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stolen from an anti — proship please interact

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Emily doing this to Lucifer while he’s passed out on the couch at the hotel, or vice versa

Modern art

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Finally finished my first batch of doodles for my new otp~

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The Other’s Choice • Pt. 1

Credit to @winterxisxcomingx for the beautiful banner ♡︎

SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL ~ Read ahead at your own risk!

Faced with the harsh reality of Heaven’s steadfast opposition, the angel of joy is forced to make a drastic decision with gruesome consequences, but luckily she isn’t alone for long.

WARNINGS: Abrahamic imagery (obviously), pseudocest, assault, extreme heights, hunger

Part I • Part II • Part III

An eternity seemed to have passed since Emily had taken the irreversible dive from Heaven and begun her journey through Purgatory before finally manifesting in Hell’s scarlet sky. And yet there was such a long distance left between her and the ground that she still couldn’t make out a single thing happening down below. Her stomach was achingly empty—how many days had it been? It was impossible to know without the light of the sun to let her.

Her windswept hair obscuring her vision as she fell, she reflected on the moments leading up to this. They’d done it! Now even Sera couldn’t deny the reality proven by the unrelenting efforts of the Hazbin Hotel. Yet to Emily’s fury, the old hag was still too stubborn to allow word of it to get out even among the archangels.

The newly redeemed sinner, whose name she’d learnt was Sir Pentious, had appeared suddenly in Chastity Palace, somehow becoming the first human soul in history to bypass Saint Peter and the pearly gates. While the senior seraph didn’t take well to his arrival, the younger was over the moon, wasting no time befriending him and giving him the grand tour of his new, and rightful, home above the clouds. The conversations she’d shared with him were not only groundbreaking but deeply upsetting. The upsetting part, however, wasn’t the story of his noble sacrifice nor was it Adam’s brutal and shameless acts of fascism, but the fact that she couldn’t share any of it with the rest of Heaven.

Faced with this, she’d done the only other thing she could have. If there was no way for her to serve the sinners’ worthy cause in Heaven, she would simply have to leave. And so she would, but first, she’d penned a note to her elder.

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“I hereby vow never to return until the right changes have been made. This is not my choice, it is my duty. Thank you for protecting me, Sera. Goodbye.”

She’d never been so cold and blunt to anyone in all her aeons of life; it had destroyed her to write it, but soon regret would serve no purpose to her anymore. With a deep breath, she steadied herself and stepped with resolve toward the edge of the rainbow bridge. She closed her eyes.

Out of nowhere, all the world came to a screeching halt, the jarring loss of momentum causing her heart to nearly leap out her throat.

“I got ya.’”

A few seconds earlier, Lucifer had looked up through the glass walls of his new suite at the hotel just in time to see what could only be likened to a falling star.

Without thinking, he’d bolted into action, racing to catch the little one right as she’d started to descend past the city skyline. She could’ve been shish-kebabbed by the spire of a skyscraper if he’d taken any longer to spot her.

His heart was pounding after his miles-long sprint through the air. “You alright?”

Emily ogled up at her saviour with wide eyes, failing to realise he’d asked her a question for a good several seconds. “Y-Yes. Uh…thank you.” He didn’t look much like a demon, dressed in white from top to bottom with strawberry blond hair and a warm red gaze. If she didn’t know better, she would think this gleaming, six-winged stranger was a seraph like herself.

“You’ve fallen,” he inferred with frantic eyes and a heavy heart. “What happened?”

But her attention was already fixated elsewhere. As the angel of joy, she possessed a divine gift that let her feel the emotions of others as if they were her own. Down below, there were people on the streets, and every last one of them was miserable. It was so much worse than she could’ve imagined. There truly wasn’t an ounce of joy to be found here. She watched as one of the wretched souls was violently defiled by another before her eyes, their cries of terror ringing in her ears clear as day. The latter’s hand clenched around the former’s neck, and suddenly she couldn’t get a breath in, a scream trapped in her throat as she could do nothing but watch. She felt sick.

Lucifer sensed her rising panic and held her closer. “Hey, look at me, you’re okay,” he urged, cradling the poor, lost princess in one arm while cupping her colourless face in his free hand. She met his gaze, her own filled with the all-consuming fear she’d had the privilege of never knowing until now. She looked like a deer in the headlights, her expression like an arrow straight to his once broken and unfeeling heart. “C’mon. Let’s get you inside where it’s safe.”

Her frail arms clung to him with a vicelike grip as she nodded and tearfully hid her face in his shoulder. At once, he set his sights on Pride Castle and took off soaring.

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they’re playing Professor Layton VS Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney (2012)

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Icon I made for my brand new fallen!Emily ask blog!! @heavensfallenprincess Go give it some love ♥︎♡︎♥︎♡︎

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The Dove and the Swan Take Flight • pt. 2

Credit to @winterxisxcomingx for the beautiful banner ♡︎

SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL ~ Read ahead at your own risk!

After centuries spent distancing himself from his people and letting affairs of state fall into neglect, Lucifer decides it’s high time to get reacquainted with his would-be fair kingdom and brings Emily along for a grand tour of the Pride Ring.

WARNINGS: Abrahamic imagery (obviously), corporatism, body dysphoria, I wouldn’t exactly condone telling shady strangers where you’ll be going in the near future

Part I • Part II • Part III

“I’ve been thinking…” Emily broke the silence. She and her host had been enjoying their breakfast so thoroughly that they hadn’t noticed when the conversation had dwindled to a halt.

Lucifer had a mouth full of sugary carbs and fresh fruit as he answered, “Hm?”

“We’re going to Sinsoplex today, right?”

“We are indeed!” he proclaimed. “I wanted to give you a taste of what mainstream city life is like down here. That, plus our excursion to Cannibal Town made me realise we stick out like a sore thumb in public.” He tilted his head with an awkward glance toward his hat and coat, which were draped over the unoccupied chair beside him, and she giggled. “That’s why we’re hitting the boutiques first and foremost, as clearly I don’t have the first clue about today’s trends and the like.”

“That’s perfect!” Her eyes lit up with excitement, making his heart flutter. “Because I’ve been thinking, I know I just got my hair cut at the barber’s, and I love it! But the thing is, now that’s made me wanna change it even more,” she confessed, as if simply wishing to alter her appearance was a sin.

“I see no reason why we couldn’t do that on the same trip,” he offered right off the bat without question. “There’s bound to be a few sinners in the beauty industry who could help us on both fronts.”

“Well, yeah, but do you really think we’ll find someone willing to do all that for us on such short notice?”

“Naturally. I’m Lucifer Goddamn Morningstar; who could possibly refuse?” he chuckled. Being the supreme ruler of Hell had all the perks one would expect, which he could surely stand to take advantage of more often, he pondered. Emily, however, was of the mind to disagree, but she didn’t dare correct him when he’d been showing her such endless generosity ever since her fall. As long as he paid their stylist what they demanded in return for their services—which he obviously had the means to—she supposed it didn’t matter.

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“Right, let me just get this straight.” The youngest of the so-called Vees was hardly giving them half of her attention as she played around giving herself different flashy manicures with a flick of her wrist. “So the pair of you just poof into my studio out of nowhere, then order me personally to give you each the full Transformakeover service right this fucking second with no appointment?”

Emily felt a stab of shame at the sarcastic accusation, causing her to shrink back into Lucifer’s side. Before she could say anything, though, he waved his cane and conjured a pile of cash taller than a fridge between them and the overlord. “I take it that should work for you.”

