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I have finally had the time to sit down and actually put together Kit's Biography! This is my OC for Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss, used in my fanfiction and AU, The Ex Saint and Woeless Sinner that you can read both on my blog here and my AO3! I'll link my main masterlist here!
This will also be linked on my roleplay account for Kit @roguepaladinofhell once I have it set up properly with the help of @the-devil-less-known ! Though, pls be aware this is her OC bio and not her RP bio (she is multi ship in roleplay).
Nick Name(s): KitKat (From Adam in derogatory); Mama K (Niffty); My Love (Michael, obsessively); My Muse (Lucifer)
Alias(es): The Rogue Paladin, The Oath Breaker, Paladin of Michael, Paladin of The Morningstar. Archdevil of Redemption (future arc)
Date of Creation: October 31, 1514
Species: A heavenborn angel, warrior variant above an Exorcist engineered as a guardian called a Paladin angel (there will be separate post made specifically
Current Occupation: Security contractor in Hell; CEO of K Security and Head Security of the Hazbin Hotel.
Personality: Responsible for the most part; she’s very easy going and gets along with most people. She's very mellow and hard to get on her bad side unless you've rubbed her the wrong way one too many times or you've done something incredibly heinous to one someone close to her such as Charlie or Angel Dust. She's very controlled in her emotions and has worked hard to practice this control, very rarely losing her cool, but when she does -- and it takes a lot to get to that point -- it's atomic.
Positive traits:
Loving
Independent
Compassionate
Responsible
Protective (Sometimes to a fault)
Negative Traits:
Impulsive
Stubborn
Pessimistic
Languages spoken: Enochian and most Earth languages
Likes: - Earth crystals - Guitar - Writing - Baking - Lucifer - Vaggi(e) - Alastor - Angel - Charlie - Reading - Black Coffee - Bats (She calls them sky puppies) - painting - working on motorcycles or just machinery in general (she likes to figure out how human machines work) - Velvette on most of her days at the Vee Tower - Stolas - Fizzie - Ozzie - Bee - Wrath (it was her first home in Hell) - Speaker of God - Raphael
Dislikes: - Valentino - Vox - Striker - Mammon - Hell’s porn industry -Michael (her ex and former abuser/superior) - Heaven though it's a little more complex than that - Adam - Lute - Lilith (this stems from a series of complex emotions brought on from both things that Charlie and Lucifer have told her and observations she herself has made from Hellborns and Sinners alike) - Wasps - Exorcists - Having her own existence used against her - overly sweet things.
Hobbies: - Collecting Earth crystals - Baking - Writing - Fixing motorcycles - singing - shopping with Fizz - Guitar - Sketching when she has time
Dreams/Goals:
Make Hell a safer place to coexist for Sinners and Hellborn via her K Security company
Prove Heaven's Law and Structure is Flawed and Imperfect
See redemption become reality
Phobia(s): Spheksophobia (fear of wasps), petrophobia (fear of locked in syndrome) which stems from her sisters of battle being petrified in stone as punishment in Heaven.
General Weakness: The main weakness of all Paladins is their limit in magic and this weakening them. A Paladin is required to have an oath with an angel of higher power such as a Seraphim like Michael, Sera, or Lucifer. This gives the Paladin access to whatever fraction of power the "patron" allows the receiver to have and what kind of power they can access! Such as Michael allows his Paladins to access primarily combative magic with healing. This is based on dungeons and dragons Paladin and Warlock features for those of my fellow D&D lovers out there!
Without an oath or an oath that has been broken and finally severed and waned, that Paladin has no magic and cannot use any form of holy magic unless bound by an oath with another angel of higher power. This substantially weakens their power unless they are proficient in melee and martial arts.
Kit's other general weakness that is easily exploited in the correct hands is her innate protectiveness. She is protective to a fault. She will put herself in harms way and will get herself hurt in order to protect another person; even if it fatally wounds her. This stems from the durability of her angel type and the training she had undergone under Michael's care as a Paladin.
