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Jan 16

CELESTIAL ENDINGS [Hazbin Hotel Self Insert One-Shot]

Synopsis: Atlas has to deal with the aftermath of Adam's death. Word Count: 4,428 TWS: Death, Drinking, Mild Blood [if theres any other triggers i forgot, pls let me know!]

Stay inside tonight. That's the last thing that Atlas heard from his partner. Stay inside, shit's gonna get messy. It was almost laughable — the idea of anything in their lives not being messy. If only he had taken things more seriously. Maybe then, Adam wouldn't be gone. Maybe things could've been different.

The moment played back in his mind every night. His dreams were haunted by that horrible day, burrowed in his brain like a worm infesting his very being.

The morning had started out fantastic. Atlas finally had a day off, and he was planning on taking the kids up to Earth for a treat. He didn't go up there often, but it was nearing the holidays, and Atlas wanted to take them to see the lights and decorations. He was trying to raise them to see the beauty in the small things, to appreciate life despite living in Hell. Adam didn't come in until Atlas had started making breakfast, returning from a meeting in Heaven. Atlas remembered how torn Adam looked, how he was overthinking things — Atlas could always tell when Adam was stressed from the way his eyebrow would twitch and the way he'd fidget with his wings. It was only when they were alone that Atlas asked what was wrong.

"Babes, promise me you and the kids will stay inside tonight. No Earth stuff, just…stay inside." Adam muttered, wings bristling in discomfort at the mere idea of his family getting hurt, before settling to wrap around Atlas in a protective shroud. "Shit's gonna get messy."

"How messy?" Atlas tilted his head, craning his neck to look up at the angel.

"Like…Extermination messy…"

"Noted. I'll keep everyone inside. Kick ass for me?" Atlas stood on his tiptoes to peck Adam on the lips.

"I'll kick ass for you and our kids, baby. Cross my heart."

Atlas knew about the tension between Hell and Heaven. Their relationship certainly wasn't helping. The first man and a sinner together? Atlas, nonetheless? He was known in his life for being very…anti angel. Hell, he was one of the biggest legends in the afterlife. Blah, blah, blah, killed the gods, became a god… Who fucking cared? Certainly not Atlas. All Atlas cared about was being with his partner and four kids. And if his partner told him to stay inside, he wasn't going to question it.

Atlas knew that the Extermination was tonight. He knew that it'd be chaotic and bloody, but he was prepared to keep the kids safe and distracted. Noise dampening magic, hot cocoa, and an endless stream of animated Disney movies. It was better to distract than to show them the truth — Juniper was old enough to understand, but he couldn't say the same for the others. Anastasia and Andromeda were still just toddlers, and Nero was almost ten. None of them should have to know the horrors their parents deal with every day. That didn't stop Atlas from checking his phone every few minutes to make sure Adam was okay. The extermination was always anxiety inducing for Atlas, but ever since getting engaged to Adam, he's felt this overwhelming dread that wasn't there before. He couldn't lose another person.

There were a lot of things to hate about VoxTek — the marketing, the way they seemed to know everything, their stupid fucking asshole of a CEO, Vox. But there was some good to it, like how they seemed to have 24/7 coverage of the entire extermination. He could practically track Adam to make sure he didn't get hurt. God help anyone who did hurt him.

"Dad…?" Juniper's voice snapped him out of frantic pacing, pupils blown wide with anxiety and fear. Oh, they could tell. Juniper was good at reading him and his emotions, since they were the eldest. "You're pacing again. Didn't you say that pacing will give you gray hairs? And you told me that too much time on the phone will make you go crazy."

"Nice try, my hair is already white. It doesn't count." Atlas's voice wavered, trying to come across as teasing, but ultimately failing after seeing the unamused expression on Juniper's face. He gave them a weak smile, putting his phone in his pocket and plopping on the couch with all of them. "Okay, yeah, you got me there. I did say that, huh?"

