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"I think... considering our situation, we could all benefit." Her tone of voice, so correct, formal and cordial, did not fit what her face showed. "Although we still do not understand why a sinner could ascend to heaven and achieve his redemption, if you and your hotel have had anything to do with it, we can allow this to work."
"But not just for him, Sera."
"I... the heaven, we cannot accept all sinners."
"Sera!" Another voice joined the conversation. "It should be the same for everyone. If we bring him then everyone deserves it."
"Emily is right; he is now a sinner like the rest."
The eldest seraph tried to say something, but the other celestial deities looked at her skeptically.
"You saw him, ma'am," now a masculine, rather hoarse voice interrupted. "I have talked to that asshole in my bar, and he is worse than many disgraced people who have released everything they were carrying in their stomach on my bar. Besides, you don't know why this can happen. Maybe the help of many sinners wanting to get out of that well at the same time be the key."
Although he was not someone very motivated by the cause, Husk was slowly becoming interested in the topic of the redemption of sinners, to the excitement of Charlie who wanted to throw himself on him and hug him.
"Exactly! If I can be here, it was for the princess and my dear friends."
Another good argument; after all, Sir. Pentious was now an angel; with his snow suit, and cute heart logos that softened the former hellish appearance of him.
"Ugh... Well, in that case, I cannot assure you, Princess MorningStar, that all those sinners will be able to come to heaven. Many of them will be lost causes or simply this," he pointed to the recent snake angel, "was just a strange mistake."
"We've done it before with less! I'll fill heaven with redeemed sinners damn it!" He announced banging hard on the table to the horror of the greatest and the triumphant joy of his friends.
With the imminent and very pleasant news (which Charlie was able to learn thanks to Emily's good heart) that Sir. Pentious had not died forever, and that he now belonged to heaven, everyone's hopes and expectations were at their peak. Could they really ascend to heaven? Now at least there was a positive result; but not a really clear formula. Maybe they should "kill" the high command of heaven?... no, it was not the time to think about that.
"In that case, I end this meeting," Sera said as she stood up and left, her face not very proud of having agreed to work with the strays.
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(I didn't know what symbol to put on Niffty- I didn't find a dagger or something like that and that's the closest thing XD sorry)
"Okay group, it's time to get out of here and go tour heaven; you know, now you have a "special permit" for that." Emily was excited to now meet some of the good friends that the snake angel had told her about.
Although the princess of hell could have brought all of her friends, only Vaggie was willing to return to the place she hated most because of Charlie; Husk was dragged by a "special" request from a certain spider who couldn't get out of his workday to go to heaven. Alastor had no interest in going up to heaven; and Niffty at first refused; her and then she appears hidden between Husk's wings.
Although everyone was excited to be with their revived friend, being able to ask him what it felt like to be "pure and angelic" the group split into two groups.
Emily and Charlie decided to spend another afternoon watching land animals and eating sugar-filled things until they burst, with the excuse of showing all the good things in heaven to Sir. Pentious (and perhaps deliver a private message from a certain bomb-wielding cyclops who couldn't make it to heaven for... certain reasons), so Vaggie along with Husk and Niffty ventured to look inside heaven for that person so requested by Angel Dusk. Vaggie's main function, as someone who... "recognised" the heavenly streets from her past, was to be able to guide them in their search, while preventing any incident from happening that would leave the possible rehabilitated sinners in a bad light.
Without wasting time, they started on the central street of the brilliant city. They crossed Saint Peter, a pair of beautiful cherubs and winners who noticed the contrast between the light pastel colors of their clothes, and the carmine red, neon pink and charcoal black of our characters.
"Oh! The thought of walking among all these little angels and fluffy creatures makes me want to imitate Miss Rosie!" she exclaimed as she showed her yellowish fangs in front of some passers-by. Her being stopped by Husk instantly.
"Did she at least tell you something that might help you up here?" Vaggie asked as she walked along the silver sidewalk.
"The one who knows this is supposed to be you, sinning angel."
A sigh accompanied by several crude gestures to Vaggie's own face only motivated Husk to try and say something more useful.
"Angel said she was possibly at some cafe or place like that." He just said Husk while avoided eye contact with the angels.
"Uhhhh... I guess we should continue this route. This is the restaurant area and stuff."
"You guide us, boss."
And so what was apparently six or seven hours passed from early afternoon until late at night on a day with no changes in the sky; Apparently that person was not well known by the residents of that street; or just no one wanted to be "kind and charitable" to help find some girl named Molly with a gangster brother named Anthony.
They were lucky; luck thanks to Niffty who, in those moments of debauchery, ran to a girl who, in her words, "must have been Angel Dusk; no one is that fluffy and pink."
Molly was very tender, sweet in her eyes and with a very kind attitude and she really seemed shocked and excited about everything about redemption. Yeah; Sera told everyone that she couldn't get out of the meeting on the topic of redemption and the possibility that a sinner could become a winner... or that a winner could fall so low as to be a sinner. But they didn't give a damn when they saw an angelic version of Angel Dusk cry from hearing about everything that her brother had improved at Hazbin Hotel. With a letter delivered from Angel where he dropped hundreds of sweet and loving words to his sister; and now carrying a response letter that took an hour to write from the sweet little angel who was crying with spasms for her brother, the mission was over.
"Really thank you... I'm happy to see that Anthony has so many friends who support and love him."
