The Show Must Go On: The Final Act
[ Down the Street of My Soul Masterlist ]
These angels were like flies to sinners. When you kill one, two more manage to fly into your home to annoy the shit out of you. However, your main priority was helping take your friends alive. This included the egg bois who were running around. Thank Hell Angel Dust saved Frank. If you lost someone you cared for in this battle, you would be heartbroken. Especially, if you lost Alastor you wouldn’t move on from him. You would spend your life alone and only living for Charlie, Blitzø, and your father…..or you would destroy all three realms because fuck it. If you aren’t burning the whole for the people you love is it really love?
Speaking of your love, there was that twisting in your gut again that tightened until it dropped at the sight of Adam shooting beams that almost hit Angel Dust.
“What? Alastor was supposed to handle him.” Charlie gasped in horror at the possibility that Alastor might not have made it. “Oh no, he must be- (Y/n) wait!” She cries praying that you aren’t clouded by your emotions to act recklessly against Adam.
Said archangel was having the time of his life blasting sinners, “HAHAHA-Shit what the fuck!” He hisses, trying to pat his robe down from the giant fire ball that almost got him. He looks up to find you glaring into his soul as you release your demon from. Horns elongated, eyes blood red, and your six wings spend out behind you. You reminded Adam of your father, but your mother’s face made you bearable to look at. “Oh, look who it is, the princess. Looking fierce babe.” He winks and you recoil in disgust.
“What did you do with Alastor?” You ask calmly yet the coldness in your tone gives him a shiver he refuses to admit.
“Your boy toy? He ran tail after getting his ass handed to him.”
“So, he’s alive.” You can feel some weight lift off at the fact that Alastor was at least still breathing.
“For now. I rough him up and even snapped his little cane in half for funnies." Adam taunts, smirking at the way your eyes darken. “Am I hitting some nerves?”
“I’m sure you’ve been told this on multiple occasions but you’re fucking annoying.” You express, summoning your double-bladed scythe to engulf it in flames. Adam whistles at the sight of it.
“Cute. You think because you got that fancy scythe you can fight me?” He laughs at the thought, calling upon his own axe. “I’m an archangel, Bitch!” He charges at you thinking he’d get a clean hit in, but he’s misdirected by a cloud of magic dust blinding him. He rubs his eyes to get it out but he doesn’t notice you in time as you appear behind. You swing your scythe, chopping off one of Adam’s wings. “Shit!” He shouts in pain, struggling to keep himself up in the air.
“And I'm Death, motherfucker.” You swing again and he barely dodges.
“Speaking of mothers, where’s yours?” He was trying to get to you, blocking your scyther with his axe. “Right she abandoned you. Left without a trance to escape you guys.” The tips of your blades were inches from his mask face making him sweat. He did not expect you to be this strong. “Wanna know something.”
“Not really.” You push hard, the blade nipping the metal of his mask. You almost have him so why is he smirking like he’s won?
Your body stalls for a minute which is all Adam needs to flick a beam towards three of your left wings. You scream at the blistering pain catching the attention of all the hotel defenders.
“(Y/N)!” They all shriek in horror watching Adam grab your broken wings and toss you into the “Hazbin” sign. A smokescream of dust covers the roof from the hard impact, worrying the others if you are still alive.
Adam smiles sharply to himself, wiping his sweaty hands on his robe. You were a tough slut to him but every angel’s weak point is their wings. Fuck does it feel weird for him to be missing one. When he turned to look at the damage you caused on his back he was met with the war zeppelin that Sir Pentious piloted.
Sir Pentious could not sit by and let this monster destroy the one place that welcomed him and his egg bois in, the one place where he could find actual friends, and the one place where he felt he could be better. Adam had hurt you and although you constantly pretended to forget his name, you were kind to him. You sat and listened to him ramble about his new inventions while you played with his egg bois. He refused to see anyone else get hurt by such a fiend.
Sir Pentious aimed his cannon at Adam, ready to fire then *POOF*. Pentious and his zeppelin were annihilated to literally nothing by the flick of Adam’s fingers.
“Man, that could have been bad.” Adam pretends to breathe a breath he was not holding.
This was all becoming too much for Charlie. First Alastor falls, then you, and now Pentious; Adam had gone too far in tormenting her loved ones.
“Razzel! Dazzel!” She called upon the goats, no longer willing to stand on the sidelines. Her goats transform into large dragons, while she activates her demon form. She generates her triton and commands Razzle to charge at Adam with Vaggie behind her on Dazzel.