"Are…you worried about Adam?" Juniper murmured, only loud enough for Atlas to hear, making the man's tail pause in it's flicking. He opened his mouth to ask how they knew that, but closed it. Juniper was a smart kid, sometimes too smart. "He'll be fine, I'm sure of it."

"Yeah?" Atlas glanced down at the dark phone screen, brows furrowing. Juniper was probably right. There was no reason to freak out, Adam did this every year. "Yeah… Yeah, you're right." He ruffled up Juniper's hair with a fond smile. "When did my little Junebug get so wise, huh?"

"Pfff-" Juniper waved his hand away, snorting in amusement. "Gods, Dad, you're so corny!" Her words only got a mischievous grin and a snicker in response — he knew.

The rest of the night was spent with his kids, watching movies and keeping them from experiencing the horrors going on right now. The twins fell asleep first, and then Nero, and finally Juniper. Anastasia and Andromeda were laying on Atlas's legs, while Juniper and Nero leaned on either side of him. The sound of quiet end credits filled the room, the glow illuminating his face. He slowly maneuvered himself off the couch, scooping up the twins to put them to bed. He tucked all of the kids in, and then came back out to clean up a little. Anything to keep himself busy and distracted from worrying. Cleaning turned into reading, the seconds ticking by, his leg bouncing impatiently. Minutes turned into hours, and it was getting harder to just sit and wait.

Before he could decide what to do, his phone chimed once, signaling a text message. He perked up, dropping his book in his excitement as he grabbed his phone. Another chime, another— oh.

It wasn't Adam. It was Vox. Fucking Vox… He was a pain in the ass, but the only person in Hell who understood what he was talking about when he was yapping about tech stuff. It was a love-hate relationship. Mostly hate. What the fuck does he want at this hour anyways? It was almost 3AM, he should be asleep...but then again, it was Vox. Probably being his weird clingy self. He wished he'd left those messages unopened. TV DICKHEAD [VOX]: LMAOOO HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEWS?? TV DICKHEAD [VOX]: your hubby's guts r like… all over live television TV DICKHEAD [VOX]: which like, good riddance, but also damn sucks to be u???

Those three texts shattered his whole world. The grip on his phone tightened, fingers almost crushing the screen in his frantic search for what Vox was talking about — and his blood ran cold when he saw it. No, nonono, it couldn't be true. But the truth stared him in the face. His breath caught in his throat, hands trembling. Adam, Head of the Exorcists, First Man, killed by sinner at Hazbin Hotel. He had to read it three times just to process what he was seeing. Adam was…*dead*. He had to see it for himself.

The aftermath of the extermination was ugly. Bodies were crushed under the rubble, some still alive, the air thick with the scent of decay and death. He staggered through the battlefield, eyes scanning for any sign that Adam may still be in the sky. Nothing. Exterminators were starting to clear out, and he could see a dim glow in the distance. His ears perked up a little, eyes shining with unshed tears. There could still be time to save him, he hoped, rushing towards the dimming glow. The sight of Adam made his heart lurch, dropping to his knees. He cradled Adam's face in his hands, trying to put pressure on the wounds. "It's gonna be okay… I won't let you die, I promise…" Atlas breathed out. Blood stained his fingers, but before he could use his magic, Lute threw him backwards.

"Don't touch him, you filthy half-breed sinner!" Lute spat out, sword poised at Atlas's throat. The scrawny demon's eyes widened, claws unsheathing in instinct. He wasn't here to hurt anyone.

"Lute, move! I can still save him! Get out of the way!"

"This is your fault!" Lute's words made Atlas's claws curl into the dirt below, his eyes wide with a dangerous intensity. "If you hadn't gotten in his head with your mushy bullshit, he would still be alive!" Shut up. Atlas wanted nothing more than to make her shut up. Atlas's eyes burned with tears, his breathing starting to falter when he saw the way Adam's halo dimmed completely. "No!" Lute shrieked, slamming her fists on the ground. Atlas took his chance to lunge forward, snatching Adam's halo. A surprised grunt escaped his lips when Lute suddenly tackled him, trying to take back the halo.