"We love him! He keeps me from ripping out the eyes of idiotic moths."
"What thing...?"
"Nothing; your brother loves you too and he's fighting to come see you." Husk said; and then approach her and kiss her on the cheek. "And that too."
Niffty and Vaggie looked half amazed and in denial (more like Vaggie denied it) to see Husk so sentimental... and for Angel Dusk? How tender and... subnormal everything was.
After that, the mission was finished.
So many fluffy feathers and insane amounts of eyes had left the group very tired after their mission, so stopping for a drink before hitting the road to the hotel again seemed very promising for the trio.
But there was a problem; They had spent so much time walking that they arrived at an area that the two sinners could not distinguish from the rest of heaven; but that Vaggie remembered with some resentment.
It was a somewhat "exclusive" area, somewhat restricted for the winners because there exterminating angels like the one she once was and some angels and celebrities of little recognition attended quite frequently. The secret was still kept (even for Molly) of the extermination and the failure that this ultimately meant. Although a certain young seraph had very kindly released small capsules of information to allow the truth to come out, even if in restricted doses.
"Guys, this place... let's better go. I'm sure the bars we passed a while ago are better than here."
"Will you at least let me rest my paws? I feel like they're going to come off."
"Damn lazy ass, it's just walking. You could even fly."
"It's not my fault I spend my day behind a damn bar."
"Well, tell your "boss"-wait," she stopped her argument mid-formed ",where is Niffty?"
"Weren't you taking care of her?"
As they both turned their heads, the small pink ball darted like a wild cat into the bar, causing the door to swing from the inside out.
"Oh holy fucking mother-"
The two sinners (or the sinner and the fallen angel) rushed to the door, hoping that Niffty's cleaning impulses had not torn out some angelic hair and feathers.
They entered the bar looking for Niffty; which was quite empty considering the... time? It reminded Husk of the long nights of him at the hotel cleaning glasses and holding back his urge to draw some poker cards.
Fortunately, the four or five people, not counting the bartender who he was talking to someone at the bar, didn't pay attention to.
"No Husk! I have to clean up! Or we'll all die from the dirty cockroaches- wait, there's no dirt here."
"There's no dirt in heaven, Niff," Husk clarified, "we already told you."
"Ohhh...! Then I've lost my sense of existing here."
"Well, if it makes you feel better," he said as he turned to Vaggie, "and we're already inside, we could have a drink."
Vaggie didn't look excited; meeting old killing buddies only made her stomach turn, but in the face of Niffty's miserable face and Husk's complaints, drinking a glass of wine and getting some rest would be more empathetic than just dragging them away.
They sat down at the white granite bar, being served by an apparent second bartender who, beyond looking at them strangely, gave them adequate and non-hostile service.
Whiskey on the rocks for Husk, red wine for Vaggie, and something they had to set on fire for Niffty.
A more pleasant and relaxing chat could have distracted them for a while; However, what were initially small murmurs from the first bartender to a person at the edge of the bar, little by little were attempts not to raise his voice more than necessary. Scoldings that Husk knew very well; They were typical of a bartender conscious enough to see a customer seeking solace in the bitter spray of glistening glass receptacles.
However, what was curious (or rather, unpleasant about the matter) was that that voice was not unknown to the trio. Feminine but firm, they were able to better distinguish who was the cause of making the bar tense. Short platinum hair; enormous angel wings made of the purest ash, and a uniform that was stained with every type of carmine possible, of good, bad, innocent and very deserving sinners of death, and most importantly; two eyes of a beautiful golden color, which only expressed a deep sadness that was externalized until destroying the delicate black makeup of the angel, and allowing it to travel to the end of the swollen and pale face of the celestial being, who now distinguished them and changed the sorrow for a fervent hatred.
Evidently; Lute drank white wine; She was almost poetic. Vaggie remembered how more than once when she went looking for Adam for training or any other soldier's needs, she found the Original DickMaster serving glamorous glasses of white wine to his lieutenant and right-hand man, on his private balcony. Many exterminator soldiers looked at Lute with envy for being the boss's favorite bitch; She had the best training, she went out with him to dinner and to the luxurious events of Cera and the other high ranks. Even Vaggie couldn't tell if she ever craved that kind of luxuries. Clear; Adam was a self-centered and very sexist piece of shit, but if you could tolerate him, life seemed to shine in a better light.
"So your little infernal whore managed to bring them here." Lute tipped the sparkling crystal glass from her to them, letting a few drops fall onto the floor and then reattaching her lips to the drink. "How happy to have a bunch of filthy sinners here..."
"You look really pathetic, Lute." And it wasn't exactly a lie. He looked as if a beautiful porcelain puppet had been smashed into the tenth floor. Her body split into pieces, her face became pulverized and, becoming aware of her own state, she had to rebuild herself, hitting porcelain shrapnel in a strong fight to return to the state original of her. She had lost it.
"It would be easier to be dead; although of course, you can never get out of your stupid pious airs. You make me sick."
"Vaggie, let's go before this gets out of hand."
Vaggie was eager to clear the name of his girlfriend and her values of mercy. But having Husk as a voice of reason was more than enough to stop his attempts to carry out an individual extermination right there.
"You better listen to your feline friend; I am now a lieutenant and I have every right in the world to annihilate you whenever I want. I will use all my power to personally end hell."
Lute stood with the grace of a crane but the strength of a bull; But the trio became aware that this would only be problems and they stumbled out of there a little.
