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Falling.
In a black void.
It was the only thing that her pained body managed to register. That and the sensations that struck her.
Emily felt as if her entire body was engulfed in flames, the smell of smoke, charcoal, and flames wafting through her nose. Emily grit her teeth to try and bear through the entire pain. It felt like the pain was trying its best to seep into her spirit. She could hear something within her head, whispering to her that she knew better than Sera. She didn't. She was nearly two centuries old. That was nothing compared to Sera's lengthy existence. Emily, with all her might, resisted it.
Pride.
The next experience was like being thrown into sticky honey, slow and agonizingly long. The next sensation after that assaulted her nose. It was a sweet scent, sickly so. Sweet like honey, perhaps even sweeter. Despite the intensity of the sweetness, or perhaps because of it, Emily found herself wanting more and more of that sensation, waves of dopamine being released from her brain. Another whisper, telling her to to indulge in everything she wan--No! Control. Emily had to remain in control of herself. She clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms, summoning all her willpower not to succumb to that addicting and exhilerating feeling.
Gluttony.
The next sensation was much different than the previous one. Similar, but different. All of a sudden, Emily felt as if she should keep her possessions, her secrets, her knowledge, all to herself simply for the sake of keeping it to herself. No. That wasn't right. People deserved to feel joy, to feel her joy. It was what she was made for. To keep people happy. Emily had to remind herself of that. That people deserved to have joy and hope.
Greed.
The next sensation more or less interfered with her mind and body. It was hard to describe, but it felt like a warm feeling sprouting within herself. All of a sudden, Emily's mind began to wander out of her control, sweat beginning to form on her forehead. Her mind wandered to individuals that she had met in Heaven, admiring their beauty. Emily thought they looked pretty but never looked beyond that, and her mind found itself wandering what it would be to hold them in her arms, to rake her fingers through her hair, to take in their perfume, to feel her body press against them and for her to...No! Emily, steadied her breathing again, refocusing her thoughts once again as she struggled to maintain focus.
Lust.
The next sensation was like a crashing weight upon her, causing Emily to physically fall even faster. It wasn't one that didn't hurt, exactly. On the contrary, it was one that made her want to relax. Surprisingly, something pleasing to the nose hit her. Something relaxing. Emily recognized it as lavender. To let the worries of today just be left for tomorrow, or to let someone else take care of it. The idea sounded nice, but Emily knew that it wasn't the case. The whole reason she tried to expose the Exterminations was because if she didn't do it, who would? Emily needed to act because souls, damned or not, were counting on her. She couldn't let anyone do the job.
Sloth.
The next sensation after that was much different than before. It felt like she was sinking in water, something akin to salty water wafting through her nose. A tiny voice whispered in Emily's ear, saying that, no matter how great Sera would be at her job, Emily would always be able to do better. After all, Emily would've been able to a greater job than Sera at promoting peace betwern Heaven and Hell. She would've succeeded at creating a place where Sinner's would be capable of redeeming themselves. But maybe Sera would've been able to handle the situation better, though. She was much older and wiser than her.
Envy.
The next sensation was much more brutal, crashing harder as well. A torrent of pure, blistering heat struck her, getting a scream of pure agony for her. Whispers struck in her head, demanding to inflict her anger on those that ripped off her wings, to those that stripped her of her divinity, to strike at those with an all-encompassing fury that threatened to devour those that scorned her. A wave of fury rushed through her body as Emily forced herself to remain calm, the anger wreaking havoc, spreading through her body like a disease would when infecting cells.
But Emily had every right to be angry. Sera had demanded a yearly slaughter of souls, Adam and Lute, for whatever reason, derived a sick sense of thrill from the idea of just killing tortured souls. Emily wantes to help them but she couldn't. She failed. She failed the people of Hell. She felt angry at herself.
Wrath...
The last two things Emily felt was her back colliding into something hard and the pain that grew from the wounds where her wings should be, pain that erupted like a volcano. She could do nothing as slumber overtook her.