"Give that back! You're not worthy to have it!" She snarled, swinging her sword. Atlas used his arm to block the blow, hissing in pain at the feeling of her angelic blade slicing through demonic flesh. Atlas could easily end this fight if he wanted, but he didn't want to hurt Lute. Not when she was Adam's second in command. They had promised him to get along.

"Alright, alright, get off! Jesus!" Atlas shoved the halo into her chest, pushing her off of him with ease. He wasn't even allowed to mourn properly. He let out a derisive huff, turning around to leave. He got what he came here for. Who needed mementos? Certainly not him! No, he wasn't secretly seething at all. Fucking Lute…

The walk back was silent, one hand cradling his bleeding arm. The wound wasn't sealing like it usually would — fucking angelic steel. He couldn't face his kids like this. Couldn't handle the idea of telling them that Adam was dead. He was still processing it, still trying to wrap his head around it. He…He needed a few days to himself. Just a few days. Atlas knew this wasn't the best option, but he just…couldn't face this yet.

Atlas had cleaned and dressed his wound as best as possible, and by the time the kids woke up, Atlas had packed them all weekend bags. Someone on Earth who he's known for a while was going to watch over them until he was ready. Bobby was like a father to him, and one of the only humans he kept in his life after dying. They'd be safe there. He masked he tension with smiles and pancakes, smile stretched thin as he dropped them off.

The apartment he came back to was deadly silent. No pitterpatter of feet, no sound of Adam's humming, nothing. It was deafening. It settled heavy on his shoulders. He grabbed a bottle of the topshelf whiskey they kept for special occasions, and crumpled onto the recliner — Adam's recliner. For a few hours, Atlas sat in silence, drinking straight from the bottle and staring at the cheesy family photo Atlas had them take last summer. Lute's words rang in his mind. Your fault. Made him soft. The first tear trickled down his cheek, soon turning into a steady stream, his breath hitching with each sob that escaped his lungs. He was alone again. That night, he fell asleep to the sound of the song that Adam had written for him when they first met.

*Sleep didn't grant him any breaks either. His subconcious

Atlas honestly wasn't sure how much time had passed — two days? Three? A week? Time was a blur, and as far as he was concerned, his only friend was at the bottom of the bottle. The only feeling jumping out at him was grief and pain. Not just emotional pain, physical pain. The cut from Lute's sword had gotten infected, making moving a chore. His phone was going off constantly — Vox, from the look of how many there were. His vision was bleary, brows scrunching as he tried to make sense of Vox's bullshit. TV DICKHEAD [VOX]: hey r u good?? u kinda left me on read TV DICKHEAD [VOX]: is it bc i laughed at your bf dying??? TV DICKHEAD [VOX]: no seriously tho hahaha, my cameras haven't picked u up since the extermination?? whos gonna talk shit abt the other overlords with me if ur dead??

Ding. A new text. TV DICKHEAD [VOX]: so uh crazy story but i'm actually outside your penthouse!! :]

Goddamnit, Vox. Atlas stared at the texts for a good few minutes, mouth slightly agape. Vox was…something. This wasn't the first time he's done this, but it certainly was the most inopportune time to bother him. Atlas didn't even dignify with a response, simply tossing his phone back down. That definitely wasn't the way to go. Within seconds, Vox's electric form crackled through his phone, landing in front of the chair Atlas was curled up on.

"Christ, it smells like a pub floor in here. And why the hell is it so dark?" Vox snapped his fingers, lights in the penthouse surging on. Atlas hissed weakly, burrowing himself deeper into one of Adam's old hoodie.