Contract(s): Kit has no soul contract in Hell. She has her oath as a Paladin of Michael which she is an oath breaker of since her fall from grace. The oath to the Archangel of Justice when she was first created went as follows: "Uphold the mantle of justice and ensure the protection and safety of human souls and the innocent. Let not one soul fall upon a blade you did not fall upon first." Of course, this meant as a Paladin, she was designed and made to protect human souls. This oath was defiled when Adam had requested Extermination and demanded the Paladins be the ones to train and lead his Exorcists for the first few Exterminations. After all, the souls of Hell had already been judged and did not deserve their blades since they'd already been in their realm!
The oath grants Kit access to a fraction of Michael's magic, utilizing combative magic and healing word. This oath will wane over the course of the fanfiction and eventually, Kit will access to Michael's magic.
The OTHER oath Kit will eventually make after hers with Michael's will be with Lucifer (they will be dating by this point) in which she will become "The Paladin of the Morningstar" (not well received by some in Heaven as you can imagine).
Strengths: Martial Arts and acrobats; weapons handling with specialty in great weapons. Combative magic use.
Weapons: An angelic steel great axe with a handle made from wood carved from the tree of life in the Garden of Eden as if customary for Paladin Weaponry. This allows Paladins to bond with their weapons spiritually and call them to them in flashes of holy light. However, this is not the same type of weapon used by Exorcists!
Fighter or Hider: Fighter. 100% a fighter and won't think twice about it!
Powers: Without an oath and set in the future of the AU, Kit does have her own set of magic ability courtesy of Yvwh after SEVERAL character arcs and development and far into the future. These abilities are still being figured out and balanced as to not make her more powerful than Lu or Sera (for the sake of the power scale as that is important to me in the universe's scaling) as well as with how I've altered Charlie with being a Nephilim and boosted her own powers with what we know! This section will be updated when we know more but for now we will be titling it "Archdevil of Redemption!"
Sibling(s) Twin Sister
Name: Lyra
Status: Alive, current General of the Paladin Army after Kit's fall
Relationship: Strained, distant and antagonistic.
Everything below this point gets into the deep dive of her character more, her design and deeper lore! Be warned that it is a lot and WILL contain dark themes that may be triggering. Anything that is MAJORLY triggering I will put in a different post (such as the extent of Michael and Kit's relationship).
Kit was created to be a Paladin of Michael, living early life in Heaven under him as his General and as his right hand. Leading her sisters in his army, she trained them and attended meetings with Michael in the chambers of the elders which included Sera often times.
Kit, known then as "Kithara," was also regarded highly as Michael's General and his prodigy Paladin. She was the example of an ideal warrior for a guardian angel and thus, Michael and her "fell in love" as he would tell her.
Kit, for the record, at this point had no concept of what love was nor who she was at her core as a person. No idea what her orientation sexually or romantically was.
In this AU, Extermination started a bit earlier than in the show. The deal between Adam and Lilith was only made when Michael pulled the Paladins out of the Exterminations and Adam had no choice but to make a deal with Lilith in order to continue the Extermination with just the Exorcists alone.
Prior to this, with the Paladins ordered to train and lead the Exorcists into the first few Exterminations by Sera (after Adam's insistence), Kithara was the one in charge of training Lute and thus the temporary Lieutenant to Adam's Army. With the Paladins in play, Hell was strong armed into submitting to the Extermination and, unfortunately, both Sinners and Hellborn were not spared from the Extermination. However, only Paladins could traverse to the other rings. Of course, during this time, Lucifer was able to intervene if some Exorcists were to get too comfortable with going after Charlie or other Hellborn; much to Adam's and a few others' dismay.
After Kit's fall and Michael pulls the Paladin's from participation along with Adam's eventual deal with Lilith to prevent her own uprising and intervention, Sera forces Adam to make compromises with Lucifer as a means to keep him from making their jobs more difficult with the threat of returning with the Paladins. Lucifer didn't know at this time that it was an empty threat, of course. Thus, the agreement that Exorcists wouldn't go after Hellborn in return that Lucifer wouldn't intervene with Extermination was made in this AU.
Michael and Kit's Relationship - Toxic
I won't go into TOO much detail on their relationship as it could be very TRIGGERING. I might do a separate post or link a drabble here to give a better look into how Michael and Kit interacted outside of the main fanfiction, but otherwise...