Carmilla Carmine had took a sip of her coffee, the bittery-taste and caffeine was a good way to get a great jolt into her system, and typing away at her computer, making sure that everything was in order. Just a couple of weeks ago, Carmilla had received a visit from a former exorcist, Vaggie. The visit was primarily about requesting her help for the oncoming Extermination, which was just a little over a month now. Surprising even herself, Carmilla found herself agreeing. Since then, the Fallen Angel has been making routine visits for training when it came down to polishing her fighting-style.
As of now, she just had to make a few orders regarding her weapons forged out of angelic steel and send them to the 'Hazbin Hotel'. Bit of a strange name but who was she to judge.
In an instant, Carmilla felt her phone vibrate with a notification. Knowing that the only people that had her phone number was Zestial and her daughters, she knew it had to be one of them. Taking her phone out of her pocket, Carmilla saw that her daughter, Odette, had took a picture and sent it to her, with only a single, professional text with only four words. 'What should we do?'
The picture was shown to be a humanoid individual. The most that she could make out about her appearance was her skin, hair, and clothing. Her skin was in a silvery-shade, perhaps a bit darker than traditional silver. Her hair was a gradient of periwinkle to white, from bottom to top. Her outfit was more of a gown in a regal way, composed of whites, sky-blues and a diamond pattern at the end of her gown. However, what drew her attention were the numerous of wounds scattered across her body, which naturally pierced through the fabric of her dress. The worst of the wounds seemed to be the ones on her back, six of them, which were all gushing blood. What drew her attention was the fact that the blood wasn't the colour red, belonging to Sinner's, or even the colour black belonging to Hellborn, but it was a golden colour, a shimmering one.
She was an Angel.
Immediately, Carmilla was on edge. An Angel, in Hell, so close to Extermination Day could've just been purely coincidence. However, she was not a woman to take chances. She was one of the more...fair...of Overlords, but if this Angel proved to be a danger to her daughters, there would be nothing to stop this Angel from meeting her demise at the end of a blade. Carmilla had swiftly typed away on her phone, sending her daughter a message. 'Get her to the nearest medical facility. I'll meet you two there.'
Carmilla waited for a response and got it. 'Understood, mother.'
Instantly, Carmilla had sent a message to a few of her employees and delegated her current responsibilities to said employees. As soon as that was done, Carmilla immediately left her office and went straight to her car. Turning the fob, the engine started up with a powerful roar. Just another thing she has to deal with.
Pentagram City was quite literally divided into a pentagram, with each part of it being ruled by an Overlord. When an Overlord runs sections of those parts, they are considerably much more organized and less...chaotic. Much less than they actually are. Thankfully, Carmilla had managed to organize the chaos so there was no issue with the traffic, beyond a few issues with roadkill and corpses, per usual. Soon, she ended up at one of her medical facilities.
Carmilla stepped out of the car, her steel ballet shoes dinging against the brimstone floor as she walked over to her medical facility. Whenever she has any work-related incidents, and she did have them, they were sent to a medical facility, often because they have improperly handled materials and tools. She had them close by just in case. However, given the fact that she sometimes has very...unstable employees, there were often rooms safeguarded for the sole purpose of restraining such individuals.
As soon as the doors opened automatically for her, Carmilla took in the sterile and white environment. At the sight of her, the employees began to work faster, something Carmilla had smiled at. Despite being a less cruel Overlord than the others, she can still be a very terrifying and unmerciful individual to cross. Glad to know that people still remember that.
"Mother!" Carmilla's bold red eyes looked over to Clara and smiled warmly. Her daughter had a puce-shade for her skin, with eyes that matched her own. Her hair was white with a pair of black horns, while her outfit was plain and casual. A turtleneck sweater with no sleeves and cropped, a pair of white socks that went over the knees with black ballet shoes made out of angelic steel.
"Mi hija, can you explain to me what the situation is?" Carnilla asked as the two began walking, her employees moving out of the way to make room for the employer.
"We were just returning from a deal that we made with some of the local mafia only we ended up hearing a huge crash," Clara explained. "It ended up being very close to us so we decided to investigate to see if it was trouble, only we found the Angel."
"And has the Angel woken up yet?" Carmilla asks.
