust holding the baby doll child reader just gave him: I have been given a baby.

....

Reader pointing at husk: I misgendered the cat, it's a he.

....

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you

18 notes · View notes

verses-of-the-dark-mother · 6 days ago

Text

To Lilith, he [Jehovah] said, "Thou has tasted the Wine of Immortality, so though shalt never die, but endure evermore, until the closing of the eyes of the Ancient One, even as do I, and though shalt perish at that time. And because thou hast spurned my love, thou shalt love none other, though thou might strive to do so. And they womb shall overflow with children, but they shall love thee not, nor be a part of thee. And thine eyes shall see at night, but be blinded by the day. And thy skin shalt crack in the sun of they false love Lucifer, and heal under the moon only. Thou has become a Shining One, but they light shall shine only by night."

- The Genesis Fragment; The Wraith of the Lord of the Garden, and his Sevenfold Curses. P.49 Revelations of the Dark Mother, Vampire the Masquerade

#revelations of the dark mother #vtm #vampire the masquerade #Lilith #Bahari #Jehovah #Adam #Eve #Lucifer #Immortality #Love #The Dark Mother #night walking #the shining ones

6 notes · View notes

tonydaddingham · 1 year ago

Note

Absolute crack notes from the Book of Enoch (Metatron) but the 'Aziraphale was meant to fall' theory and how AWCW might tie into that invokes it for me. With all the discussions about scapegoats and how Aziraphale is responsible for introducing War to humans. Christianity normally holds that the Fall happened long before humans were created, but Enoch presents a different origin for fallen angels and the sins of man: the "fallen angel" Azazel (a name you might recognize from the two goats story in Leviticus) is said to be blamed for all evil in the world, because he teaches mankind how to make weapons and instructs them in the arts of warfare and magic. Man wasn't capable of sinning before Azazel and his cohorts taught them wickedness. As punishment for this, God sends the Archangel Raphael to bind Azazel and imprison him until the Day of Judgement, upon which he'll be cast into a "lake of fire". This definitely means nothing but also it's really funny to me.

on the contrary i think it means a heck of a lot, anon!!!✨ the scapegoat story is literally like a chicken on a spinning rotisserie in my brain 24/7, im so sure that it is going to play some kind of part in explaining aziraphale and crowley's background.

i have read leviticus 16 so many times and still no clearer on azazel, because i think (?) it has been interpreted in so many ways, but the main ones ive gleaned are either:

meaning the literal place where the scapegoat was sent to wander, which is more in-keeping with the original passage from leviticus itself, or

meaning it was for the fallen angel azazel, as seen in book of enoch?

so if we look to the second option in apochrypha, book of daniel makes reference to the watchers as a particular type of angel. enoch goes on to describe that there were good and bad watchers. azazel as a fallen angel taught warfare to the humans, and enoch includes them as one of the 20 bad watcher leaders (along with kokabiel and baraqiel, interestingly), and also according to enoch, as you say, bound azazel and cast him into the desert:

10:4: And again the Lord said to Raphael: 'Bind Azâzêl hand and foot, and cast him into the darkness: and make an opening in the desert, which is in Dûdâêl, and cast him therein.

5: And place upon him rough and jagged rocks, and cover him with darkness, and let him abide there for ever, and cover his face that he may not see light.

6: And on the day of the great judgement he shall be cast into the fire.

7: And heal the earth which the angels have corrupted, and proclaim the healing of the earth, that they may heal the plague, and that all the children of men may not perish through all the secret things that the Watchers have disclosed and have taught their sons.

8: And the whole earth has been corrupted through the works that were taught by Azâzêl: to him ascribe all sin.

and here we cycle back round to the scapegoat again. now, whether or not this literally happens in GO is up for speculation, but i personally think it's unlikely. that being said, i think something similar could happen. let's somewhat hc this:

aziraphale tells AWCW about the plans for the stars, makes crowley start asking questions

aziraphale cautions against it, but AWCW plows on anyway the moron (affectionate) - but symbolically protects aziraphale from repercussions as shown by him shielding him from the shooting stars (thanks again to 🌙anon for this!!!)