“Oh! Look who thinks they’re badass now.” Adam laughs sarcastically, cuing Lute to ambush Vaggie by striking down Dazzel and plummeting them into the broken hotel lobby for their own battle.
Charlie tries rushing in to help Vaggie but was cut off by Adam surprising her in her path. He’s able to smack her off Razzel and send her flying onto the roof top where she rolls until she stops at your unmoving form.
“(Y/N)? No, no, no.” She crawls towards your body. She holds in her lap, cradling you in her arms. This was her fault. If she hadn’t messed with Heaven in the first place you wouldn’t have gone hurt as badly. Covered in debris and dried blood running down your temple. Your beautiful wings were dirtied and burnt all because of her.
Charlie weeps into the crown of your hair, pulling away when Adam floats down in front of her.
“I gotta say, risking your lives for sinners? That’s some crazy shit even for Lucifier’s brats.”
Glaring up at him, Charlie lays you gently on the ground to stand tall against Adam. “These sinners are my family! (Y/n) is my family!”
He rolls his eyes, “Do you even hear yourself with this sappy bullshit. Now just give me your sister - Arrgh, Bitch!” He snaps, stepping out of the stab where Charlie’s triton pierced his arm.
“I’m not letting you take her anywhere you, pig.”
“The fuck that hurt.” His scowl is quick to turn menacing as he powers his fists, sending strong punches that Charlie was struggling to block until she couldn’t. Adam slapped her triton out of her hands and grabbed her by the neck now that she had nothing to protect herself with. Her shield and triton were lost, her magic was low, and all her allies were too far gone to help her. “This brave act was cute and all but it's time to die.” He taunts, enjoying the clawing of Charlie’s fingers on his wrist.
She was scared. She was going to die here.
Then two fists swept beside Charlie’s head, giving Adam a double punch to the face. The combined strength of the punches threw Adam back into the “Hazbin” sign with a shock.
Charlie falls to the ground, coughing air into her lungs. She looks up in astonishment at Lucifer and you standing over her. You both have never looked taller than her then at this moment. “Dad?”
“Sorry I wasn’t here sooner, sweetie.” Lucifer pulls her lightly to her feet.
“(Y/N), your wounded and your wings.” She has tears tickling the corners of her eyes, because she really thought you were dead earlier.
“They’ll heal in time-Ugh.” You feel the pain rattling your broken ribs and you lean forward due to being off balance now that you lack some wing weight.
Lucifer is quick to catch you, "Oh my poor baby.” He coos, pecking the wound gash on your temple as it starts to heal up with his magic.
“Take it easy.” Charlie goes to support your other side.
You could honestly cry at the attention and concern you are receiving from the two. You were finally together again as a family….and Adam just had to ruin the family reunion by still being alive.
“Okay, how many of you freaks do I have to fight?” He huffs, his blood boiling at Lucifer’s mere presence.
“Oh, I'm the only one that matters.” The fallen angel takes confident steps forward, and a smug feeling warms his chest at the admiring looks his daughters were giving him. He’ll show them how much of a badass their old man is. “See you messed with my daughters and now I am going to fuck you!”
That silence that followed was hella loud.
Lucifer was confused on why everyone was looking at him. Did he say something wrong?
“It’s ‘fuck you up’, dad.” Charlie corrects him gently.
“You said ‘I am going to fuck you’.” You explain causing him to gasp at the words coming from your mouth.
“Language, young lady! You are too pure for that kind of talk.” He scolds, “It’s that bellhop isn’t it! What has he done to my baby duckling?”
Charlie blows a raspberry at the irony of you being ‘pure’, “Not if you saw what I walked in on with her and Alastor.”
“Not the time, Charlie.” You hiss, your cheeks glowing a light pink.
“No, actually I think it is the time. I’m all ears, Char Char.” Lucifer now has that crazy gleam in his eyes like just one more detail will send him on a manhunt for Alastor.
“Are you forgetting that that monster hurt us, your baby ducklings?” You point an accusing finger at Adam. “I feel so faint just at the sight of my attacker.” You rest a hand over your forehead and collapse sideways in Charlie’s arms to give the appearance of distressedness.
Charlie raises a brow at how fake your performance was but she shouldn’t be surprised that Lucifer fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker for the man to be sent back into a raging fit. “You, bastard.” Adam and him begin their fight and Charlie stands you upright.
“He’s so easy when it comes to you.” She shakes her head, even though she knew you were his soft spot.
“It’s because my mommy didn’t love me enough.” You shrug, glancing over at an awkward Charlie. “Don’t wanna touch that one, huh?”