"Fuck off… I didn't ask for your criticism, you overgrown virus." Atlas grumbled, tail lashing — but there was no heat to his words. Vox was the first one to check on him since he retreated into his penthouse. Vox's screen flickered, rolling his eyes at Atlas's weak rebuttal. He sniffed the air again, processing the vitals his scanners were giving him.

"Your arm. Let me see it."

"Like hell I will—"

"Don't be difficult, Atlas! You know my tech is the only thing that'll help." Vox let out a staticky sigh of annoyance, then without asking, forced Atlas to his feet, dragging him towards the bathroom. When Atlas slurred curses at him, Vox only snorted. "Easy there, starshine. Just trying to get you in a more sterile environment." With a kick to the door, he maneuvered the drunk demon to sit on the toilet, rolling up his sleeve. The sword wound was patched with staples and some medical tape — Atlas wasn't really thinking straight when he was patching himself up. "Eugh! Atlas —"

"I don't need your criticisms. I can take care of myself!"

"*Clearly*." Vox responded dryly, pulling out his own first aid kit. "Look, I didn't know Adam that well, but I'm pretty sure he wouldn't want you all…" He gestured vaguely towards Atlas — white hair greasy from not washing, dark circles framing his eyes like a raccoon. "…Pathetic?"

"Pathetic? Fuck you, asshole. My fiancé just died, I think —" A hiss escaped Atlas's lips mid-sentence when Vox began tugging out staples, replacing the patchy healing into proper dressings. "I think I'm allowed to be a little upset."

"Yeah, your fiancé died. What're you gonna do about it?" Vox didn't even bat an eyelash as he finished up the bandages.

"Pardon?"

A drawn out sigh escaped Vox's speakers, like the answer was obvious. "Like I said, do you really think Adam would want you to sit around and feel miserable? You're an overlord for Lucifer's sake! Act like it! You've killed gods, what's a few little sinners to you?" Vox stood straight, helping Atlas to his feet.

"I'm not killing anyone…" Atlas grumbled softly, leaning against Vox as they made their way back to the living room.

"Ugh, you're no fun. Fine, guess I'll just have to babysit you and make sure you don't choke on your own vomit and die."

"Not. Funny." Atlas snapped, but his prickly demeanor melted as soon as he flopped onto the couch, Vox sitting next to him. His cheek pressed against Vox's thigh, tail flicking idly.

"…Hey Vox?" Atlas's voice came out quieter, softer.

"Hmm?"

"…Thank you for checking up on me…"

"Well, somebody's gotta make sure the only interesting overlord is okay." Vox waved it off as if nothing, but it wasn't nothing. Atlas wasn't exactly smart with people dropping hints. But that wasn't important right now.

"Vox?"

"Hmm?"

"…I miss him."

"I know, starshine."

The morning came before they knew it, but by the time Atlas woke up, Vox was long gone — the only proof he was here? The bandaged arm and the fact that Vox had grabbed Atlas's mail. There was something at the top of the stack that caught his eye, lined with the same gold foil that Adam's paperwork had. A letter from Heaven? He flipped it open, eyes scanning over the words. It was an invitation to Adam's funeral. That was…new. Heaven has never invited him to anything before. Usually his presence was considered controversial and uncomfortable. Atlas thought back to what Vox said last night — Adam wouldn't want him to be sitting around.

It was time to tell the kids. They deserved to know. The conversation was uncomfortable, but it had to be done. It was wrong of him to lie for so long already. He didn't know if Adam was watching over them right now, or what happened to angels once they died, but he hoped that he was. The nights leading up to the funeral, the household was stationed mainly in the living room. The twins were scared to sleep alone, Nero was getting nightmares, and Juniper was barely getting any sleep. Atlas was the one person they felt safe with, so they ended up all falling asleep on the pull out couch.

Atlas felt silly for it, but when nobody was around, he'd talk to Adam. For example, today — the morning of the funeral. Juniper and Nero were eating breakfast, and the twins were asleep. Atlas was in the bedroom, sitting on Adam's side of the bed, fidgeting with the engagement ring given just months before Adam's death.