"If you only knew who is part of that hell now," he said it softly enough so that he wouldn't hear her as he left the bar.
"The little angel was very sick! I should have cleaned her up a little."
"She's full of a lot of crap Niffty; not even you could-"
Lute headed out into the alley, attempting a surprise attack that Vaggie more or less anticipated. Although she was heavily intoxicated, she continued to move as if she had not been brutally beaten not long ago. Something that was noticeable when looking at his arm... Which curiously looked the same as the one he had lost under the rubble.
With a counterattack Vaggie managed to lift her above she; Lute took advantage of this to rise with her wings, but Vaggie beat him to it by climbing a wall and managing to grab her by the stomach and send her with great force to the ground.
Lute, the beautiful porcelain doll, was once again welcomed with the cold street floor. Some golden blood came out of her mouth and her wings.
"Lute... Lute..." He said as he approached her, indicating Husk and Niffty who, very willing to fight, preferred (more like Husk with the little wild pink ball) to stay away from a larger conflict; without abandoning Vaggie.
"Yes; it's my name. Don't waste it with your... uhhh... your sinful mouth." She was not well; Beyond the alcohol or the blow, that face full of tears and emaciated indicated that something was not working well. Vaggie noticed it when he held her; Had the relentless Lute lost weight?
The three of them (or rather, the two who were focused on the situation) felt a knot in her stomach at seeing her like that. Technically, her wild, exterminating madness allowed Sir. Pentious would ascend, and leave them the chance to redeem others. Although she tried to give him another thrust with her celestial sword, she only managed to be knocked down by Vaggie, and crawl on the ground.
"Lute stop it! If you kill me now you will only make everything tense."
"I don't care about the 'everything'! I don't have a 'everything'! You took it from me Vaggie! You took it away from me! And now I just..." She was struggling not to let out more tears. He once told her: "I hate seeing my Apple cry."
But for Vaggie it wasn't necessary to see tears overflowing in Lute's golden orbs to understand what was happening to her. The shaking of her legs and the position where she was hugging herself were a carbon copy of when she and Charlie distanced themselves from her.
Lute feared heart ache for...
"What do you see? You already destroyed everything I had... I only have exorisms left... his exorisms." Even her own mouth betrayed her. "You got what you wanted... you destroyed me Vaggie... you destroyed him."
Husk dared to tell him in a whisper what she was thinking. "If you plan to do what I believe, you'll be betraying your girlfriend and your deal with heaven. It's supposed to be a secret. And the crazy supremasist bitch doesn't seem very trustworthy to me."
"And telling Molly it wasn't? Look at her... I hate her but..., we can't leave her like this." An idea appeared in Vaggie's head like a bright light bulb. "Maybe if we show her... we can win over the exorsits too. She's the new Major slut now."
"Because of the wonderfully short time I've known her, I'll probably take out your other eye before I'll let you talk."
"Wouldn't you like to have the person in charge of exorcisms on our side? If she's so upset about losing her idiot boss, I'm sure she'd give in a little..."
"Although her boss doesn't look like her boss now." Husk told him. "Could it be that you feel sorry for her?"
"You don't have it?"
While both were arguing between whispers, Lute only wiped the blood with his recovered arm, watching without following the thread of the conversation.
"What sinful shit are you talking about? You plan to-" Lute couldn't finish her thought because she had Niffty on top of her, knocking her down again and trying to get stabbed by a golden knife that had already attacked her beloved boss before.
"Stab, stab! I will personally send you to your boss." The little cyclops screamed.
She managed to cut a bit of her left arm and pierce the top layer of skin on her abdomen. But not because Lute was carefully avoiding being split open by a crazy little maid.
Any soul, no matter how dirty or pure she was, would have tried to defend herself from an angelic dagger aimed at her chest. But if the new extermination boss was still alive, it was because Niffty was more "playing" with her prey than really trying to kill her.
"Do you really want to be killed by Niffty?" Vaggie asked as she grabbed her friend like a mad cat.
"At least she has the balls to do it." “She said scornfully again. Ignoring how in her head that little brat had taken away her boss and she had lost the chance to get revenge on her by breaking that sinner's skull.
"Lute, you're seriously in the shit; you're really sad."
"Do you want to tell me something new?" The angel just sighed, feeling exhausted and she stood up with some raw creaks and watching as some of her blood left a small golden trail.
"Look angelic bitch, listen to Vaggie and maybe you won't need Niff to see him." Husk yelled at her, resigned to supporting Vaggie in her new foray. Usually Charlie was the savior damsel, but now Vaggie saw Lute as an investment.
Lute fell for a moment in amazement at that; see Adam again...? What could mere sinners know about that? Once someone was killed by angelic weapons, no... Or maybe they were? Her assumptions exposed her to sinners.
"I don't..."
"No, no: you don't miss your boss personally. And I go and believe it."
"There are things that heaven is hiding from you Lute. But if you are willing to listen to us, maybe we can all gain something."
"And what was I supposed to gain?" She asked, very aware that they would surely ask to delay or, outright, cancel the exterminations indefinitely; something that would never happen under the new regime.
"You don't have much choice," she said, offering her hand, "just come with us."