The angels’ battle intensified with Adam losing his temper from Lucifer’s cocky belittling causing him to generate an angelic beam so powerful it missed Lucifer completely but not the hotel. The hotel cracks under Charlie’s and yours feet, crumbling as it splits in half.
“Charlie!” You reach for her hand in an attempt to hold the both of you up in the air but your wings are too tired to carry you both. You both scream at the height you are falling and hold each other in fear of the impact. It never came as you were scooped up by Lucifer before it could happen.
“I got you guys.” He smiles, holding Charlie in his arms and you on his shoulders.
Charlie returns his smile with a grateful one until she sees Adam hurling his way towards the three of you. “Dad, look out.” She warns, gathering all her strength and anger into the palm of her hand to enlarge her demon arm to stop Adam from touching her family.
Her hand keeps him in place for Lucifer to backhand him to the ground, creating a crater due to the impact.
“You come at me, and my daughters, don’t forget you’re in my house, Bitch!” Lucifer sets you and Charlie down with your friends rushing to your sides to ensure you’re okay. Meanwhile, your dad is beating the shit out of Adam in the crater with everyone watching with blended reactions of recoil at the hits or praise that the King of Hell is handling that shit.
“Beat his ass daddy!” You cheer encouragingly. Charlie gives you a disapproving look making you pout. “What? He deserves it.”
Unfortunately, she doesn’t fall for your cuteness like others as she places a hand on your father’s shoulder to stop him. “Dad, he’s had enough.”
Lucifer looks over to you for confirmation and you meet Charlie’s pleading gaze. You sigh dramatically, and struggle to say “She’s riggghhhtt.”
Lucifer seems disappointed too, but he’ll stop for his daughters. “How’s mercy taste you little bitch?” He flies out of the crater to stand beside you and Charlie. You both stare down at Adam with smug smirks.
“Small dick, bitch.” You flip him off, knowing the dick comment would pinch his pride (it did).
“You’re right sweetheart, small dick bitch.” Lucifer doubles the bird flipping before wrapping an arm around your shoulder to guide you and Charlie away.
“No! You don’t get to end this! I’m Adam, the fucking man and you’re just some fucking clown or something. All of mankind came from these fucking nuts. My dick is not small!” He yells, crawling out of the crater.
“Wouldn’t be getting mad if it wasn’t so…” Charlie nudges your bruised ribs to quiet you but immediately apologises at the whimper you release.
“You are all a bunch of ungrateful disgusting fucking losers!” He hollers ready to move at you all but chokes on his own golden blood.
“Woah.” Vaggie voiced what everyone was thinking when Niffty poked her head out from behind Adam’s shoulder.
“Hey, you got something sticking out of your… thing… there.” Lucifer circles around his chest where Niffty’s dagger is protruding out of.
Adam’s eyes roll to the back of his head and collapse to the ground. Nifty stills for a moment before stabbing his back repeatedly. She runs away covered in golden blood, laughing manically. It was one of the rare times you and Vaggie high fived on something.
You all watch with little sympathy as Lute weeps over Adam’s dead body.
“It's over.” Charlie tells her in a cold tone.
“Take your little friends and go home!” Lucifer uses his demonic voice to get the point across then politely adds a please at the end. At least he was being polite.
Lute glares at the Morningstar family one last time, calling all remaining exorcists back to the portal to Heaven. The portal disappears with a ‘pop’ and the hotel gang is standing there covered in blood and dust from the destruction surrounding them.
“Welp, who's up for some pancakes?” Lucifer offers, pulling you into his side. “I’ll make them make them with whipped smiles and strawberry eyes like my whittle (N/N)-pooh like them.” The others deadpan at the unseriousness this man has to the near death experience that just went through.
“Wait, I have some unfinished business.” You pull away from your father’s coddling to walk over to Adam’s deceased remains. You summon your scythe confusing the others.
“Um, I'm pretty sure he’s already dead.” Angel raises a brow at your raised arms. His eyes, along with everyone else’s (except Lucifer who has seen this before), widen at your blade enlarging into one curved, translucent blade. It looked like a mist substance flooding in your blade and it glowed brightly as you swung it down on Adam’s body. His body breaks in half but there isn’t a gush of blood. Instead a black orb floats out of him. An eye in the middle of your blade suddenly opens and vacuums the orb into its iris before snapping shut.
Your scythe then returns to its normal weapon. “I sent his soul tothe avoid that way he can’t return nor be reincarnated." You causally explain like you didn’t just blow their minds.
“Hold on,” Vaggie realizes, “You’re Death!”