"The kids miss you. …I do too." Atlas murmured softly, brows furrowing slightly. "…It's gonna be weird, being in Heaven without you by my side…" His eyes darted up to check the time, a heavy sigh escaping his lips. "Can't be late." He pulled himself to his feet, brushing off his shirt and fixing his ring. He left his room to grab the twins, getting them dressed. After fussing with stray threads and hairs, the family left.

Heaven was always so overwhelming — especially when you were a Sinner like Atlas. He kept his kids close to him, nose wrinkling at just how many people were waiting to be let in. It was a line outside the gate, and Atlas was constantly getting side eyes and dirty looks. Eventually, they made it to the front — only to be greeted by Lute. Of course she was the person deciding who gets in. The moment their eyes met, Lute's lip curled up in contempt and disgust.

"No sinners or half-breeds allowed past this point." Lute barked out, giving a pointed look at him. "I'm going to have to ask you to leave, or I'll be forced to be physical."

"Wh-? I have an invitation!" Atlas scoffed incredulously, shoving the invitation in her face. Lute didn't even bat an eye — simply shredded the invitation mid-air.

"What invitation?"

Atlas's tail lashed, his claws unsheathing in annoyance. The audacity. But no. No, he wouldn't stoop to Lute's level.

"We don't invite mangy mutts and harlots." The mutt jab was directed at the kids specifically. Oh hell no.

"Junie, hold your sisters." Atlas's smile was tight-lipped, eyebrow twitching. Juniper immediately obliged, though they muttered, "Dad, you said you wouldn't start anything…"

As soon as the twins were safely in Juniper's arms, Atlas launched himself at Lute, claws raking across her face. "You can talk all the shit you want about me, but don't you dare talk bad about my babies! I will shove my boot so far up your ass, you'll taste leather for months!" The crowd gasped and whispered, while Juniper slowly lifted up their phone to record. His kids usually never see this side of him, but this was an exception.

"Why can't you just accept the fact that Adam would still be alive if you weren't around?! You made him soft—" Lute snarled, sword wedged between Atlas's jaws to keep those sharp teeth from ripping into her flesh. "—Weak! You don't belong here!" Lute swung her fist into Atlas's ribcage in an attempt to dislodge him. He lashed his tail out, catching her wrist mid swing.

"ENOUGH!" Sera's voice thundered out, Atlas being tugged off Lute like a misbehaving cat. Atlas's tail flicked in annoyance when he turned to see Sera and…Abel, Adam's second son. Huh. This would be their first official meeting. He brushed himself off calmly while Lute growled in irritation. "What is the meaning of this?" Sera turned to them with a stern gaze.

"This HELLBEAST attacked me unprovoked! He's clearly crazy, we should have him exterminated to teach the rest a lesson!" Lute spit blood onto the ground, wings fluffed up in defense.

"Is this true, Atlas?"

Atlas huffed softly, crossing his arms. "She tore up my invitation, and insulted my kids. It's fine though, I forgive her." Liar. But he didn't like how people were looking at him. He didn't want to prove them right about everything.

"He's obviously lying!"

"Okayyyy, uh- Hah, how about we all take a deep breath?" Abel jumped in, stuttering over his words just a tad. He scooched a little closer to put some space in between Lute and Atlas, the two of them glaring at one another. "I-I'm sure Lute didn't mean to rip up your invite!"

"Yes I did!"

"Okay! Wow, I am feeling a loooot of tension here. Let's maybe move it away from the funeral service?" Abel gestured vaguely, scratching the back of his neck.

"A wise decision. Abel, why don't you take Atlas and his children to the gardens, while I handle this?" Sera nodded towards Lute, who was seething right now.