Velvette’s eyebrows shot up toward the top of the stack. “Yeah, no, tha-that’ll do.”

“That’s what I thought,” he smirked.

The first order of business, as apparently per their stylist’s standard practice, was hair. She took Emily aside and sat her down in front of an oversized mirror in a frame of uncomfortably bright LEDs, then had a stylist on standby sit the king in the chair next to hers. “I’ve gotta say, darling, you’re in desperate need of some layers,” she noted, running a comb through the lilac tresses. “A new colour wouldn’t hurt neither. Any requests?”

“Uhh…” Out of habit, she cast a lost glance over at Lucifer. It took him a couple of seconds to notice, but when he did, she whisper-yelled to him, “What colour should I get my hair dyed?”

He raised an eyebrow. “What are you asking me for? It’s your hair, sunshine,” he smiled tightly. “I shouldn’t need to tell you by now that I think any colour would look great on you.”

“Oh. Okay…” Her gaze meandered back to her reflection. She’d never had her hair dyed before, and she’d never had much of a say when it came to styles either. Velvette was getting restless as she waited for an answer, which had Emily chewing on the inside of her cheek.

“Here, how ’bout something like this?” Lucifer stood up to show her a picture on his phone. “That Angel Dust fellow sent it to me the other day saying he thought it would suit you. Now, why he didn’t just send it to you directly, I have no clue.” The image showed a sinner from behind. They had shoulder-length hair with feathery layers and a balayage going from dark roots to a warm vanilla blonde at the crown, then into a blinding platinum for the better part of the length. Emily’s brows rose and her lips formed a lowercase ‘o,’ telling him she at least wasn’t averse to the sight of it.

Velvette scoffed. “Are you joking? That’s, like—” Her words caught in her throat when she spotted Morningstar shooting a glowing red glare her way through the mirror. “I mean—y-yeah, if that’s what you want. Seems easy enough.”

She promptly got up, wasting no time walking Emily over to one of the sinks for a wash. The little angel floated along without a care in the world while the other two trailed behind. Having heard that it would be ‘easy enough,’ she was surprised to find out the dyeing process was a lot more complicated than she was imagining. Lucifer was already in the middle of getting his blow-dried by the time she got back from her rinse.

“Good god, where’d you get this cut, Cannibal Town?” cringed Velvette as she got started on the trimming process.

“Yeah, actually!” Emily was anything but oblivious to the disgust in her tone, but she’d already decided to ignore it. “Lucifer’s taking me on a tour around Pentagram City, and that was the first place we visited. Today it’s the commercial district!”

“You don’t say?”

“Mhm! I went to get my hair done at the barber shop, and they had a singing quartet in the shop! It was so cool!”

“So where you off to next, then?”

“Uhm…” The abrupt change of subject caught her a little off guard. “Well, I forget what her name was, but she’s an overlord like you, and I feel like her first and last initials were the same. We’re going to visit her. Either that or we’re visiting someone named…oh, fudge. Did it start with a ‘Z?’ I think it started with a ‘Z…’ Sorry, I can’t remember. It was one of the two—or both, maybe. I dunno.”

“Was it Zestial Morde and Carmilla Carmine, perhaps?”

“Yes, that’s it! Oh my gosh, thank you. That was driving me crazy!” she giggled at herself. “So does that mean you know them?”

Not much time had passed before they were interrupted by Lucifer’s hairdresser, spinning him around in his chair to show her work to her boss.

Lucifer himself was looking none too pleased. His forelocks messy and unkempt, the devil was now sporting something called an undercut. The roguish diva had tried to have it dyed—he’d vehemently put his foot down at the very first mention of the idea. But even though he didn’t care much for the end result himself, when he saw Emily clapping for him and flashing him a double thumbs-up with an open-mouthed smile, he couldn’t help but smile back.

“She’ll be done in a minute,” Velvette dismissed him after reluctantly approving the work of her tired-looking employee.

Once the trimming and styling steps had been wrapped up, she sprung up from her seat and made a beeline toward the waiting area where he was sat. “So? How do I look?”

“Lovely!” he grinned from ear to ear. “Wow, uh… This might sound a bit strange, but you look just like Charlie. It’s like you two could be sisters,” he chortled.

“Really?! Haha! I wonder if she’ll think the same when she sees it.”

With their hair done, it was onto the retail stage of the trademarked Transformakovers.

“So what kind of look are you thinking for me?” asked Emily as they were led into the overlord’s walk-in closet, which was really more of a gallery. “Woah…!”

Her eyes popped and her mouth hung open as she ogled her surroundings. There were garments of all different colours and materials and personalities she couldn’t even label, the racks on every wall going all the way up to the vaulted ceiling. She’d had no idea how vast the world of fashion really was until she’d stepped inside.

“Velvette, this is amazing!” she squealed, forgetting that she was supposed to be hiding her wings as she darted from rack to rack. Lucifer smiled quietly at her unabashed excitement. “Did you design all of these? Ahh, look at those shoes! And that top! Oh my gosh, how do you ever decide what to wear?!”

Velvette’s curt body language contradicted how flattered she actually was. “It’s not hard, really. I mean, I wouldn’t touch half the shit in here, but that’s just me.”

“What?! Really?” She fluttered back down to the floor, shocked and a little crestfallen. “You mean you don’t like this stuff?”

“No, it-it’s—well, yeah, most of it’s…fine, I guess.” This reaction had Emily crossing her arms at the emotions she was detecting now: mainly flattery, but also a hint of vulnerability and… Was that guilt? Before she could figure it out, it vanished, both from her senses and her memory. With a snap of her fingers, Velvette summoned a rack on wheels full of clothes and accessories ranging from ostentatious to understated beside her. “Here’s what I’m thinking for you two.”

Emily wasted no time getting a closer look, the hooks of the hangers screeching against the metal rod as she flipped through them. Upon observation, the rack seemed to be divided in half, each side containing the makings of a whole outfit plus a few alternate options for certain parts.

“I’m guessing that’s her side and this is mine?” Lucifer inferred as he side-eyed the white tennies on his end with reflective toes and ludicrously chunky tread.

“Ooh…” Emily grimaced as she took a strikingly short mini skirt off the rack and held it up to her hips. It was covered in a loud print of candies and desserts atop a sweet pastel pink. “Oh gosh, it’s even shorter than I thought,” she laughed crookedly.

“Absolutely not!” Her chaperone, livid, snatched it out of her hands practically in the middle of her sentence. He shot daggers at the diva, which seemed to bounce right off of her.

“Oy, calm your tits, Your Holiness,” she jeered, “I’ve got it covered.” Then she reached between them for Emily’s half of the rack and removed from it a pair of fuzzy, black, thigh-high leg warmers. To Lucifer’s dismay, the model looked pleased as punch when she saw them, leaving him no choice but to give her his begrudging approval.

Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Velvette positioning her fingers for a snap. He raised his cane and froze them with his own magic just in time.

“Nope! No, nuh-uh,” he chuckled despite the severe crease festering between his brows. “We can get changed by ourselves, thank you. If you’ll just point us in the direction of your changing stalls.”

Though she just had to give him attitude in the form of a bratty shrug, she complied. Lucifer was the first to emerge from his stall, and Emily appeared a short while later, the two of them decked from head to toe in their shiny new drip.

“Tada~!” She gave a dainty little twirl. “What do you think?”

