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@abel-second-son
Hi!
I’m Abel, Adam’s second son!
Blog is under construction! But feel free to stop by and say hi!
This is a sideblog! Follows and Likes will come from @codenamepinetree . It's not a Hazbin blog, so you don't have to follow it too, just know that that's me! He does have a Hazbin verse as the Antichrist tho, shameless plug @morningstar-the-antichrist
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Activity has been slow, I feel like I keep saying this and it continues to be true, and I continue to feel bad about it.
Activity across all blogs will be even slower this weekend but for happy reasons!
I’m being Surprised Adopted by @the-devil-less-known and @deer-devil-daddy ! :3
Bc of this fandom I've met some amazing people online, and tomorrow I'm gonna get to meet some of them irl!
So my activity for the weekend will be limited if not nonexistent >.>
@abel-second-son replied to your post “💢 Come curl up on his chest. He..”:
Temptation won, don't let his dad or Michael find out, he just wants big strong arms to hold him and keep him warm.
💢 His big strong arms are very good for that. And he's very, VERY warm.
This winter has been very cold and this embrace was exactly what he needed. He cuddled in even further.
The cut was honestly the least of his worries at the moment. His self healing would take care of that pretty fast. "Hey, hey, shhhh. I've had worse injuries while training my girls. Imagine getting a spear launched through your shoulder. That's a fuck ton worse." Would humor help in this situation? Probably not.
Annnddd there were the waterworks. Fuck. Adam stood there, still awkwardly holding onto Abel's wrists, genuinely looking like he had no fucking clue how to proceed with this.
He pulled Abel into a hug. A rather tense, awkward hug, but a hug nonetheless. "...come on, kiddo. Let's just...go sit on the couch. Maybe watch some tv?"
He sniffed and tried to smile but he was just so tired from the lack of sleep. The hug was...a surprise. But instinctively he hugged his dad tightly.
He wiped at his eyes and tried to stop crying. They were tears of...more frustration than fear.
"....I'm tired. I'm so fucking tired. But I can't sleep...I'm...I'm...I'm angry. I've never allowed myself...I'm tired and I'm angry because he...he...he killed me! He killed me and then I was nothing! From the moment he murdered me to the moment you died I was NOTHING!"
Adam was a lot of things, and despite popular rumor that Adam couldn't give two shits about his kids, that rumor couldn't be farther from the truth. Sure, he might have been kind of...emotionally distant sometimes...but when something was wrong with his kid, he noticed.
And boy did he notice something had been up with Abel for a while.
Of course, Adam wasn't one to press for information. Because that usually led to emotional stuff that he wasn't always well equipped for. Eve would usually handle that sort of thing.
But one night, Adam decided to go and check on Abel. He wasn't even entirely sure what made him do it. Maybe it was just instinct telling him to go check on his kid. But regardless, Adam arrived and invited himself in, just in time to see Abel just...fall asleep where he was.
"Hey. Abel. Kiddo. You--OHSHIT."
Abel had actually managed to get a good slash into Adam's arm before Adam grabbed him by the wrists.
"ABEL! CHILL THE FUCK OUT. IT'S YOUR DAD. I'M NOT CAIN!"
It took him a moment to snap out of his sleep. He dropped the knife and the clank and his dad's yelling made him realize a few things at once. It was just another nightmare. God he was tired. HOLY SHIT HIS DAD'S BLEEDING!
"Fuck! Dad, I'm so sorry! I swear I didn't mean to, I thought you were-" He clamped up. He's never consciously mentioned his brother's name. Hardly anyone did. And they've never talked about it.
Tears streamed down his face, the terror of reliving that moment of the last time he ever saw his brother.
Snuggly Satan???
Oh the temptation
He's been having nightmares lately.
Nightmares specifically of...it.
They're making it impossible for him to function properly, but he can't tell anyone. If they didn't know him too well they'd tell him that enough time has passed, he should be the bigger person since he's the one allowed to be a Winner. A good angel is forgiving. If they did know him better...he'd have to deal with those looks full of pity or guilt.
His feelings not being addressed at all.
Not the fear.
Not the anger.
He started sleeping with a knife. Silly to think it'd make a difference. He was in Heaven. The nightmares were just bad dreams. They weren't real. What was a stupid lil knife supposed to do against his brother?
Abel did his best to keep awake, but exhaustion eventually won out, though the nightmares persisted and he was starting to fall asleep anywhere.
Like now. He hadn't made it to his room, knives were pocket sized, and he had yet another nightmare. Reliving that moment for the millionth time, but with more hindsight knowledge, he tried to fight back. Unsheathing his weapon and slashing at who he thought was Cain.
"STOP, CAIN!"
"Do you think zebras are like...the uncanny valley versions of horses to horses?"
"....how does this catch coochie?"
"Last week, I think, we were talking about tits and boobies and all the other pretty birbs with sus names.
"Opposite of that, I think, have to be the geoducks. They're clams, not ducks. But they look like...don't google it. They look nothing like ducks."
"Now he's holdin' in, when he used to make it talk.
So tough. Ooohhh, it's touuughh."
Gina dreams of running away When she cries in the night, Tommy whispers "Baby, it's okay, someday"
"One of the fun things about dying first is that I get to meet most of the crazy fuckers who were the first to realize something was food.
"I've met the coconut guy, the oyster guy, And most of the mushroom peeps. Oh! And surprisingly, I met the geoduck guy. That...that one was a surprise."
"TAKE MY HAND. WE'LL MAKE IT I SWWWEEAAARRR!"
@assortedtaffies @abel-second-son @flamesignite
"Whoa oh, livin' on a prayer
Tommy's got his six string in hock,"
Hears his dad start singing. And this song. How is anyone supposed to resist?????
"Whoooooooooooa oooooooooh,
livin' on a prayer~"
I’ve gotten some new followers, so a reminder that this is my side blog, follows and likes will come from my codenamepinetree blog
You don’t have to follow me there, it’s my OC and not Hazbin or Helluva related, just know that that’s me :3
The Adamification of Abel tho
“You going on a coffee run? Can you get me my usual? Six shots of espresso, five creams, and ten sugars!”
"No. Fuck you. Get your own damn coffee, Sir." Lute's stride didn't even falter as she spoke, an annoyed growl in her voice and her wings twitching slightly in frustration. "I'm your lieutenant, not your fucking errand girl."
The old Abel would have immediately apologized. Backtracked. Hidden away because it was a brazen request to make. She was right.
But...things are changing now.
He had to be more assertive.
And he hasn't had his coffee yet after trying to catch up on 1000's of years work of paperwork his dad let pile up.
"It's a fucking simple order, Lute! I'm catching up on dad being incompetent on bureaucracy, but now I'm thinking he was incompetent in choosing you, too!"