The gardens were much less crowded, Atlas's shoulders relaxing slightly. Just slightly. Abel was still a stranger. His fiancé's son, but a stranger nonetheless. They settled on a stone bench, Atlas's tail curling around his own ankles.

"Can we go play in the dandelions?" Nero tugged on Atlas's pantleg with pleading eyes, his little tail wagging excitedly. Atlas's expression softened instantly, nodding at the question.

"Of course, pumpkin. Just stay where I can keep an eye on y'all, okay?" Atlas patted his head before he ran off with his siblings. Atlas wasn't going to deny them happiness, especially in these hard times. They haven't seen flowers in a while, since they don't grow in Hell.

"So… You're Atlas, huh?" Abel finally spoke, clearly trying to make conversation. "You're a lot…*smaller* than I imagined!" Atlas raised an eyebrow wordlessly, tilting his head. A look of horror dawned on Abel's face. "Not that it's a bad thing! Just… My dad's stories about you, I just…" He trailed off, letting out a breath of relief when Atlas didn't look angry or offended.

"…Your dad told stories about me?" Atlas sounded almost surprised.

"Uh, yeah, loads of them! It's all he talked about. Telling me how you used to hunt monsters, and all these crazy stories about universe hopping! He said you punched an alien in the face!" Abel's words made Atlas's heart ache, but in a good way. Adam believed in him when nobody else did. Everyone in Heaven judged him for his past, but Adam always called it cool and badass. "Can I ask you kind of a weird question?"

"Shoot."

"What was my dad like when he wasn't…y'know…killing demons and being the First man? Something tells me we haven't met cuz he hated me—" Abel laughed nervously, waving his hand dismissively. Atlas relaxed. Abel wasn't a threat.

"No, I don't think it's a weird question at all! Your dad was…" Atlas paused for a moment, thinking hard. "…*Stubborn*. He was a pain in the ass, but he was my pain in the ass… He would always leave the toilet seat up, and put things on the highest shelf so I couldn't reach it, but… He also liked working on cars, and Guitar Hero… And he came with me to every doctor's appointment when I was pregnant with the twins—" Atlas had to stop mid rant, wiping unshed tears from his eyes. "Sorry, don't mean to get all emotional and sappy."

"Oh no! No, don't apologize! Crying is a-okay! It…is a funeral after all." Abel fidgeted awkwardly, wings bristling up. "I, uh, actually wanted to give you something of his! I figured you'd like it as like…a memory? Or something?" He reached into his pockets, digging around for a few seconds before pulling out a necklace that had a guitar pick on it.

"Oh-" Atlas hadn't expected that. It was Adam's lucky guitar pick. If Lute saw this, she'd be screaming about how Atlas didn't deserve it. He hesitated to accept it, but Abel pushed it into his hand.

"Trust me, he would've wanted you to have it. I'm glad he was able to be a good dad to them. I uh… Don't really know what's wrong with me, but hey—" Abel's words were cut off when Atlas put a hand on his shoulder, smiling gently despite his tired eyes.

"Thank you for everything, Abel. It's nice to know that not everyone here is an asshole." Atlas stood, and his kids immediately came back to his side. "You still have family. If you ever need a shoulder to lean on, don't hesitate to reach out, okay?" Atlas motioned for his kids to follow him, tail flicking like a cat's.

Everything was so overwhelming, but Atlas left the funeral feeling less overwhelmed. Everything got bearable when he knew he had people in his corner. He wore the guitar pick as he headed towards the exit, spotting Lute in the distance. Right as he opened the portal for home, he called out her name. "Hey, Lute!" Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing as Atlas held up the guitar pick, and surprisingly, Adam's halo. The one she had taken the day he died. Atlas had swiped it during their little skirmish earlier.

"YOU FILTHY LITTLE RAT—" Lute screamed from across the room, but Atlas was already through the portal, herding his kids thru first before it closed behind him.

Atlas deserved to be a little petty. As a treat.

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