He and Velvette looked her up and down as she greedily soaked up their attention. She had on the skirt and leg warmers from before, and under the latter were a pair of black platforms with reflective toes that matched those on Lucifer’s shoes. For the upper half, she wore a sunny yellow crop top under a white zip-up hoodie. Her hair was tied back in a mid-low ponytail, and her collarbone was adorned with a colourful pastel necklace with beads of all different shapes and sizes, which looked almost edible.

When she asked for his thoughts, Lucifer had all sorts of adjectives going through his head, but none which he dared say out loud while they weren’t alone. He cleared his throat. “Well…” Maybe her special empathicism would be enough to let her know he didn’t entirely dislike it.

Meanwhile there he was, his own outfit perfectly on theme with hers, and yet he felt like an absolute buffoon wearing it. From the top down, he had on a plain white tee with an alarmingly deep V-neck, which was tucked into a pair of bulky, high-waisted, greyish magenta cargo pants. Overtop of that was a black baseball jacket with glaring yellow trim and a meaningless monogram.

“You’ll want a mask, too,” Velvette added, making the accessory appear directly over his nose and mouth with a snap. “To cover up those little red spots on your cheeks.”

He caught Emily cracking an amused grin, causing his ears to fume with the heat of rushing blood. Pulling the mask down to his chin, he huffed, “Not sure I’d be super comfortable going out in public dressed like this.” He didn’t bother trying to hide his scowl, peering down his neckline at his pale self. “Don’t you have anything a bit more, erm…normal?”

“Nah.” Velvette stood firm in her selection. “You told me disguises—what’s the point of a disguise if it doesn’t make you look like someone you’re not?”

He grumbled, “Right you are.”

“Hey, at least we match!” Emily chirped and grabbed both his hands with a bounce in her posture. “That’s a pro, isn’t it?”

He couldn’t help letting out a nasal chuckle at her enthusiastic attempt to find a silver lining for him. “That’s true, I suppose.”

She checked her phone and noticed it was only a few minutes past midday. They still had a whole afternoon of fun ahead of them! “Oh, we should probably get going,” she said, to which Lucifer nodded in stoic agreement. “Thanks so much for everything, Velvette, this has been so much fun!” she beamed. “I’m so glad I got to meet you!” Velvette replied with a charismatic grin and nothing more. As she showed them the exit, one turned and waved goodbye while the other offered half a smile over his shoulder before the door closed behind them.

Velvette waited until both their backs were turned, then dropped her hand and pulled out her phone. The screen buzzed with static and the speaker crackled before the face of the one receiving her call appeared. “Yeah? What?”

She grinned. “Vox, you are never gonna believe who just showed up at the studio.”

The two fallen seraphim were making their way on foot to their next destination of the day: some sort of music festival supposedly happening on the roof of the massive skyscraper nextdoor. The younger of the two was bursting at the seams with excitement, but the older had only agreed to it because Charlie had vouched for its security.

“You know, it honestly does suit you,” blurted Emily.

Lucifer scoffed and gave her a raise of his brow. “Seriously?”

“Seriously! Believe me, I may be the angel of joy, but I’d never say something I didn’t mean just to make someone feel better.”

This earned her a hearty laugh as they strolled across the skybridge connecting the two halves of the sprawling complex. “Well, thanks, but even if you think it looks okay, I still can’t say I see the appeal.”

“Ah, well… That’s okay.” She gave his hand a squeeze. “It’s just for today. When we get home, I can start sketching out some ideas for a new outfit you’ll definitely like.”

He almost stopped in his tracks when he heard that. “Wait, you’re gonna make me a brand new, Emily-original outfit?” he gawked. “From scratch?”

“Absolutely! Seeing that walk-in closet gave me an inspiration overload. I can’t wait to get started! In fact—I don’t think I will.” Concentrating all her attention, she held out her free hand and expertly manifested a fresh drawing pad along with a pencil wrapped in hot pink.

“Oh, nicely done!” applauded her doting guardian. “Looks like my lessons have been paying off, huh?” But when he looked over again, she was already deeply engrossed in her sketching, the pad of paper fixed in mid air a foot or so away from her while they walked. He tightened his hold on her hand and turned his gaze straight ahead, his fond smile hidden beneath the black face mask.

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Ooooo this is open again!! Ok how bout him? (He doesn’t get out much) and/or both of them cuz the girlie is me <3

I keep seeing my friends doing this so...

Reblog with one of your F/Os and I'll give them a scenery or situation to be in!

Example: I could see Charlie hanging out at an arcade until the late hours of the night!

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The Dove and the Swan Take Flight • pt. 1

Credit to @winterxisxcomingx for the beautiful banner ♡︎

SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL ~ Read ahead at your own risk!

After centuries spent distancing himself from his people and letting affairs of state fall into neglect, Lucifer decides it’s high time to get reacquainted with his would-be fair kingdom and brings Emily along for a grand tour of the Pride Ring.

WARNINGS: Abrahamic imagery (obviously), cannibalism, depression, PTSD, classism

Part I • Part II • Part III

“Miss Rosie, wasn’t it? Good to finally make your acquaintance!” Lucifer greeted the cannibal overlord with performative grandiosity as he and Emily entered her parlour.

“Ah! Lucifer, Your Majesty! Oh my stars.” Rosie perked up and greeted him back with a curtsy and a razor-sharp toothy grin. “I thought I recognised you from when I saw you on the news the other day. Good to meet ya’!” His stomach did a somersault as she came out from behind her counter and shook him by the hand. “So, to what do I owe such an unexpected honour?”

As his angelic protégé followed him inside, he was gripped by a growing feeling of unease—a suffocating sense of being the centre of attention that he hadn’t subjected himself to in centuries. Nevertheless, he did his best to plaster on the peppy face he made a habit of presenting to strange sinners, for Emily’s sake if no one else’s. “Well, I wanted to thank you for the aid from your townsfolk in the battle against the exorcists! My daughter, Charlie, and I very much appreciate your support.”

“Come now, Sir, no need to be so formal with us lesser souls,” she dismissed with a wave of her hand. “I see you’ve brought company. Who’s this then?” She leaned down to Emily’s height, and the empty sockets she had for eyes made both their throats go dry.

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“This is Emily, a former seraph like myself,” he haughtily introduced whilst anchoring an arm around her waist. “She’s been staying with me at the castle since her fall the day after the battle. Emily, this is Rosie, the mayor of Cannibal Town.” He did his best to maintain a casual atmosphere, despite how worried he was by the wary look about her. “She’s a…an ally, you could say. She and her people fought with us at the ‘Battle of Hazbin,’ as it were,” he chuckled, “but they’re not as dangerous as they might seem. Right, Rosie?” He made sure to shoot the woman a look that conveyed all the grave protective intent he’d left unsaid, and judging by the subtle twitch in the corners of her smile, he seemed to have gotten the message across.

“Oh, no, not at all. We’re only dangerous to our victims!” Rosie laughed off his attempt to intimidate her with a rather distasteful joke, but to his surprise, he noticed Emily’s shoulders bobbing up and down in tandem with hers as she shifted her attention back to the little one. “Welcome to Hell, darling! You have my word, we’ll do our part to keep you feeling safe and welcome as long as you’re in town.”

”Oh—thank you, Miss Rosie! That’s so nice of you.” Emily allowed a glowing smile to grace her features, pleasantly surprised by the towering sinner’s air of warmth and hospitality. “I gotta say, this does seem like one of the more welcoming corners of the city from what little I’ve seen so far.”

“Well, that’s high praise indeed coming from you,” Rosie said. “Colour me flattered. For an angel, you’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?” Emily tried not to read too deeply into her well-intended comparison. “If I may ask, what was it that got you kicked out of Heaven?”