Michael was so impaired by his faith in Heaven and refusing to even question or acknowledge Kit's concerns that he actively neglected her thoughts and feelings a lot. This manifested in many ways. Of course, it's also never a good idea for a superior to become involved in a subordinate!
This neglect turns into resentment over the course of 500 years that turns into physical manifestation and harm and eventually Kit and Michael get into a very toxic cycle with Michael perpetuating it and when Kit attempts to communicate, shutting it down with Heaven's "structure is law."
This comes to a head when Kit finally speaks up and has enough and Michael snaps. Once again, will link a specific drabble about the next bit for context as it is triggering! But Michael hurts her and Kit falls.
After her fall, Michael becomes obsessive with getting her back and righting his wrong, becoming a former shadow of himself... which he already wasn't himself since Lucifer's fall eons ago.
The Fall of a Paladin
Kit's fall happens after one particular Extermination when she meets a specific Sinner named Viol. She had been tense about it for years now, obviously, but seeing her sisters in battle stressed and then watching them wither and decay into themselves had been enough. Then, she say this Sinner willingly sacrifice himself to protect others and she realized she had enough after saving him and deciding she would be a voice for her sisters and herself.
Kit would speak up at a post Extermination meeting with the Paladins that had went, Exorcists, Michael, Sera and Adam. When she speaks up, she nearly causes a full revolution with other Paladins that get the courage to also speak up. This terrifies Sera and makes Michael actually question his faith before it quickly turns to anger while Adam tells Sera she needs to put the Paladins back in line.
In her moment of fear of Hell rather than her concern for the Paladins and her people, Sera orders the petrification of the Paladins revolting. They're too valuable to banish to Hell, but also too valuable to erase. In turning them to stone, Michael pleads with Sera to grant Kithara a pardon with an ultimatum from the High Seraphim to get her "back in line" by the end of the day.
As stated in the Michael and Kit Relationship part, the drabble I'll link up there once posted will have more context on the info that happened there as it will be triggering and will have the proper trigger warnings! I do not play when it comes to that!
Needless to say, Kit chose to jump when she had the chance and escaped the oppression and fell to Hell.
Wrath and Cage Fighting
When Kit fell into the Pride Ring, it had been during the same day as when Lucifer had a meeting with the other Sins at the Morningstar Manor while Lilith had been hosting an event. It was just simply easier that way and Satan had been on his way back through when he came across a broken fallen Paladin.
Satan took Kit under his wing to Wrath with the promise to help her navigate Hell in exchange for her being his enforcer in the illegal cage fighting that went on in the rings. He knew what she was and how durable and volatile her kind could be. Naturally, Kit accepted.
She never lost a cage fight and even took the practice to Pride when she finally moved to the Pride Ring after she and Satan finally parted ways.
After her fall, Kit also struggled immensely with a temper and rage that being around Satan consistently didn't help with. It were as though the culmination of her hurt and the sensation of betrayal from Heaven boiled over and imploded. She indulged in mortal vices in attempt to see if that would help; it didn't. She did discover when smoking cigars that she did have an oral fixation, though!
Over the years, she learns to restrain and regain control of her emotions, but this is something and flares and comes through from time to time again.
Paladin of the Morningstar Oath
I mentioned in basics that Kit makes an oath with Lucifer as a Paladin in order to regain some magic ability. This initially wasn't for her own comfort, but for his. She was completely fine relying on her own physical prowess, yet Lucifer felt concern about her own safety given the events in the fic timeline that occurred following losing her magical power with Michael's oath being severed for good. With becoming a Paladin of The Morningstar, Kit does not have access to full creation magic. She does get access to the ability to portal as Lucifer can and create projectile light as she had once been able to with Michael's magic (but with more flair thank you Luci).
What is K Security?
K Security is the company Kit built from the ground up after she left Wrath and moved to the Pride Ring and into an apartment with the Sinner she had spared on Extermination Day, Viol. While Viol was working up the ranks of becoming an Overlord and chasing his dreams of owning a music studio, Kit worked as his muscle and enforcer to protect his souls from other Overlords and slimy Sinners. This earned her a name as the Music Overlord's Guard Dog.