"Not yet. The injuries she suffered are bad, especially the ones that she has on the back," Clara said. "Odette thinks that's where her six wings should be?"
"Six?" Carmilla quirked an eyebrow at that. "She's supposed to have six wings?"
Summoning her knowledge on Angels, she realized that this Angel must've been a Seraphim. How strange, of all the Angels Heaven decided to send down, it had to be a Seraphim.
"Yep, Odette triple-checked just to be sure," Clara said. "You know how she is with order and facts."
"What I want to know is if this Angel is a threat," Carmilla said firmly, her intent clear. "Is she a fighter of any means?"
Clara shook her head. "Big Sis had to remove her clothing to help with the wounds and also had to check her physique."
"And?"
"Beyond an athletic figure, the girl is clearly not a fighter," Clara said. "She probably flies and runs around a whole bunch up in Heaven but probably not trained for being an Exorcist."
"Perhaps a scout then," Carmilla theorizes.
"Probably, but that wouldn't explain her injuries or the halo," Clara said.
Carmilla quirked an eyebrow as Clara explaines further. "It was crushed into bits and we tried to grab it only for it to crumble into dust. There's also the fact that there would be no point in sending an injured scout to Hell. If they did that so the Angel can get sympathy, then it was a dumbass idea."
"Agreed," Carmilla nodded. Hell was a place of cruelty and punishment, meaning that sympathy was very hard to come by. Perhaps Carmilla would sympathise with the Angel if it wasn't for the fact that she needed answers. Answers that she can't get at the moment.
"We're here," Clara says as they reached a reinforced steel door. Carmilla knocked a few times, the steel ringing, as she heard the locks come undone. After the door was pulled open, Odette stepped out.
Odette was much more professional, even outside of work. Her form was thinner than her sister's, while having chalk-white skin and long pale-blond hair, with matching red eyes as Carmilla and her sister. She was the only one in the family to wear glasses, which had red-tinted lenses. She wore a black turtleneck sweater underneath her white labcoat, a pair of black tights and white ballet shoes, similar to her own.
"El cariño, please explain to me the extent of this Angel's injuries," Carmilla explained.
Odette merely nodded as she guided her mother and sister into the reinforced room. Once the two were in, Odette grabbed a hold of the handle and shut the door. Now that Carmilla had the chance to actually see her, she was a rather adorable little Angel. None of the sharp angular features were present on her face, similar to Vaggie's features. Instead, there was softer, more rounded features. The silvery-white freckles on her cheeks accentuated that. Her dress was also done away with, now in a basic hospital gown. But that also meant that Carmilla could see her injuries.
On the left cheek was a patch of gauze, a golden bloodied mark visible and taped to her flesh. Her left arm was also covered in bandages, only leaving her elbow visible. Carmilla's eyes were directed to the right hand, the palm wrapped around in gaze. Looking at the gauze, there was a bloodied mark on both the back and palm of her right hand. Injuries on both sides, maybe? That wouldn't explain the wrapping when patches would've been used. Underneath the gown was even more bandages, covering her neck and quite possibly to her waist. And that was just all Carmilla could actually see.
"I would like a whole list of her injuries, please," Carmilla said
Quickly, Odette grabbed her medical tablet as she began to explain the various amounts of injuries, which was quite a few mind you.
"There are a great deal of bruises, cuts, and lacerations that have been dealt to her flesh, the more minor ones having been regenerated thanks to her magic," Odette said in a professional tone. "Some of the more severe ones would be the wound in her right hand. Whatever had been done went straight through it. Another injury would be one that went straight from her left shoulder all the way to her right hip, cutting across her chest."
Carmilla had to suppress a growl within her chest from that. Leave it to Heaven to have such cruelty. Heaven always liked to prove that they were better than Hell in every way. One would think that they would be exempt from the cruel treatment one would endure if they dared to stray outside of their design, but apparently not.