“Oh, I wasn’t kicked out. I left Heaven on my own terms a day or two after Adam’s attack—which was completely unnecessary and wrong and just revolting, might I add.”

It was all Lucifer could do to ignore the feeling of his old sins crawling on his back. Meanwhile the sinner’s eyebrows rose as she raised a lanky finger to her chin. “Well, I’ll be blessed…”

“I actually got to meet Charlie myself before then!” Emily continued. “It was when she came to Heaven for a meeting about whether redemption of sinners’ souls is possible.” She was so excited, she almost forgot to restrain herself from dropping the bomb in public. “But that’s when I learned about…the exterminations.” Her chipper exterior faltered as she recalled that moment when her delusion of a perfect world had been shattered. Lucifer pulled her back to the present with a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Anyway, that’s why I chose to leave.” She let out a cleansing exhale. “I just want to help you all however I can for as long as you need me here.”

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself.” Lucifer comforted her with a squeeze of her shoulder. “There’s no need to go around airing your reasons for falling to folks out here. We’re just getting to know each other.” A consolatory smile formed on his face, giving her the need to avert her eyes lest her heart skip right out of her chest. He looked back up at Rosie. “If it’s not too much trouble, would you mind showing us around town later today?”

“Oh, my pleasure, Your Majesty!” she cheerfully accepted. “Just let me take care of my last couple clients for the morning and we’ll be off, okay? There’s a little booth in the window over there, so feel free to grab something to nibble on while ya’ wait!”

“Uh, that’s alright, we’ll pass. Thank you for offering, though!” Emily chuckled awkwardly when she saw the selection of severed body parts behind the glass. “And take your time.” Keeping a firm grip on his hand, she shuffled over to the booth Rosie had pointed out and hastily took a seat.

Once they each had a nice cup of tea to sip while they waited, he took out his phone to pull up the map of Pentagram City. “I wanted to fill you in on a few unique places in Hell, starting with Cannibal Town for today, so you can get a feel for the kind of world you’re now a part of. It’s a bit different from Heaven, isn't it?” he smirked half-heartedly.

“A bit?” She laughed out loud at his gross understatement. “It’s like nothing I ever could’ve imagined… I got a taste of what Hell was like when Charlie came to Heaven, but it’s so different in person. So much more…diverse? I think that’s the right word.” She clinked her pointy nails against her teacup, deep in thought.

Glancing back at Rosie as she tended to her clients, “Would you like to hear more of what I know about the other spots I’ve planned for us to visit?” he offered.

“Ooh, yes, please!” She leaned in eagerly over the table.

He chuckled, leaning over and meeting her in the middle to show her the map. “Alright, well, next on the list is Sinsoplex. It’s a commercial district with shopping malls, clubs, and entertainment complexes galore. It’s the type of place where people can really indulge themselves and live like there’s no tomorrow, but it does require a combination of fame and wealth to really make the most of one’s time there.” He leaned back, cradling his chin as he pondered what they might get up to there. “After that, I’ll take you to Carmine headquarters in the southwest where all the industrial stuff happens. There’s someone there that I’ve been meaning to talk to and, actually, you might benefit from meeting her too.”

As he focused on giving her the rundown of their itinerary, she’d turned an infectious Heavenly smile his way despite the Hellishly sharp fangs in her mouth. “This is so sweet of you, y’know,” she interjected, begetting a raised brow from him. “Not that you’re doing this for me. Charlie was just telling me about how you’ve been trying to come out of your shell a bit more lately, since the two of you started talking again.” His expression softened and his eyes went out of focus. “I think you’re one of the bravest people I’ve ever met, in Heaven or Hell.”

Snapped out of his daze, he blushed and looked away, the tips of his ears glowing the bright tint of daffodil petals. “I... Well, you might be giving me a bit too much credit there, don’t you think?” he chuffed. “I had a talk with her about this the other day… She told me how grateful and happy she was for me that I was starting to…y’know, like you said. Starting to let more people in. Except I don’t think she realises that she and you, and maybe, arguably Maggie, are the only ones I’ve really been spending any time with.”

His gaze met hers again, and he offered a shy smile, which she returned in full. “Still, though! That’s huge progress compared to before, right? You should be proud!” But in her heart of hearts, she could see he was still trapped by the countless years’ buildup of all-consuming shame. At least for the time being, it seemed so.

“Thank you,” he sighed nonetheless. “Honestly, I’ve never been good at hearing those kinds of words, especially coming from someone like you.” He would’ve said ‘a true angel like you’ if he were less of a coward. “It’s just…” He paused, glancing down at their entwined fingers and wondering how in the world to express his next thought. “I mean, obviously I can take care of myself, but it’s nice to feel like…there are people that…want…a better life for me. People who believe that a life beyond endless suffering is really possible…for me.”

He hadn’t noticed, but she’d been tearing up, trying her hardest not to start weeping since the subject of Charlie had first come up. “I’m so happy for you,” she choked out through a beaming smile, squeezing his fingers tightly between hers until her knuckles turned white. “Really. I…I can’t imagine what the millennia have been like for you.” Finally she could feel the rise in hope out of him that she’d been longing for as he looked at her with wide, aback-taken eyes. “I’m just so glad you’re finally starting to feel more at home.”

There were mountains more of the unconditional acceptance and genuine faith in him that she was dying to express, but their heart-to-heart was cut short. “Alright, you lovebirds,” came the teasing voice of Rosie as she strode over to their side of the room, shooting them a wink and making him tear his hand away from Emily’s, his blush redoubling. “The two of you are in for a real treat today, let me tell ya.’ Shall we?”

“Oh, certainly, yes!” Lucifer snapped to his feet, then nearly missed the step down from the booth. “Ready to get going, Emily?” he said, brushing it off and extending a hand to help her up. “And stay close to me,” he added discreetly.

They followed Rosie out of the parlour and into the bustling streets, where the nauseatingly enticing smell of cooking flesh filled the air. As they walked, he could feel the empty eyes of passersby from every angle. He put his arm around her waist again, pulling her close, offering his body as a shield. He could tell how abjectly terrified she was behind the glimmer in her eyes and the jaunt in her step and the way she swung his hand back and forth in hers. On the inside, he was kicking himself. It had been so long since he’d last shown his face anywhere, it hadn’t even occurred to him that he’d need a disguise. As for Emily, she wouldn’t have attracted so much attention if she’d already gotten the hang of concealing her wings; he was still working with her on that one.

Glancing behind her and immediately picking up on the king’s hyper-awareness, “This is one of the most harmless districts this side of the Pentagram,” Rosie assured, gesturing towards the rows of quaint, weathered shops all around. She offered Emily a smile, who was happily following, confused as to why Lucifer seemed so on edge. “You should be perfectly safe here today, Your Highness.”

This made her burst out in a contagious laughing fit at the wildly inappropriate way Rosie had just addressed her. “Oh, please, don’t call me that,” she snorted. “I’m a runaway; I don’t have any authority over anyone at the moment. Just call me Emily. Or Em, or Emmy—please just anything but Your Highness.”

“Well then, little miss sparkly eyes,” Rosie began, making her giggle, “I gotta say that dress looks gorgeous on you. Did ya’ make it yourself?”