Lute, with a mixture of doubt and disgust, looked at Vaggie's partially gray hand, which showed her fingers but covered most of her arm with an even grayer glove. Would all exorists really always wear gray? It seemed like a bad joke to him. What could they offer you? Give him details of what happened to the body of her boss? Was there any relevant reaction in his lifeless body?... Maybe there was a possibility of saving him? No, if that were the case, Sera would have said something to him; She would have looked for a way to bring him. Since he "disappeared" from heaven, they didn't know what to say to the residents of the clouds. Being her assistant and loyal follower, she could only pretend to shrug her shoulders and say "she took a vacation at the beach" while she resisted the urge to break down and cry.
Oh, the beach. If only Vaggie and her royal whore from hell knew who was on the beach now...
"What if you just want to trick me into killing me?" She questioned.
"If we kill you they will put someone else in your position; that doesn't solve anything." Vaggie explained. "My girl wants us all to be okay; she even trashes like you."
"Tsss; sure. And what do you think will be so important to me? Do you even have a magic wand to make me stop hating you and wanting to exterminate them all? You really are much stupider than before."
Lute was already ready to leave; She neither wanted nor could she rip off the heads of all the members of the trio.
"It's really Ash Girl!" Niffty jumped into the chat out of nowhere. "We literally have trash like you in the hotel. AND THEY WON'T LET ME CLEAN IT UP!"
Apparently Niffty's loose delusions released everything implicit in Husk and Vaggie's words. "What did she say...?" No, it wasn't possible... Or maybe it was?
She wanted to confirm it in Vaggie's look; and there she was, a non-vocal yes.
Lute agreed to take her hand; she now had to confirm it.
And fly to the sky to cut off Sera's head if she had hidden the possibility of seeing him from him, even for a moment.
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She was really starting to doubt her decision, but now that she was going down to hell again, to that disgusting battlefield that reminded her that she had been humiliated by a bunch of filthy sinners, she couldn't repent and just go back.
Everything had happened too quickly. After accepting, she herself took them to the place where they had stayed, because Vaggie's memory seemed atrophied in the old streets.
When she introduced herself silently and with the most dead and vacant look possible to Princess MorningStar, she only clasped her hands in curiosity, maintaining a kind smile as Vaggie took her to her side and explained her situation. Apparently Charlie was very excited by the "brilliant" idea of his beloved sinful and vile girlfriend, although it was all quite secret... although the sweet and stupid Seraphim Emily was also on the lookout; Apparently she had to authorize Lute to go down to whatever they had down there.
At that, Husk intercepted her, peering through her.
"You really have no idea, huh?"
"I imagine something..."
"How does it feel to be in love with an asshole jerk?"
Lute, who had not yet put on his helmet so as not to attract her attention, made the mistake of not hiding her snowy cheeks, which were now taking on the beautiful scarlet that plunged hell. "It's not like that... Adam was my teacher; haven't you ever admired anyone in your life?"
"Maybe; I don't like to think about my life. But when he fell, I didn't see the other crazy bitches run to catch him. And I certainly don't see He's waiting for someone else other than you."
"You speculate too much, sinner." She didn't want to admit it; because nothing and no one had really discovered them. With the facade of a lieutenant, they only thought that Lute was spoiled because of her position and that was it. It was normal for the best fighter to always be in "private training"; that after those long sessions she did not return to her apartment and had to stay with him; It was also normal for them to be "friends" (without the "boy" or "girl" at the end) who would go out for smoothies and dinner together. All of this was perfectly normal; just as all the exterminators stayed out of it so as not to piss off the two highest authority figures.
"I'll make it easier for you, girl. Call me Husk because where you're going, we're all that. And I recommend you behave better or else Charlie won't want your frigid bitch attitude down there."
"Okay, Husk. Then let me tell you that you don't need to tell me that I'm a frigid bitch at all. I'll settle with Lute." Clear; She wouldn't want someone inferior to her using her name, but it was better than insulting each other. "Isn't that what your hotel is all about? Empathy and stuff."
"Basically, yes."
Lute just rolled his eyes, as she crossed her arms and her foot betrayed her nerves. Did she really look frigid now...? Hell, she hadn't even thought about whether she was wearing her makeup properly, much less about getting a night of sex with an anonymous acquaintance at the bar.
Oh...if Husk the traitor bitch or even Charlie knew that side of her, they would present her to Asmodeus as a possible follower of that clown fornicator. But it wasn't her fault! Adam knew... let's say he understood her angelic anatomy better than the creator of angels himself.
All those nights, when the sky cooled and what humans knew as winter seemed to reproduce in the sky, there was no greater pleasure for Lute to lie on the golden wings of his boss, snuggling in those soft fluffy feathers and receiving caresses on his fringe. "On days like this, I want to eat apple pie; caramel apples; strudel...ah, that apple thing that's sweet too." He was so tender when he tried to flatter her with things he didn't know.
"Okay! Lute, you can come down with us now," Miss Butterflies and Rainbows spoke, "but if you try something violent," her eyes turned red and the demon horns she always hid overshadowed the angel, "I will kill you myself; Is it clear?"
Her desire to jump at his neck intensified; but she just sighed and nodded lazily. "It's clear."
"EXCELLENT!"Charlie jumped to hug her"; this will be so much fun! Come on guys! we're changing everything."
"Of course Charlie." Emily excitedly applauded her friend's action. "I would like to go with you too, but I have work with Saint Peter."
The excitement of both girls... it was just a game of theirs. Lute looked like he was going to burst out like an angry cat and jump at Charlie's neck. And Vaggie and Husk knew that Lute didn't give a damn about redemption; Her goal was to see what she had been promised.