AWCW is spurred on by lucifer et al., and is implicated in the more nefarious rhetoric being spouted by satan

aziraphale is similarly brought into this, insomuch that perhaps AWCW refuses to say who started to make him ask questions and thus protects aziraphale OR aziraphale is in fact implicated for his own part but not as harshly - instead, AWCW is punished heavily and can't quite protect aziraphale despite best efforts

(this would also echo two things - the potential "aziraphale was/is/will be raphael" theory, and the verse in enoch 10:4 that he was the one to 'cast AWCW out')

the fall, and potential memory wipe of it?

aziraphale is 'punished' for his own part by being assigned to eden, cast out somewhat from heaven, but not made to suffer the fall (harking back, for me, to aziraphale being the goat that is cast into the wilderness as described in leviticus - not AWCW who was offered up as the goat for god; both goats forming the complete sacrificial offering although only one is killed)

aziraphale inadvertently introduces the concept of war and destruction to humanity in giving away the sword, which crowley seems to applaud/be impressed by

yada yada GO narrative, right up until aziraphale returning to heaven (which then would echo the islamic call that azazel in fact repented, and was returned to heaven - 🌙anon may correct me?)

and when the day of judgement finally happens presumably in s3... aziraphale is given the ultimatum to cast crowley "into fire", in order to rid humanity of all the sin on earth (looking to enoch 10:7-8 here)?

lastly, going back to the whole aziraphale-and-crowley-were-meant-to-be-the-same-person-originally thing... what if they symbolically were in fact just that? both azazel and raphael, and neither of them also, maybe not literally the same angel split in two, but literally mirrors of each other in their narrative?

there are so many loopholes and missing detail in this, i know - and it probably doesn't make a lick of sense, to boot - but this possibility is so exciting for me!!!✨

#god i really will just theorise about anything now wont i #either that or i have a killer brain for coming up with fic prompts #good omens #ask #the fall/the great war spec #pre-fall aziraphale spec #AWCW spec #metatron spec #scapegoat theory #raphael spec

17 notes · View notes

obsessedwithlute · 7 months ago

Text

All That I'd Got ~ Lute x OC Fic *Chapter One*

@oneoftheeggs

"Heaven is just as fucked up as Hell is. Maybe even more so."

Adam took in a little girl and raised her to be his weapon. But something clearly went wrong when she fell in love with the Exorcist. So what to do besides banish her to hell? Clearly, he underestimated her, because she somehow manages to survive being Angel Dust's roommate.... And now she's out for revenge.

He was late. Why the hell was he late? Elorie had followed him for a week, memorized his schedule, enlisted a fucking hacker to gain access to his calendar.

And yet the one day her existence depended on his showing up, Angel Dust couldn’t be bothered to arrive at the bar. Such was her luck. The bartender stormed over to Elorie’s table and demanded to know why she hadn’t bought a drink.

Elorie decided not to mention she’d never consumed alcohol and ordered something random. She took a few sips of the drink while staring at the decrepit door. It tasted like shit.

Suddenly, the door slammed open and the very pink-clad spider demon she had been looking for stormed inside. Not one to wait around, Elorie made her way across the bar towards Angel Dust and clapped her hand on his shoulder.

The sinner spun around and stared at her. “What?” he demanded. “It’s my night off, so you can wait until tomorrow.”

“Not interested,” Elorie said. “Trust me, I picked your night off for a reason. We need to talk, free of distractions.”

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” the pornstar asked.

“No,” Elorie told him. “I’m just someone who needs your help.”

“This is hell, toots,” Angel told her. “No one helps anyone here.”

“Believe me, I’m painfully aware,” Elorie said. “But still, I’m asking for your help. Because what do I have to lose?”

“How am I supposed to know?” Angel Dust asked, winking.