“Yes! I did! How did you know?!” Emily had received a tip from Alastor the day before, despite Lucifer’s warnings to stay away from him. What the radio demon had told her pertained to a certain standard of dress supposedly upheld in Cannibal Town. With what little time she’d had, she’d whipped up her own take on a stylish ankle-length dress inspired by Earth’s nineteen-tens to -twenties period, complete with long velvet gloves and a playful feather boa. This was all in hopes of making as open-minded and enthusiastic an impression as she could on the old-timey cannibals while she was there.

“Isn’t she stunning?” gushed Lucifer as he chivalrously tucked her bangs back into place. “She’s quite the little seamstress, you know. You should see what other masterpieces she’s designed just since her fall.”

“I’ve just had the perfect idea for our first stop!” Rosie cut him off with a gasp and a grin, earning her a royal scowl. “There’s a dandy little barbershop just up the road from here. How would ya’ like a refreshing new hairstyle to complete the look you’re sporting?”

Emily’s ears lit up. “Oh, i-is there something wrong with my hair?”

“No! No, not at all,” her guardian stepped in. “Your hair’s lovely the way it is. I think she just meant you could do with something a little more on-theme with the rest of your outfit, you know? If that’s what you’d like.”

“Ohhh.” She nodded, instantly restored to her bright-eyed and bushy-tailed self. “That sounds like fun! Let’s go!”

They were greeted by the tinkling of a little silver bell over the door and the warm harmonies of an a cappella quartet, before she was whisked away to one of the vanities. Left alone with their tour guide, Lucifer cleared his throat to fill the silence. “So, uhm…Charlie tells me you give some pretty alright relationship counselling?”

Her eyebrows shot up. “Oh? Don’t tell me the head honcho of Hell himself is asking little old me for romantic advice.”

“That’s not it! Well, not… That is, it’s complicated. I don’t think it’s romantic, but it could be…?” His thumb twirled his expired wedding band around his ring finger.

“What’s on your mind, Your Majesty? Whatever it is, I’ll do all I can to help.”

Her offer, despite all odds, put a smile on his face. “How to explain… I’d have thought it would be upsetting for me to see her embracing culture and community down here so quickly and openly. I’m not one to associate with…my subjects very often,” he put simply, “as I’m sure you know, but my w—uh, my ex-wife was. And it was always a bit of a sore spot between us.”

“You’re saying it doesn’t upset you to see little Emily thriving down here, even though it reminds you of how Lilith used to be?”

“Yeah, I guess so.”

“Why do you think that could be?”

“I don’t know!” he quietly exclaimed. “That’s what’s bothering me. I…” He sighed into his hands. “She seems closer to Charlie’s age, but she reminds me of her in so many ways.”

“What kinds of ways?”

“Well, her smile, for one. And the way she just lights up any room she enters. She’s like a beacon of hope. Like the one I’ve been needing in my life since longer ago than I can recall.”

“Since before the divorce, even?”

Lucifer’s face froze. “Well…” Just the fact that the question took him any time to consider was jarringly telling. He’d always clung to Lilith as the last spark of hope in an otherwise hopeless world, but Emily made him feel more hopeful and happy on a daily basis than she ever had. Could it really be true? No, that was just his broken, bleeding heart talking, surely.

And there he went again, overthinking every little thing. Why didn’t he simply follow the fallen seraph’s advice about just being present in the moment instead of missing out on the joy right in front of him? He could do better. He had to.

“Lucifer! Rosie!”

And here she came, the woman of the hour, bounding over from her corner of the salon. Her hair was all done up in big, wavy curls which bounced with her every step, making her look like nothing short of a doll come to life. Its length seemed to have been reduced to the middle of her back as well.

“What do you think?” She gave a little twirl while Rosie clapped politely but sincerely.

“Emily, you look lovely!” he applauded along. “This style really does suit you.”

“You say that about every style I try,” she giggled in retort. “How can I be sure you mean it?”

“Oh, but I do! I really do, I mean it every time,” he insisted with a crease in his brow. “Honestly, I can’t imagine a look that you wouldn’t be able to pull off. Your hair is—”

“Alright, alright, I believe you!” she cut him off, making him laugh as he realised he’d been had. It was nice to see she was getting better at taking compliments at least.

The trio stayed to listen to the delightful performance of the barbershop quartet for a few minutes longer before taking their leave. From there, Rosie took them right along to restaurant row for some lunch. Emily ordered off the vegan menu since she wasn’t quite feeling up for dining on human flesh today. Neither was Lucifer, but he decided to bite the bullet for the both of them, not wanting to leave the stain of a king’s disapproval on this place just because it wasn’t to his personal taste. It was fine as long as he hadn’t been the one to slaughter or butcher the meat himself, right?

The afternoon wore on, and they ended up visiting a charming main street, complete with cozy shops and an ice cream parlour that was much more to their liking. She seemed to enjoy the sweet treats just as much as he did as they took a moment to rest on a bench in a quaint, secluded park and savour their cones. He linked their pinkies together. “I get the sense you’re feeling a little off, Em. Should we make our way back home soon, or do you want to check out more of the sights here first?”

She looked up at him, in the middle of licking her fingers clean, with a smudge of chocolate fudge at the corner of her lips. “You can? Oh.” Her cheeks flushed ever so slightly; she’d been trying her best to hide how tired she was for both their sakes, since they’d been having such a wonderful day out together and she truly didn’t want it to end. “Sorry… Would you be disappointed if I wanted to go back home?” she asked sheepishly.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he laughed, brushing the chocolate from her lips. “Of course I wouldn’t be disappointed. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of.”

“Okay… Thank you,” she mumbled. “I dunno why I’m so worn out. I don’t get like this very easily. At least, I didn’t use to.” This confession of hers pulled hard at the weight on his soul, the reminder of how much his own fall had changed him like a stab to his uncharacteristically good mood.

Standing up, he offered her a hand to help her to her feet. “May I carry you back to the castle, my dear?”

“Uh, thanks for the offer, but wouldn’t that get us some weird looks?” she laughed, despite her blush. “Why don’t you just open a portal for us like you did when we left home this morning?”

“Oh. Of course.” He cleared his throat and promptly did as she suggested, struggling to swallow his embarrassment. “After you, then.”

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The Other’s Choice • pt. 3

Credit to @winterxisxcomingx for the beautiful banner ♡︎

SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL ~ Read ahead at your own risk!

Faced with the harsh reality of Heaven's steadfast opposition, the angel of joy is forced to make a drastic decision with gruesome consequences, but luckily she isn't alone for long.

WARNINGS: Abrahamic imagery (obviously), pseudocest, body dysphoria, malnourishment

Part I • Part II • Part III

Emily was alone in Lucifer’s guest suite when, for the first time in over three weeks, she stood up out of bed by herself. Her transformation was finally over with. Her eyes were now a sickly yellow with bright red irises, her teeth were like arrowheads, her fingertips looked as if they’d been burned like charcoal, and her interior feathers looked as if they’d been soaked in the blood of sinners. At least she’d managed to figure out how to conceal her new horns and tail with her host’s gracious guidance. All she wanted was to feel like herself again.

Her pristine royal gown, the one she’d been wearing on the day of her fall, loomed above her, hung from the top of the tall closet door opposite her bed. There it had been since that day, looking down on her. She used her wings to reach it.

When she had it back on, she wandered over to the full-length mirror in the corner of the room. It was the first time she’d lain eyes upon her reflection since she’d run away from home. But instead of finding satisfaction in the mere glimpse of familiarity, she tensed. She looked like Sera. The resemblance made her cheeks flare with anger and her stomach clench with bitterness. She let out a cry as she seized the length of her skirt with both hands, claws out, and tore it clean off.