"That's just the damage done to her flesh. She still has a few injuries that, from my analysis, seemed to have been done by angelic weaponry," Odette then switched her tablet to a different screen: an x-ray, and showed the image to her mother. "Damages done to her skeleton include multiple fractures across her legs and a few broken ribs. It would seem that, despite the injuries being caused by blessed weaponry, they are on their way to being healed. Fragments of bone belonging to her ribs seemed to have moved themselves back into place and are on their way to healing themselves."
Carmilla frowned at that. The injuries were caused by weapons made out of angelic metal, so how could it be possible that she was recovering from those injuries? Maybe it was because she was a Seraphim? Carmilla hadn't considered that, but it was actually concerning that angelic steel could be warded off by angels that are higher-up than basic Exorcists.
"The worst part would be the injuries on her back, right where her wings should be," Odette then flicked to a different image, this one showing her spinal chord. There were certain parts of the bone sticking out as well. This was where Odette's more professional face shifted slightly. But Carmilla caught it. She knew her daughter well enough to know the shift in her behaviour. The very slight wrinkling of her nose and the way that her normally thin line of a mouth curled downwards indicated something else. Disgust. Odette was very much more in control of her emotions but they slipped once in a while during business hours. "Because of the fact that there are some winged-Demons in Hell, we know that wings are connected to the spinal chord. After analyzing the injuries, I've managed to determine that the wings were not sliced off, but ripped off."
Carmilla sneered at that. It reminded her of when Vaggie had confided into her about her wings, that Adam's right-hand Exorcist, Lute, had painfully ripped off her wings. Carmilla cannot even begin to describe the disgust and audacity of such an act. It was beyond a violation. To have that happen to six wings was disgusting. However, since the wings were ripped off, there is the slight chance that they will grow back. They did the exact same thing for Vaggie and the former Exorcist wasn't exactly high up on the hierarchy in Heaven. Exorcists sat fairly low on the totem pole.
"How much has she recovered since she landed?" Carmilla asked.
"She'll be awake in a few hours, by my estimate, if that's what you were asking," Odette said as she adjusted her glasses. "Injuries wise, it will take perhaps...a full week, maybe more, to fully recover. Her wings might take longer. I...wish I was an expert on Angel biology."
During the last Extermination, Carmilla ended up killing an Exorcist. Odette, with her interest in biology, decided to take away the corpse for her own study. But between taking the time in deciphering the biology and her actual business duties in the company in Carmine Industries, Odette had very little time in her study.
Carmilla remained silent at the information before she responded. "I'll remain here at the facility to check up on the workers here to make sure they aren't slacking in any way. Clara, you go along with your duties back at the compound. Odette, you'll remain here with the Angel. Use handcuffs made out of angelic steel if you have to."
Odette nodded as she typed away at her tablet before switching it off. Odette watched her mother and sister walk out of the door and it shut with a resounding slam. Even though it was just the weight, Odette felt slightly disturbed.
Odette kept a close eye on the Angel, making sure that the Angel's vitals were safe and secure. Her heart-rate would spike every now and then, the heavenly being's face would scrunch up during those times. After watching the way that her eyes seemed to be moving during those moments, Odette realized that the Angel was...asleep. REM, she realized. Perhaps it was her own way of preserving energy, not unlike hibernation, or a way to accelerate her healing process. Odette wrote this down as 'fascinating', under a file called 'Angel Biology'. Odette was fascinated since she was so used to learning about Demon Biology and it varies between Demon's so Odette knew nothing about an actual Angel.
Carmilla, true to her word, stayed here to keep an eye on her workers. Despite Carmilla often worrying about Odette and her life, she also understood that Odette is an adult and a capable fighter. So she left responsibility to Odette, confident in her ability to restrain the Angel if needed. Clara was also back at the main compound, covering for their mother in her responsibilities or, at the very least, ensure that people weren't slacking off. Despite being the 'party girl' of the two, Clara did have the sense to be responsible. The employees also stay very clear of this section of the medical facility, knowing that a single person here could be very unstable.
But that meant that...Odette was the only person around when the Angel woke up.