“I suppose this is the part where I tell you my whole backstory and repent for all my sins?” she asked, tilting her head to one side.

“What…”

Shit. This is hell. Remember that, you idiot.

“Okay, so because you obviously can’t take anything other than a straight statement, I will simply give you one. I want to live in your apartment. I will pay half the rent. I will not be leaving except for when I want to and when we’re out of food.”

“Straight?” Angel laughed. “Perish the thought.”

“Yes or no? I don’t have all day,” Elorie hissed.

“Elorie, we’re dead. Neither of us need food.” “First of all, I like food. Second of all, why do you care? Third of all, give me a fucking answer.”

Angel Dust slouched into a chair. “Why don’t you answer a question of my own first?” Elorie towered above him, glaring. “And that question would be…?”

“Why do you want to stay at my apartment?”

“Uh, I need a roof over my head. I’m virtually broke but somehow Lucifer still implements fucking rent fees. And you’re my ideal roommate.”

“How the hell am I your ‘ideal roommate’?” Angel demanded.

“You like pink, you won’t be around a lot and you’re only ninety-eight percent an asshole,” Elorie said primly.

“Most people would consider that to be a high asshole percentage,” the spider demon said, batting his eyelashes.

“Well, it’s your lucky day, because I don’t!” Elorie announced. She stared at him. “Think of the extra alcohol you can buy with that money that won’t have to go to rent…” She waved her hand in front of his face like a crystal.

Angel smirked. “Well, who am I to say no to alcohol? Ground rules are feed Fat Nuggets when he asks and no asking questions.”

“Who or what is a Fat Nug-”

Angel Dust waved his finger. “Uh-uh-uh. I said no questions.” Elorie rolled her eyes.

c. 100 years previously

Elorie stomped her foot on the arrow buried in the ground. She let out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a groan. She’d been trying for weeks to find a weapon she could actually fight with, but to no avail.

The arrow cracked in half and Elorie bent down to pick it up and throw it away. A few tears pricked her eyes, but she brushed them away quickly. “Crying won’t make you stop sucking,” she whispered to herself.

Elorie disposed of the arrow and stormed back to the training grounds, struggling to lift up a sword that was too heavy for her, but just maybe if she could wield it, it would show them just how strong she was!

Strong enough to be an Exterminator, to be worthy, to be noticed.

Elorie’s wings tensed as she dragged the blade over to a dummy target and swung as hard as she could at it.

She collapsed to the ground, out of breath.

“Wow,” someone said from above her. “Who the hell thought it was a good idea to have a little kid at the training area?”

Elorie looked up and wrinkled her nose when she saw who it was. “Lute,” she hissed. “You’re barely three years older than me. We’re both just little kids. But I need to practice so I can get better.”

“Mm-hm, and how’s that working out for you?” The angel rolled her eyes. “You can’t fight with that thing. I doubt that even I could.” “You’re not that good,” Elorie protested. “And besides, we both Adam would make me an Exorcist sooner than he would you.”

“I’m better than you. And I always will be. Just because you’re Adam’s sister doesn’t mean that you’re better than me. When has he ever played favorites with you?”

Elorie racked her brain for one time, coming up empty. “Well- well-” she sputtered- “If you’re so good, why don’t you teach me?!” Lute laughed. “Yeah, no. I’ve got better things to do with my time.” She paused, something strange flickering across her face. Then she sighed and searched in her pocket for something, removing a glittering, sharp javelin. She threw it in front of Elorie. “Here. Just… take it. Pretend you’re stabbing me or something.”

Then she raised her wings to the air and left.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin lute #hazbin oc #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin fanfic #hazbin hotel fanfiction #listen in my mind lute is gay and secretly on hell's side alright #hazbin hotel angel #hazbin angel dust #angel dust hazbin hotel #first time writing rivals to lovers so please excuse my shit #also if anyone recognizes the reference in the title please tell me i will be overjoyed

6 notes · View notes