But when she opened her eyes, they went wide with horror. Her cursed horns and tail were out on full display, and she knew that getting them to go away again would take hours if not the whole rest of the day due to her inexperience. What frightened her most, however, was seeing what she’d done to her once favourite dress. The skirt was now so short that, with the slight upward angle of the standing mirror, it put her unmentionables in full view.

She turned her back to the mirror and changed into the pair of Charlie’s old pyjamas she’d been given as fast as she physically could with a clumsy snap of her fingers. Then her gaze fell to the dress, watching it fall into a heap of fabric with the rest she’d ripped off. Her wings dragged behind her as she picked it up. Perhaps something could be done yet to salvage it.

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That afternoon, Lucifer was lounging in the parlour connected to her suite. Charlie had needed him at the hotel in the morning to discuss certain matters regarding the new building. Otherwise he’d have spent the whole day here right where Emily could find him, just in case she needed something. He’d gotten her a new phone to contact him with, but even so, the thought of leaving her alone in this strange and enormous castle left a bad taste in his mouth.

“Lu…cifer, S-Sir?”

He twisted around at the sound of her timid voice coming from the doorway to her room. “Yes, Em?”

She froze in place, her eyes darting around and her arms tucked mysteriously behind her back. Cocking his head at her, he gave her a warm, hopefully inviting look and gestured for her to come join him in the parlour, which she did, her tiny feet shuffling across the rug as she plopped herself on the chaise kitty-corner to him.

“What’s up, buttercup?” he smiled, encouraging her to speak her mind.

She couldn’t help but smile back at the nickname. “Well, uh…I have good news and bad news. Let’s just get the bad news out of the way first.”

He nodded attentively. “I’m all ears.”

“You know that dress I was wearing when I fell?” He gave another nod. “Yeah, so…about that…” How could she even begin to explain what had happened to it? “Well, let’s just say that…I let my emotions get the better of me, and it paid the price.”

“Oh dear. What happened?”

She forced a laugh. “I tore three quarters of the skirt off.”

“What?!” He made her flinch; she wasn’t expecting such an impassioned reaction from him. “But you loved that dress! What—”

“I know, it’s okay!” she cut him off before he could ask what in the seven rings had possessed her to do such a thing. “Don’t worry, okay? The good news is I fixed it. Sort of.” She then brought her hands out from behind her back and let said dress unfold in front of her. It had been magically reimagined to the point where it was all but unrecognisable. The skirt now fell to just above her knees, replaced with all new, crimson fabric. The bodice had stayed the same, except the eight-pointed symbol in the centre had changed colour to match the skirt, and the sleeves were gone completely. “Actually I kinda wanted to try making it better than before, in a way. What do you think?”

Lucifer took his time admiring her handiwork, pulling an impressed pout and making her giggle. “Not bad! Not bad at all,” he praised, standing up to run his fingers along each hem. “To be frank, I never cared much for the traditional Heavenly style so to speak, so this certainly is an improvement if you ask me.”

She lowered her head to hide her embarrassed grin. “Thanks, I’m glad.”

“Well, don’t keep me in suspense. Let me see it on you!”

This made Emily’s expression go blank as she realised she’d failed to think this far ahead.

“What’s wrong?” He raised an eyebrow. “It suits you perfectly, you know. Aren’t you proud of how it turned out?”

“I guess, but…” She turned her head in an attempt to lower her gaze.

At this, he frowned and thwarted her attempt by reaching out and tilting her chin back towards him. “But…?”

She sighed in defeat. “It’s just…I didn’t mean to tear off as much as I did. Or, well, I did, but when I tried it on again even after adding a couple inches to it, I still felt…exposed.” The word that came to mind initially was, ‘indecent,’ but in her head she knew modesty wasn’t worth much down here. “Maybe I’m just not used to showing so much yet.”

“Mh, that could be. I remember feeling like that,” he said, resting a hand on her shoulder. “It’s only natural for us fallen folk, when you think about it. I mean, we were brought into the world being told that our very bodies were something to be ashamed of and hidden, which—I’m gonna say it—is fucking ludicrous.” Though his language caught her off balance, she couldn’t disagree. “But hey, it’s absolutely okay if you need a little more time before you’re ready to start showing more skin. Not that you ever have to! It is your body, after all.”

She would’ve been lying if she said she didn’t feel any pressure at all to dress one way or the other, but the affirmations he offered did help to relieve some of it. Before she could help herself, images of gathered jacquard and pooling chiffon were already cycling through her mind, taking on a myriad of shapes and silhouettes.

“Lucifer…would you mind helping me with something?” she awkwardly asked. “My conjuring skills are nowhere near yours and…well, I’m gonna need some materials and tools and stuff if you don’t mind.”

“Of course, absolutely!” He stood up and held his cane at the ready. “As I’ve mentioned, my power is limitless for all intents and purposes, so don’t be afraid to ask for whatever anytime.”

She smiled to herself, having long since lost count of how many times he’d made her do that, flattered by his eager (albeit quite boastful) generosity. “Thank you. Let’s see, first I’ll need a dress form—” No later than the final syllable had passed her lips did the very object of her request appear next to her just inches away. “Oh—perfect! What else…? Measuring tape for sure, fabric scissors, a bolt of muslin, probably some tailor’s chalk, and a well-stocked pincushion should do it for now.” Each item appeared on the nearby coffee table as she listed them one by one. To her delight, the pincushion he conjured up was shaped like a little toy ducky, which she couldn’t help but adore.

“I’d be happy to help you practice your conjuring some time, if you’d like,” he offered offhandedly as she got to work draping pieces of the muslin here and there upon the dress form. “Seeing as you’re a seraph like myself, you must have a similar amount of potential, wouldn’t you think?”

“Really?” She beamed, though she didn’t look away from what she was doing. “Yes, please, that would be so helpful. I could only manage to make one pin at a time when I was doing the alterations on that,” she tilted her head toward the dress with the shortened skirt where it lay on the sofa, “and it took for-ever, oh my gosh, it was so-o-o tedious.”

“I can imagine,” he sniggered, unable to take his eyes off of her as she danced around the mannequin. “Still, I’m impressed you were able to do that much at your current skill level. Hopefully this will go a bit quicker with my help,” he added, despite not having the first idea what ‘this’ was that she’d suddenly gotten so swept up in. He didn’t even feel the need to ask, content to simply observe her in her state of hyper-focused diligence. She kept draping and pinning, tracing and cutting, as if she’d been doing this since the day she was born. The parlour fell into a comfortable silence except for when she needed him to provide something for her, like a different kind of fabric or some spare bobbins or a new spool of thread. She kept expressing her worries that all this magic was supposedly taking some kind of toll on him, but each time he’d reassure her and wave it off, saying he was more than happy to assist and that it cost him nothing whatsoever. Anything to keep him from decomposing alone in a prison of his own design, as had been the usual until the little angel had tumbled into his life.

Minutes soon accumulated into hours, and before either of them noticed, it was already past supper time. In fact, what finally alerted them both to the hour was a loud and unexpected growl from her stomach, causing her to blush. “Let me just try it on and make some final adjustments really quick,” she excused herself before carrying her armful of lovingly tailored textiles off to her room.

“Alright, take your time!” he called after her, keeping his amusement under wraps. “I’ll have dinner ready for us by the time you’re done!”

For someone with his magical ability, meal prep was something that could be finished with a snap of one’s finger. Despite this, Lucifer had grown rather fond of the muggle’s cooking process. Not only did he enjoy the artistry of concocting new and exciting (though not always pleasant) flavours, but he found it was a great way to kill time. Time that he had far too much of.