"Okay group, we should go back to the hotel and tell everyone the good news." Miss Positiveness announced happily, as she freed Lute and left with her girlfriend, followed by the group and a younger Seraphim noticeably sad to see her satanic friend leave her.
The trip was so short that it did not deserve to be told. Nothing about a great portal from heaven that let angels fly like a flock of white crows ready to gouge out eyes. Just a vertical portal that left them all at the entrances of that well-built monstrosity. It was bigger now; with more bright, flashy elements than before and an insane amount of rooms. It really was terrifying.
Upon entering the lobby, two bubblegum pink figures practically jumped on the hotel's sinful residents.
"Husky! Were you able to find her? Was she okay?" Angel Dusk took the furry's shoulders. "Did you see Sir Pentious? How is he? Did you get my message to him?" But before the pink BFFs could satisfy their curiosity, both gazes focused on the figure that did not belong to the group of sinners.
"What the fuck is this bitch doing here?! Charlie, the little extermination whore, came undercover!" Angel shouted as he took out his lower arms. "Now I'm going to be able to get revenge on those whores!" Cherry Bomb took out two of her bombs and ignited them in record time.
"WOW! WOW! Calm down guys!" Charlie stood before the two friends ready to shed blood; and Lute, who had already taken the sword from her, without unfolding it. "She's good with us."
"BUT WHAT THE FUCK-?!" The duo just stood there with their mouths open while Charlie put out the fuses of the bombs with his thumbs. "Bitch don't touch my pumps again." Cherry was the first to snap out of her shock.
"It's also nice to see you again, junkies." She said with the sharpest sarcasm possible.
"And what does Adam's bitch have to do here?"
"Well, Angel, she's here because-" Cherry cut her off. "Did you get the faggots in heaven to give it to you to get revenge?"
"But what- no! She's here in peace."
"It's the worst idea in hell Charlie" Angel Dusk said shamelessly, touching Lute's nose. "She probably wants to avenge her stupid boss."
"Or maybe I'll end up destroying your dirty addicted whore ass."
Farther back, Alastor watched the scene with a raised eyebrow; deciding to approach because, as expected, he was clear about why Lute wanted to come here. Although it seemed strange to him; If Charlie found something useful in having her here, he wouldn't question her.
"Well, having a special exterminator in our ranks is not an everyday occurrence." Alastor's distorted radio voice made everyone turn their heads, which Husk took advantage of to grab Angel and take him away from everyone.
"Angel we better talk about your matter; she...she's very well, Angel." His beloved spider's eyes almost filled with tears. "We managed to find her because she...damn, she looks just like you. She just has four legs. She's pink and fluffy and so cute."
"Oh she- wait, you said I'm cute?" Dusk smiled maliciously at him. "Awww, my dear Husky, I love that you praise me like that. But let's talk about my sister." And so, the strange couple settled back into the hotel bar.
Returning focus to what was important, Alastor shook hands with Lute, kissing her as if he were a gentleman. "I know we have our differences, Miss Lute. But if you are here I assume her good faith," she gave him a very deep look, "and that she is willing to collaborate."
Lute just forced a smile on her lips. "That's how she is," she said as she separated and looked at Charlie. "I don't think we should waste our time, don't you?"
"I'm leaving then, ladies; Niffty, do you want to tell me how your adventure in heaven was?" A very exciting scream, added to the little maid hugging his boss, was the response he got, getting lost in the hallway.
"Oh of course. Come this way, Vaggie can you tell Cherry what happened?" His girlfriend was almost shocked by the request. "Do you want to go alone?... but-"
"You heard her, Vagina. You're going to tell me everything about Sir. Pentious." Bomb said as he dragged her next to her, wanting to gossip while Vaggie tried to get away. "Also, do you forget that your girlfriend is a powerful princess? Please tell me how he is."
And so Vaggie had to tell how happy, joyful and good life was in damned heaven. Although she didn't forget to tell him how much he missed her and that he hoped she would move up soon so he could take her out for coffee and talk about guns and stuff like that about her.
And then... Lute and Charlie were alone.
But not by much.
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The only way to take was a long hallway that led to a rather lonely area of the hotel (although there was only one follower now to try to renovate). Long scarlet hallways padded with rugs and beautiful paintings of... forests and rainbows? Alastor and Charlie seemed to have a little battle of tastes. And of course, it was all fucking awkward. Charlie's delicate steps contrasted with Lute's heel strikes. Although he didn't know the hotel, the exterminating angel seemed to lead the way.
"It really is..." She couldn't finish it; Or rather, she didn't want to ask. "Yes... we found it almost immediately after the reconstruction of the hotel. Isn't it nice?" “Ah…the woods are fine, I guess.
There Charlie saw something to talk to the girl about. "Have you been to one on Earth? I've been told that they are often terrifying and used in children's stories." Lute, not believing what he heard, allowed himself to fall before the implausibility of the situation; talk about forests with the third-fourth most hated person in the world. "Angels like me should not come down to earth." Charlie only responded with a soft, disappointed sigh... "But," Lute continued, "...Adam sometimes took me... "unofficially" to one. Was it in... "spring"? There were many trees with flowers... in fact I met apple blossoms." Lute's smile became involuntary. "Apple blossoms? Apples come from blossoms?" Lute looked at her from the side. "You didn't know? I thought your father was the Apple King or something." "Well, he likes apples, but not the tree as such." "That explains it....I guess."