Odette was typing away on her tablet again, completely oblivious to the fact that the Angel was waking up. The only reason she realized was because the Angel started groaning, grabbing Odette's attention. Like a frame skipping, Odette's head turned to the Angel and she could see eyes of a beautiful shade of yellow, like amber, perhaps a shade or two darker, but not quite the shade of something malicious, with slitted pupils like a reptilian. Her sclera was a light, dusty gold, reminding Odette of the sands one can find in the mortal realm. It stood out from her hair if she was being honest. Such an odd design choice for an Angel.
The heavenly being blinked groggily as she raised her left arm to block the light out of her eyes. However, that proved to be a mistake as the Seraphim let out a wince of pain, gritting her teeth as her wounds flared up. Odette watched as her breathing accelerated, her chest rising up and down continuously, and knew she had to do something. Regardless if she was an Angel, she needed to know if she was safe or not.
Odette, reacting swiftly, had placed a hand on her head and whispered in a calm voice. "Listen, it's okay. No one will hurt you here." However, seeing that it wasn't working as well, she knew she had to try a different strategy. "Listen, I'm going to need you to focus for me. Focus on and list five things that you can see."
'Five things?' Emily thought, realizing that it was the 5-4-3-2-1 Coping Technique. Emily had often used it in order to help Sera when the work that she had often grew too much to her when managing her duties as the Head Seraphim, although she did get more anxious in more recent years. Still, it had helped the angel wonders in getting through the day and managing her anxiety. Those times was where her feathers seemed to be ready to fall off at a moment's notice.
In an instant, Emily tried her very hardest to steady herself, her breathing. Her eyes opened to see the sterile and white room, something that slightly unnerved her, if she was being honest. Now she just had to list five things. Easy.
Number 1: a pencil was lying on a table next to her, focusing on the dull writing point and the slightly chipped wood that made up of most of its body. The rubber at the opposite end was slightly used, showing some wear and tear.
Number 2: the light that was above her. Staring at it was fairly easy, not something that damaged her eyes because her birthplace was completely made of light. Even at nighttime, there was a different brightness to Heaven that seamed beautiful in its own way.
Number 3: She could see a strand of her hair, the pastel periwinkle that she always remembered, always there. It always remained the same from the very beginning of her existence to the present.
Number 4: Emily could see a set of surgical tools, a gleaming silver-grey colour, brighter than her own skin. The light from the bulb above her reflected off of it.
Number 5: The person that was currently holding a hand against her forehead. In an instant, Emily's built up composure was shattered as she took in the sights. Eyes of red that engulfed the part where white was supposed to be, white skin that seemed way to pale to be healthy, a thin figure that made her seem malnourished but she didn't look like it.
Emily didn't realize that she trailed off when she felt her claws run through her hair, the nails too sharp, yet it grounded her in some way. It felt strange for the Demon to be doing this, as if they weren't sworn enemies, as if they weren't the concept of light and purity versus the concept of darkness and sin, as if Angel's weren't responsible for murding potentially thousands of tortured, yet poor, souls. Then she spoke, calming, almost soothing. "Have you got your five things to see?"
Emily nodded, a slight shake to the gesture. She just hoped the demon didn't catch on to it.
"Good. Now I'm going to need you to focus on four things that you can feel," The Demon asked.
Now it was four things. Still easy.
Number 1: Her hair. But it didn't feel like it was normal. Maybe it was the blood that had gotten into her hair, but it felt clumpy. A good shower would help...probably. Unless it was something else. She just hoped that it wasn't something else.
Number 2: The cold steel belonging to the railing of her bed. Emily always liked a nice chill. The warmth of Heaven was nice, but Emily loved the nighttime more. The chill was much more relaxing there. Sometimes, after spending quite a bit of time lifting people's spirits up, she would have a walk through a park through the Promenade and have a seat on a bench, relaxing and enjoying the chill. It was one of her favourite things to do.
Number 3: There was the pain, and by extension, emptiness, in her back. The rest of her body ached in injury but the ones on her back hurt. When Emily was still learning how to fly, it was her Aunt Raphy that would mend her broken bones and hurt flesh. Pain was not unfamiliar to her, but never in her existence had she felt pain this bad. She wished she could make it go away. But the pain, in a backwards kind of way, grounded her.