Once the stuffed pheasant was in the oven, he returned to the parlour just in time to see Emily emerge from her room in the most breathtaking attire he’d ever lain eyes on.

His eyes started at the cornflower-coloured bodice with its surprisingly striking halter neckline. The sheer sleeves were long and off the shoulders, beginning in a dainty lantern shape before ballooning down to her wrists. And then the skirt—oh, the skirt! It was mostly made of the same fabric as the bodice, but a broad band of beautiful royal-blue damask took up about the lowermost fifth of its length. And that wasn’t even the best part. Though the hem touched the floor, the front of it was suspended with two symmetrically placed silk bows (much like the oversized one hanging from her collar and lying quaintly across her chest) to right around her mid-thigh, the elegant drapes revealing a glimpse of her blackened but still lovely legs.

“Wowwie…” he mumbled under his breath as he took a few strides toward her, almost in a trance.

“Do you like it?”

“Oh, yes!” he gushed, having been so wrapped up in his admiration that he nearly forgot to say something. “It’s gorgeous, you look like a queen.” This comment brought out a bright glow in her cheeks, and as he connected the dots as to why, his face flushed as well. He cleared his throat. “But, uhm, d-do you? Like it, I mean?”

“Wait, you’re asking me if I like what I made?” she questioned, drawing an endeared sigh out of him. It seemed taking pride in anything she did was a foreign concept to the poor girl. “Well…” He waved his cane and conjured a mirror in front of her before she could express her indifference.

“It really suits you, you know,” he noted matter-of-factly. “Are you any more comfortable wearing this than the one you altered?”

She decided to humour him and beheld her reflection from multiple angles with as open a mind as she could have. “I think so,” she admitted, a sheepish smile teasing at the corners of her lips. “I was going for something less revealing than that one is now, but still a little bit more revealing than it was originally.”

As she stood there, taking in her appearance, she didn’t feel anything like the overwhelming shame and self-loathing that had come over her early that morning. She felt like a completely new, and dared she think improved, version of herself. She smiled at her, and she smiled back.

“Emily, dear, don’t you realise what you’re doing?” He came up behind her, their eyes meeting through the mirror as he positioned his hands on her exposed shoulders. She tilted her head. “You love this! Look at you, look at how long you spent on this today all in one sitting; it’s obvious how much you’ve been enjoying yourself,” he chuckled fondly. “I mean, not that I haven’t been…y’know…but anyway, it looks to me like you’ve found yourself a pretty great hobby.”

Emily didn’t know what to say. She was unsure how to even interpret his words, let alone how to respond.

“This is exactly what I wanted for you,” he emphasised, turning her around to face him. “You have no idea—if I hadn’t had my ducks to keep me busy, I’d have lost it ages ago. This is gonna be so, so good for you. For us, now that we have each other! Oh, Em…” While she was still processing his swell of emotion, he threw his arms around her and pulled her into a bone-crushing embrace, making her stumble forward.

The way the hug went on and on, she could feel how truly happy he was to behold her frivolous little creation. He was like a fountain of pure joy. No one, not even Sera, had ever reacted so strongly to her engaging in her own self-centred interests before. She couldn’t make sense of it. This was the first time she’d ever felt so seen, so appreciated, so individual. The feeling was so sweet and so profound, so much warmer and brighter than any sunlight that had ever touched her face in Heaven, it frightened her. Something about his relentlessly doting attention felt wrong. Misplaced, even. But despite this, her own arms wrapped around him in return with a will of their own. Great—now she could hardly bear to let go.

“So, after we’ve eaten, how ’bout finally making your grand entrance at the hotel in your stunning new getup?” he grinned, looking her up an down without letting go of her shoulders. “I think you’re about ready to introduce yourself to everyone, don’t you?”

Somehow that question was all it took for the floodgates to come crashing open. Ironically she couldn’t seem to identify her own emotions, nor could she even tell if what she was feeling was good or bad. Was it fear? Or beauty? Relief, maybe? Or grief? Whatever it was, the tears came, and they wouldn’t be subsiding any time soon.

Lucifer was panicking as he watched her suddenly crumble to pieces. “Wait, what’s wrong? Oh, oh dear.” He immediately gathered her into the shelter of his arms again, running an open hand from the crown of her head to the small of her back. “There, there, it’ll be alright. I got you. We don’t have to go to the hotel yet unless you’re sure you’re totally ready.”

“No, I-I am ready,” she sobbed, very much unready. “I just…” Her life was flashing before her eyes: another experience that was completely and utterly new to her. “I’m… I’m here,” she whimpered. “I’m not…up there anymore, a-and…I don’t even know who I am.”

All of a sudden, the devil felt himself being cast back ten thousand years, reliving the darkest moment of his torturous, never-ending life. He could never forget what it had been like to go from being blinded by celestial light glinting off blades of angelic steel to waking up broken and defiled in a wasteland of fire and brimstone as far as the eye could see. Seeing her blame herself for her so-called sins, it allowed a blazing inferno to come to life within the most forgotten depths of his soul.

No matter what the future held, he knew he couldn’t bear to let this pure, selfless spirit go through the same undue anguish he’d had to endure alone. He wouldn’t.

“C’mon, darling.” He kept an arm snugly around her waist while he began guiding her along toward the kitchen. “I’d venture a guess that you haven’t eaten anything since breakfast,” he sweetly chastised, drying her tears and gently encouraging her to meet his warm, protective gaze. “And hey, if parenthood has taught me anything, it’s that no one can face the world on an empty stomach,” he snorked—a successful attempt to get a smile out of her, albeit a broken one. “You’ll feel all the more ready to go meet the gang once your belly’s full, ’kay? Sound good?”

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The Other’s Choice • Pt. 2

Credit to @winterxisxcomingx for the beautiful banner ♡︎

SPOILERS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL ~ Read ahead at your own risk!

Faced with the harsh reality of Heaven's steadfast opposition, the angel of joy is forced to make a drastic decision with gruesome consequences, but luckily she isn't alone for long.

WARNINGS: Abrahamic imagery (obviously), pseudocest, body dysphoria, malnourishment

Part I • Part II • Part III

It seemed the young seraph had been in a bit over her head about her decision to run away from home. She’d left for the hotel with a burning drive to help in any way she could, but it didn’t take long for her to realise she lacked any sort of plan for her own self-preservation, much less a plan for how to help anyone. She of course knew it would be the hardest thing she’d probably ever do in her eternal life, but never could she have predicted how horrific a place Hell would be. After all, what frame of reference did she have?

Already she owed so much to the six-winged stranger for taking her in under the roof of his castle—the fact that her gracious host had turned out to be Lucifer Morningstar himself didn’t negate that. She could hardly imagine where she’d have ended up if he hadn’t caught her out of the sky the day before, regardless of the harrowing stories about him with which she’d grown up.

He’d stayed awake with her that whole first night following her fall, but he didn’t mind. He saw himself in her. He wouldn’t have been able to sleep even if he’d tried. Knocking softly on the door to the empty suite she was staying in, “Miss Emily? I made some tea if you’d like some,” he announced with a clearing of the throat, then cautiously cracked it open. He greeted her with the warmest smile he could offer, setting the tray on her nightstand as he perched himself on the edge of her bed and set to work pouring her a cup.