They reached a long flight of brown stairs, as the talk of apples continued.
"And what are they like?" Charlie insisted on knowing. "Ah... well, the ones I saw had five points and were small; some white, and some pink like- well like your spider friend's hair." Charlie got excited like a little girl. "Oh! They must be beautiful, I would love to see them in reality..." "Can't you..." Couldn't the princess of hell get out of there?
"Well... no. Because I was born and am from here. I never had to leave; and I can't do it either. So I only know images and stories of sinners... it's like looking without having eyes."
Lute did not answer anything, with his mouth slightly open from what he had heard. "I... see... well, not everything is wonderful in the human world." "I know; free will, mistakes, problems that overcome good actions. I know how that works... But still, I want this place, beyond the hotel, to allow you to give a second chance; just having to take responsibility for your good attitude and finally being able to be happy... although neither you nor anyone in heaven believes me."
"Well it's... your thought is... it's something." She hated to think about it and she would never admit it, but for a moment Charlie's good will got to her core. Maybe redemption wasn't all bad... especially if it would pay him back.
Finally, they arrived at what was apparently a very large room. It had golden doors... but also scarlet. There were drawings of angels, but with horns and a tail. Lute was not liking any of this.
"Is within?" she asked as she analyzed the door. "It's a special area, he still doesn't accept the idea of being... part of us," he explained as he opened the doors, showing a long hallway dimly lit by what was apparently a window. "Lute he... has changed a lot now." ...is a sinner. You have to get the idea of how that...affects human souls."
"I am aware of that, Morning Star." He responded looking into her eyes. "Alright."
They both entered the hallway; What was apparently a window turned out to be some kind of special window that showed a fairly large room.
Adam....his Adam...or what had become his heavenly Adam was lying on his kingside bed...alone. He noticed how his clothes, previously white, were now gray and full of cuts and tears. Religious symbols and details were crossed out with red or burned directly. In fact, her entire clothing was lighter, showing off the body Lute knew very well; not very obese, more well defined and strong.
He wasn't wearing a helmet, it didn't make sense for him to do so, revealing his now grayish skin and eyes... Oh Jesus, why were his beautiful golden eyes now red?... It was his Adam, but with wings of red and black feathers. instead of its beautiful white color.
Lute's eyes finally betrayed her to Charlie, as her hands gently touched the glass that allowed her to see him.
"Because...?" Charlie replied: "He has more power than any average sinner... it's to make sure he's okay. He doesn't like visitors... he's been very isolated."
Charlie, with her typical compassion, placed her hand on Lute's shoulder, wanting to comfort her. "I know... he looks different. But—" Lute interrupted him "It's him... it's Adam." She didn't care about what he looked like, they were tears of happiness...happiness to have him alive. That his soul still existed on a mortal plane.
He, not knowing that the only person who loved him in the world had literally gone to hell to see him, sat up on top of his body, yawning with annoyance before going to bed. Looking closely, his teeth were now small golden spikes, like those on his previously destroyed mask. That seemed kind of cute to Lute.
Adam entered what appeared to be a bathroom. Which Charlie took advantage of to tell Lute to enter the room.
"W-wait," Lute stopped her. "Let me fix the- you know." With her hand she made a gesture surrounding her face with new crying marks. "Oh sure! Wait if you want I can help you."
Lute tried to refuse but Charlie with a little of her demonic magic left her as good as new; although the swelling in her eyes did not completely disappear.
"Uh... this..." Lute wanted to thank; although she found it difficult to say it because of her own pride. "Oh, don't worry; he's the same. You don't have to thank him." Lute's smile at being compared and equaled to Adam was unexpected.
Charlie took her arm and they reached Adam's door, who had already returned to her bed with the deadest look possible.
In front of the door, he knocked with some force (although he has a fake mirror in his room to keep an eye on it, you must always respect the privacy of the hotel residents).
"Adam! you're there- oh right, you always are."
There was a bit of silence... "It's not like I want to or can leave, bit- Charlie!" It seems that Lute's former boss should behave better with the hotel owner. "What do you want?.
For Lute, hearing her voice was a soft caress on his eardrums; like listening to an old song again that you heard ten years ago and never knew the name of it; but now you can play it again as many times as you want.
"I have... ah... Someone here," Lute asked for discretion, "who wants to see you!"
More silence; but this time it was longer because that seemed really strange to Adam. He hadn't been very staunch about redemption or getting involved to talk to those at the hotel. Alastor hated him; Angel Dusk occasionally ran into him at the bar and they talked about cocks. Husk, as always, seemed to be the easiest of everyone there to have chats with; Niffty tormented him while Vaggie remained diplomatic; and Charlie seemed to be trying not to screw him up enough. She had not succeeded as much as he had hoped, though.