Number 4: The rubber feeling on her elbow. Looking at the source, she saw the Demon's hand resting against the elbow of her left arm and she could see the bandages that made her arm look mummified.
A quick turn to the demon and Emily nodded again. "Three things you can hear."
Number 1: The air conditioning active in the background. Sometimes it would rumble with metal and Emily would find her head twisting sharply towards the ventilation. Goodness, she was so incredibly jumpy. What was wrong with her? She's not normally this way.
Number 2: She can hear the wind blowing out of the ventilation, a slight hiss through the wind every now and then. Once again, something that made her jumpy.
Number 3: She can hear the Demon's breathing against her cheek, soft and controlled. It was...surprisingly soothing in a way.
Another nod. "Two things that you can smell.
Number 1: The scent of blood. Her blood. It didn't carry the metallic nature of the blood of mortals. Hers was different. Emily never smelt it before but Aunt Raphy would always compare it to grape juice. Ironically, her favourite flavour was grapes. The fact that she smelt her own blood should've repulsed her but the reminder of her favourite scent relaxed her.
Number 2: Lavender. It threw her off for a moment because, in a hospital, you would expect something sterile and clean. But she definitely smelt lavender. She realized that it was the Demon's perfume. Why was she so focused on the Demon herself? Maybe it was because she was just stressed
One last nod. "Something you can taste."
A lick of her lips confirmed that she was thirsty. "Dry."
The Demon nodded and stood up. "I'll get you something to drink. Wait here for a moment."
The demon walked over to a nearby cupboard and grabbed a glass cup from it. Emily watched her as she walked over to a nearby sink and turned on the tap. Running water always soothed Emily. After all, she was one of the Angels most associated with the concept of flowing water. It was expected because she got it from her mother, Gabriel. Emily also found it odd that there was a slight metallic clink everytime the Demon took a step. Emily saw that the Demon had returned with a glass of water and Emily graciously took it with a thank you.
The water hit her tongue and there was something delicious about drinking water after your mouth was bone dry. The chilled water ran down her throat, her mouth no longer feeling like sandpaper. By the time she was done, Emily was left satisfied and handed the glass back to the Demon.
"Where...am I?" Emily asked. She just hoped that the Demon didn't exactly say that she was in Hell. Emily, while sometimes scatterbrained, was not an idiot. The mere fact that she vividly remembered falling through a portal after Lute ripped off her wings (she shivered at that memory), the mere fact that a Demon was tending to her was proof enough, even though she was still trying to wrap her head around that last bit.
"You're in one of my mother's medical facilities," The Demon replied. "We had found you after you had collided through multiple buildings. You're lucky you're an Angel, otherwise your recovery wouldn't be as swift."
Emily was silent for a few seconds, pondering what to even say. What could she say? Eventually, she settled on a single response. "Can I have another glass of water please?"
The Demon nodded again and quickly brought her another glass. Emily kept the glass in her hands. For a moment, she was worried her control over water wouldn't work. She didn't know if she had been stripped of her powers. She did feel the water running through the pipeage and could feel the presence of the moisture in the air, but she didn't know if she could control it. However, just simply focusing on creating a small ripple was enough to confirm that her magic still worked. She had drunk the second glass until it was half-empty.
"May I ask what your name is?" The Demon asked.
"My name is Emily," Emily said, gesturing to herself, wisely keeping her last name out of it. "What's yours?"
"My name is Odette," The Demon, Odette, said, standing tall with her tablet in hand. "I am your physician for the time being until we can determine the reason as to why you are here."
"We?" Emily asked. All of a sudden, she didn't like the answer, a heavy and sinking feeling in her stomach seemed to swell there.
"Me and my sister were the ones to have found you," Odette said, typing away at her tablet. "Right now, you are in the custody of my mother. I would find it unwise to try and escape. My mother can be a very protective and aggressive person if provoked. I'll be back soon."
Odette immediately left through the reinforced door, the slam getting Emily to jolt a little bit. In an instant, she was left with her own thoughts. After managing to calm down somewhat, Emily was still left very frazzled about her situation. She began to stress slightly, a shake in her body as she tried to steady herself. As a way to help focus, she tried to think about what Sera would do to solve a problem.