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The poor thing looked up at him with dread-filled eyes, which, to his horror, he noticed were already a tinge muddier compared to the bright azure they’d been the day before. Despite sleep continuing to elude her, she’d been bedridden since yesterday, suffering from severe fatigue and fever caused by devastating shock and anxiety. He knew from experience that she’d be like this for about another month at least while she underwent the excruciating bodily changes of being reborn as a fallen angel; the process was already underway from the looks of it. Besides the change in eye colour, emerging from the crown of her head were two blunt points that would inevitably grow into horns after breaking through the skin of her scalp. She would be able to mask most of her new demonic features later on, but teaching her to do this prematurely would only prolong her pain.

“Cream?” Lucifer offered, “and do you prefer sugar or honey?” as he conjured all three condiments in front of her with a wave of his cane.

“Oh, yes, and…honey, please,��� croaked Emily with a weak smile but a smile nonetheless, which caused his own to redouble.

“I hope you like it.” He held out the cup to her on its saucer. The fine china vaguely reminded her of the set she and Sera had used to host their own little tea parties for two when she was small, the memories manifesting as another stab of pain in her chest as she reached for the saucer. “It’s hot, so careful.”

The cup was heavier than she was ready for. The handle dug harshly into the bones of her delicate fingers, making her wince and recoil.

He picked up on this just in time to catch the cup with magic before it could splash into her lap, then levitated it masterfully back onto the tea tray without a single drop spilt.

“Ahh, thank you…” She simpered through the shame as she raised a trembling hand in another feeble attempt to pick it up herself.

“Hey, it’s okay. Just rest, sweetie.” He put a hand on her shoulder in encouragement. “I got it.” Her face must have turned at least a dozen shades of yellow as he lifted it again, blew on it, then raised the rim to her lips. It was altogether too much for her to look anywhere near him, but she politely complied and took a cautious sip. “How is it?”

A lump had already formed in her throat by the time she swallowed. Somehow it tasted just as Heavenly as it smelled; a singular tear rolled helplessly down her cheek. “Perfect.”

It filled his heart up with happiness in the form of relief to have brought the damsel some semblance of enjoyment in this dark time, but he was caught off guard by the tears suddenly welling up in his own eyes. Surely he couldn’t be that happy…could he?

“How’s she doing?” came Charlie’s voice through her father’s phone.

“Not good,” he admitted. “Better, but still… I’ve been trying to get her to eat more, and there’s been a bit of progress, but y’know. Not as much as I’d have hoped for by now.”

She frowned audibly. “Well, just make sure she knows that if she ever needs anything at all from us here at the hotel, we’re just one call away.”

“I will. Thanks, pumpkin.”

A couple of repetitive, trying weeks after her arrival in Hell, the symptoms of Emily’s slow and agonising transition were starting to become more bearable. The downside was that her mind was now free to wander. And wandering led to spiralling. What had she done? As a former denizen of Heaven she knew sinners would want her dead—or worse—the moment they learned of her presence down here. What if everything turned out to be for nothing? What if she wasn’t able to help at all? At this rate it seemed like she’d be stuck in this bed forever.

“No, you won’t.” Lucifer snapped her out of her anxious rant, holding her blackening fingertips as he sat perched on her bedside. “Smile for me?”

Cocking her head in confusion, “Okay…” She reluctantly spread her lips and flashed her canines at him.

“Judging by the shape of your teeth right now, I’d say you got about…a week left to go, if that.” His hand gave hers a gentle squeeze as he brought it to his lips in a solemn but sudden gesture that had her stomach doing somersaults. “You’re gonna make it through this, Em—I’ll make sure you do.”

She pulled taut the corners of her mouth in a strained smile. “But even if I do, what then?”

He sighed, “I’m not sure,” his gaze briefly falling to the duckling-themed quilt she was tucked in underneath: just a little something he’d thrown together for her the other day. “But I will do whatever I can to help you figure it out, alright?”

She could see it in his posture and in the way his fingers curled into a loose fist on his lap—the last thing he wanted was for her to have to face the future on her own, as he once had. It made sense to her for the most part why the fellow fallen angel would be so inextricably concerned for her, but understanding this didn’t do much to assuage the guilt gnawing away at her from the inside. Since as long ago as she could remember, her duties had occupied every bit of her time, thought, and effort. She wasn’t supposed to need things from people, she was supposed to be there for them when they needed her.

“Hey, here’s an idea!” Lucifer’s outburst derailed her train of thought. “Why don’t we take this as an opportunity to explore some potential hobbies for you?”

“Hobbies?” she echoed rather incredulously.

“Yeah! ’Cause from what I remember of my life in Heaven, we seraphim weren’t allowed much time for ourselves, right?” He wasn’t wrong, she supposed. Not that she’d ever given it much thought. “This could be the perfect time for you to learn a bit more about yourself and try some things you’ve always wanted to try but never got the chance to. And I’ll help you! Wha’daya say?”

She would have insistently declined if he’d only felt the need to suggest such a thing out of a feeling of obligation or whatever, but no. She didn’t even need her Heavenly gift of empathy to see his true intent. If he thought she was overreacting or getting hung up on personal issues that mattered less than the greater good she’d come here to serve, he wouldn’t have made such a kind, sensitive, and personal offer. This meant something to him—probably even more than it meant to her—and it was something she had more than the means to indulge him in.

“I guess…if it would make you happy, then okay,” she smiled softly. Because if there was anything she found comfort and fulfilment in, it was making others happy.

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Thinking about applewings wedding,,,,

They’d have it in the Heaven embassy, not bc they’re pining to go back but to symbolise how they’ve found true Heaven in each other’s company~

They’d both be wearing extravagant off-white (picture smth between ivory and pearl) ensembles befitting royalty with rose gold accents and possibly some reds and pinks here and there ie in floral accessories— He’d be wearing smth similar to his signature top hat and she’d have a tiara that matches his crown

They’d invite Sera if only to show her how much better off they are in Hell together bc they’re petty asf lmao. I’m not sure who Luci’s best man would be (I can imagine Husk Angel or Stolas tbh I’m not sure) but Charlie would definitely be Em’s maid of honour. Asmodeus could be the officiant and Pentious would be the one comedically bawling his head off in the audience hshdhdjfjfk ooh and Cherri could be the one to catch Em’s bouquet!!

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Heaven’s gates are closed, but don’t worry; my arms are open.

❦𓆙Lucifer x Emily𓅷❦

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[quillandink333]

earrings, violet corts, parades, gemstones, insect wings, grape bushels, outer space. your essence is amethyst: you are passion and pride, impulsive to the core. you thrive on experiences; attention naturally suits you, and having all eyes makes your best traits glow even brighter. you wish to live freely and without regrets. you are the performer. you are the charmer. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of orchid, lavender, magenta, and royal, who share your confidence. you are also drawn to the reticent souls amaranth and hickory, who will help you grow and see that you are worth admiration even without success. however, you may struggle to get along with the perfectionistic personalities of moss and marigold who attach too strongly to detail.

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clear water, milkshakes, crystals, agave, candy dishes, converse, seashells. your essence is seafoam: you lose yourself in dreams and drift away from reality. happiness is easier when alone; your sensitivity has borne you too many scars to risk honesty again. your imagination and intuition help you dive deep into introspection, at the cost of truly unfurling. you are the dreamer. you are the wallflower. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of teal, jade, sky, and sage, who similarly value their authenticity. you are also drawn to the diligent honeysuckle and coral, who will help you grow and turn your thoughts to reality. however, you may struggle to get along with the stubborn personalities of pearl and tawny who have no room for contradiction.