Maybe one of his old acquaintances from heaven...? No, as far as he knew, his becoming a sinner is like a state secret. Nothing and no one should know beyond Sera, because of what Charlie told him about wanting to "redeem" him (maybe when they let him go out drinking with Angel Dusk, he can ask Miss flowers of joy and redemption). Maybe... it would be her?... «No; That is impossible Adam. Lute must be waiting in heaven to come back and slaughter everyone here... When she sees you like this... like a filthy sinner, she will only have the minimum compassion for you to end your suffering. »
For a single moment, all those memories of Lute came back to scratch at his insides. How he missed DangerTits; Being the first human in heaven was great; his army, power and respect. He enjoyed all of that like no one else could. but being
She begged God, Jesus, even Sera or any cherub for some way to get him out of there for a moment to see her. Of course he would never admit it; He pretended to be an idiot who had no attachment to anything; After losing two traitorous wives, it took him centuries to think of a way to allow himself to love another female. And suddenly? Lute was sleeping next to her, nestled in her large wings after a night of brutal sex. She knew how to move, what pose to take and, above all, what to say to the most self-centered man in the world. "The first great cock of humanity is filling me with its offspring!" "Oh fuck me with your big penis, Master" "Oh you are the sex god Adam, please ride me every night"; sweet words that only made the first man fill her with her children and see those tits that he was increasingly sure were a danger to her mental health. She really missed her... the perfect angel-woman that heaven gave her; now hopefully she would cut his throat sometime soon. Redemption wouldn't be something that worked to be able to see either; Even if she returns to heaven, she would see him as another dirty sinner who was taken to heaven by the wishes of Miss Hero Princess.
"So... can this person come into your room?" Charlie brought him back to the sad reality where he couldn't fuck Lute's throat against a wall. "Yeah, whatever."He simply laid down on his bed with his back to her."Could you... give us some time alone?" Lute requested, "without, you know, watching us?""Oh, sure, sure... ah... when you want to leave, just touch the button inside, he'll surely tell you."
Lute gave him a soft, warm smile; she hated feeling like the damn princess from hell was liking her. "Thank you, Charlie."Charlie with a smile pushed Lute into the room, raising both thumbs up in encouragement and closing the door.
A dead silence was what Lute received. She stood stoically at the entrance, watching as her boss now also had a black demon tail with a red tip; something unpleasant and tender at equal levels.
Adam, returning to his role as a proud and selfless man, did not tilt his head even a little at the unknown presence.
Lute swallowed, he didn't know what to do. Her body controlled every impulse to jump to hug him and ask him to hold her once more.
She tried to open her mouth, but only a very quiet, broken breath came out of her throat.
"So? Who of all the idiots are you? Because if you're Dusk I already told you that I don't like-"
"It's me, Adam..."
That voice... that feminine and elegant doll voice. Only one of her subordinate bitches could use her name without being scolded by the main exterminator... will it be possible?
When he got out of bed and turned around, she was there; she standing, with her eyes wide open and somewhat red. She held her own hands as her jaw dropped and her chest swelled in surprise. "Lute...my number one girl." He did listen to the impulses of her body, wanting to get closer to the beautiful girl who had not lost a bit of her beauty and grace since losing her; However, in her eyes he found her analyzing him, actively recognizing her new appearance.
Adam stepped back, thinking about Lute's rejection of seeing him as one of those dirty sinners who used to kill together. Another woman who abandoned him for being unpleasant; well, maybe he deserved it... nah! All the bitches didn't know how to appreciate humanity's first DickMaster.
But Lute broke the tradition of the previous two harlots, approaching Adam until they were face to face.
Being closer to his beloved boss, he could notice that he now looked handsome with those pointy teeth and that he had kept his hair gray. Oh...but his eyes. Those fiery Rubis, who should at least have a little happiness in Lute's opinion, were just afraid... afraid? afraid of her? of her motivations for being there?
But she only reached out with her gloved hand, cupping his pale cheek and caressing it carefully; ensuring that he wasn't a hologram, a well-made trap or just one of those dreams that tormented her.
Adam, for her part in the reunion, only took her hand, also ensuring that she was not terrified or in the mood to cut his throat.
It didn't take more than a second for both of them to jump into each other's arms, melting into a hug so tight that Lute's ribs cracked. She clung to her neck, sniffing him; No longer ribs but some burnt meat. He? He took her by her hip, enjoying feeling the most sensual angel in the world again in her power. How she had missed feeling like she was his; that only her hands could hold her in her arms and prevent her from suffering. Because of the force that Lute exerted on him, she decided to sit on her bed, but without moving even a millimeter away from her.
"Lord...Adam...I..." she couldn't say anything. "Apple pie... you don't know how fucked up it has been without being able to hit those tits hard." With a goofy smile, Adan planted a kiss on her that she more than gladly reciprocated, although the asshole comment he said made her step back hurt; Of course she loved the cheeky Adam, but now was not the time so she gave him the worst look of disappointment and anger she could afford. "Sorry, sorry. It's been hard weeks without being able to have a beautiful body to adore." He apologized to anyone's surprise; including Lute. With both hands he sat her on her lap, without moving her away from her so that she could see him well and talk. `
Unintentionally and due to the force of her emotional reunion, with her sharp teeth she had hurt his tongue by mistake, letting angelic blood stain the lips of her precious one. "Sorry about that Lute... I still have to get used to this sinner's body."
She ignored the injury, finally blurting out a few words. "When I saw you..." The tears spoke for themselves; Her pride made her turn her head away so as not to be seen. "When I saw you die alone... I wanted Vaggie's bitch to cut my throat, I didn't want to live without you... without my master."
"Seeing you was the last thing I did, Apple... the last image of my number one girl. But those tears don't fit the biggest bitch of extermination." She blushed a little, "although she was worried about you, I could see that you smiled..."