'Do your best to find the root source of the problem and figure out how to properly handle it. More often than not, it would be beneficial in solving problems that the citizens of Heaven have.'
Sera would always say that in order to guide Emily into developing her skills in problem solving. Emily found it useful in identifying issues that the Saints in Heaven have so that she could make sure that they were happy. She just has to put herself into a different perspective.
The problem she's currently having is that she's in Hell. Concerning but, once she's recovered and so long as she doesn't sell away her soul or make any kind of deals, she can instantly make a portal to Heaven and resume her duties from there. Now the root source of that problem was simple: Adam and Lute.
Fuuuuuucckk...
Now she needs a way to properly deal with them. Despite her position as a Seraphim, Adam has a great deal of clout in the higher echelons. A bi-product of being the First Man and the Father of Humanity. Because of that, trying to get Adam punished was next to impossible. She would need to go to the Virtues in order for that to work. However, being granted an audience with the Virtues was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and certainly not something that she can just do. She was planning on waiting or, reluctantly, contacting her mother on what has been going on behind the scenes.
Adam can't hope to ignore a punishment from Angel's that are ranked third in the Heaven hierarchy. Since that's the case, then Adam would be in for a rude awakening when exposed. Adam already exposed himself during the court hearing when Charlie Morningstar had presented her case for the Hazbin Hotel, and the redemption program she had set up. Emily believed in it wholeheartedly. Even if she didn't consider about the fact that they were cousins or that they were literal realms apart or that Lucifer was Charlie's father, she still would've helped Charlie because it's a cause that she believes in.
Now if only she could find a way to get out of here.
The door clicked open and immediately Emily was on edge. Emily saw a new Demon walk through, this one similar and close to the one that walked in.
The Demon was a female, evident by her hourglass figure which would make many women jealous and envious. One thing that was painfully obvious was her hair. It was massively white, with a few black streaks, and it seemed to be tied up to resemble a large pair of horns. Her skin was a slate-grey with an even darker grey skin covering her eyes, making it seem like a mask. Her eyes were completely red, save for the white pupils she has. It was almost like a heavenly light cutting through a sea of blood. Her arms were completely bone-white, or were they gloves? Emily didn't know but they seemed to grow larger at the the elbow, which meant that her entire hands were huge.
Her outfit was something akin to a ballerina. It was a black dress with short sleeves, with an off-the-shoulders type of design. It was buttoned up with silvery-white buttons with a white line down the middle. She also had a spiked white skirt that had red lining in a carmine-red. She wore black stockings and, because of her height, was able to tell that she wore something akin to ballet shoes because of the fact that she saw very long straps, reaching beyond the knees.
"I sure hope you have not taken advantage of my daughter's generosity, Angel," the Demon said, a voice that had a Hispanic accent to it, with a cold tone. "I've already got enough problems with Angels at the moment."
The Demon made no actual move other than delivering an even stronger glare than the one she had before. All of a sudden, Emily felt as if she wasn't in Hell. Instead, for just a moment, she swore she saw her own sister. The type of look this Demon was giving her was the exact same sort of look Sera would normally give her whenever she made a huge mistake. The look that this Demon was giving her made her want to hide.
"My daughter has convinced me to not throw you to the wolves and give you a chance," The Demon explained. "So tell me because, as an arms dealer and an Overlord, I am feared and for good reason and I really want to know what a Fallen Angel is doing here in Hell and on my property."
Emily's eyes widened in fright as she registered what the Overlord said. Emily has heard about Overlords before from Sera and that there were a few that actually get their work sent straight to the Head Seraphim for analysis. But that wasn't what she was focusing on. The Demon said that she was Fallen.
Almost as fast as lightning, her arms reached above her head, uncaring towards the flare of pain that surged through her arm. Emily clenched her fingers multiple times, expecting to feel her hands grip onto something that was akin to a ring, expecting a trickle of something divine to grace the skin of her fair hands, a sensation akin to holy water as warm as the sun.
Emily felt nothing.