They smiled at each other, kissing passionately again as he grabbed her hip again. The mutual questions they asked were nothing out of this world; how was each other? what had happened to him? why she was in the hotel and what she was doing now, having to answer with regret that she was the new exterminator in charge.
"Sera gave you my position? That's great, Babe." Adam looked very proud and was already projecting future plans that Lute surely had in her psyche. "Oh I can imagine you coming here and the other whores-"
"No... there will be more exterminations Adam."
"What the fuck?! Did she convince Charlie?" His number one girl looked him in the eyes with her characteristic seriousness. "I just decided; I'm not going to bring death to this disgusting place if it means losing you, sir."
"Bitch you can't do that! Without the exterminations-" Lute interrupted him with a shout: "If you die you won't be with me! I won't risk losing you again. If the exterminations are a problem I'll finish them myself; if hell "It's dangerous, I'll kill all your enemies and if... if it's necessary for me to stand guard at the door to protect you, you'll have me 24 hours a day - but I'm not going to -"
A deep kiss silenced Lute's passionate screams, who only closed his eyes, enjoying that heat again. Adam knew it; that crazy supremasist who would abandon all her ideals for him was what he would call, in any case, his ideal woman; one who really wanted to be by his side, even if was the fucking hell.
"You really are my girl, Lute..." Pride was leaving him a little... he had already lost her once; now he couldn't afford not to say the best words to her; That "take advantage of the time with those you love" from the positive princess seemed to make sense.
"I love you, Adam... I love you so much that..." the tears came again. "You're a bit forgetful, bitch," he interrupted her, "I already told you that it burns my balls to see you cry. The sexiest Angel in the world should never cry."
"Tsk... an angel who is far from you..." in a fit of madness, the exorsist took her black halo, ready to split it in half; if being a fallen angel would force her to be down there; At least she could be in her arms forever. But Adam managed to stop her before that, climbing on top of her and falling on the bed as if it were a silly teenage romance movie about her.
"WHAT THE FUCK LUTE?! DON'T YOU EVER DO THAT AGAIN!" He managed to make her release the black ring and immobilized her. "I want to be with you! It's no use being an exorcist or an angel if I can't be with you!" Adam's heart (or whatever she has inside her) trembled as he heard her; But if Charlie's lessons were of any use, it was not to be a selfish bag of shit. "We don't know if angels can go back to heaven Lute! If this redemption shit works on me I won't be able to take you with me! And I won't condemn you to this pit of red shit!"
Lute stopped struggling when he heard what she said; If she was right and returned to heaven (which even Sera was planning) it would be a problem if she stayed in hell like Vaggie. "Do you understand?" Adam asked her. "Yes, I understand." And he just kissed her, as if to say "good obedient girl." She just smiled sideways, finally hearing the words she had most wanted to hear for the last time: "I love you too, Lute. Please, never leave me... even if you are in heaven, where you deserve." She smiled at him, playing with her cheek, "I'll come whenever I get the chance...although I admit that your apartment in the sky wasn't as big as this bedroom."
Lute raised her arms around Adam's neck, bringing him closer to her mouth while he played with the horns of his recovered lover, and he squeezed her thighs with impure carnal desires that well... now corresponded to where were you.
"How long-?" Lute interrupted him with another kiss; She knew that she was going to ask him "whatever I want. It's not permanent but I do tell those idiots that I won't bring any more exterminations if they let me come see you." "Oh, my girl always has a excelent plan."
After weeks without any real sexual contact, their masters looked at each other and smiled, knowing what they would do first.
She got off the bed, kneeling on the edge of it as he wrapped his legs around her and lifted her tunic. "Draw out your deadly weapons, Dangertits; I've only been able to fantasize about them." "Your wishes are orders, DickMaster."
Adam could only laugh excitedly at the nickname and the wonderful sight of Lute's pale breasts, fucking her throat was both of their favorite things. And as his new, more "monstrous" penis was presented, Lute seemed to glow with lust at the thought of having it inside every possible hole.
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"Could someone explain to me... WHY THE HELL DO WE SEE THEM FUCK?!" Vaggie, horrified by seeing Adam's damn dick, just turned her head in disgust. "I don't even know what the fuck we're doing here."
"We already told you, Vaggie-darling; we had to make sure those two didn't do anything against the hotel," Alastor said as he turned his neck 180 degrees. "And from what we could HEAR, she already renounced the exterminations for her little human-sinner love."
"I'm more surprised that she used the not-selfish thing!" Charlie applauded. "He did pay attention to me." His girlfriend interrupted her. "Honey that's not so important now-"
"I'm surprised that bitch angel's breasts are so big," said Husk, "it seems like angels have very tight bras."
"Stop looking at her tits, Husky if you have my soft fluffy chest." Angel said as he stroked himself. "Although I recognize that Adam can continue to show off his member freely."
"You're unfathomable, Angel."
"Oh, oh, oh, now he's the one stabbing her! HA HA HA! BUT I DO IT BETTER!" Niffty watched through the glass as Adan filled Lute's throat with thrusts with a force that almost made her gag.
Certainly, that fuck was going to be the hotel's biggest one for a long time; at least now the exterminations would be canceled, as long as those two self-centered lunatics wanted to fuck each other while denying others that they love each other.
Now Hazbin Hotel had not only redeemed a sinner, brought the first man to hell; convinced the first man to redeem himself and brought in an exterminator on terms of peace; He had gotten an angel fucked by the first human on earth. Big changes were coming.