Kit opened K Security from the comfort of their home after hiring on a few imps that expressed interest in working with her to help Viol protect his studio and then it expanded into a small company working out of another apartment in the same building that Viol helped rent out from the increased amount of money coming in from both his funds and Kit's cash rewards from cage fights.
Then in came the clientale. Started out smaller. Hellborn-owned businesses needing some extra muscle to keep Sinners or other Hellborn from strong arming them out of their own establishments and then soon Viol got big enough to catch the attention of the Vees. Viol at this time was so fame hungry that he didn't miss the chance to merge and join partnership with the Vees, which in turn contracted K Security to their first biggest client: VoxTek.
After VoxTek, K Security would contract out to Carmilla Carmine for easier supply of weaponry for her security guards. Rosie was then in contact with Kit about setting up possible stations around Cannibal Town for her people's assured protection from "unwanted ruckus." During this point, the apartment building that she and Viol lived in would become condemned; Viol moved in with Vox, Vel and Val and Kit purchased the entire apartment complex and remodeled it into K Security as it is now with the top apartment becoming her current residence in Hell.
While making her contacts with the overlords and earning her name with the Sinners, her employees expanded and Satan had been more than willing to keep his end of the deal for her being his enforcer that first year of her life in Hell by only saying good things about her to his fellow Sins (this included Lucifer and Lucifer knew of a 'Kit' but does not put two and two together that the Kit he meets later in present timeline is the same woman nor a fallen angel).
Mammon hires on K Security to be Fizzarolli's security during his performances because of his insane fans. This is how Kit would come to meet Fizz who would become one of her closest friends. And then as Fizz becomes friends with Kit and trusts her, when he and Ozzie start to date, Oz hires K Security at his club as well as his factory. He also invests in Kit's company to help her expand.
Beelzebub and Belphegor also hire K Security (though Bee hires her once for a party and then just becomes friends with her and simply invites her to these parties as a guest).
The Sins are where Kit's connections to the Ars Goetia like Stolas come in and trickle down. Over the years, she builds a rapport and expands in a decade with hard work. I will do a post eventually on the main cast of OCs of Hellborn that run K Security (including the canon characters that work there!)
An Expanded List of K Security Clients Canon
Stolas among other Ars Goetia family
Fizzarolli and Asmodeus
Beelzebub
Belphegor -- Specifically for Security in her hospitals and clinics
Verosika Mayday
The Vees
Rosie
Carmilla Carmine (Vague Partnership)
Charlie of course!
Canon Characters in Hellaverse that have worked for or current work with K Security in AU (this is ongoing to be updated list)
That is all for now! Thank you for reading her lore, loves! I plan to do a more in depth dive on Paladins themselves and their biology as The Ex-Saint and Woeless Sinner Fanfiction progresses and the Army of Michael hierarchy and ranks!
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Author's Note: Greatly toxic Lucilith ahead! This is set with the possibility of the Morningstar family dynamic being more toxic than wholesome! Read at your own discretion, loves!
So this oneshot is how I imagine in my AU 'The Ex-Saint and Woeless Sinner' how Lilith and Lucifer's relationship kind of cracks and breaks here and there!
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Summary:
Lilith had been scorned by Heaven's punishment towards her; not just the fall with Lucifer, but her own curse for choosing herself over Adam that Heaven brought down upon her.
Obsessed with leading her own uprising against Heaven and pulling the strings just right, she hosts many galas for Sinners to gather and hear her voice -- to empower... much to Lucifer's dismay as he fights a depressive spiral with his own stress overload and the impending implosion of their strained marriage.
Content Warning: Emotional and mental manipulation/abuse
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The lights had been bright shining over the gala that the Morningstars had hosted that night. The Manor had been decorated elaborately with crystals and lace that Lilith had picked out so painstakingly the week prior. She had all but shooed Lucifer away when he tried to offer any semblance of input, as was common in any event that the King and Queen hosted.
Lilith planned, coordinated and led while Lucifer stood by her side, smiled and entertained like the supportive husband he had become. The Queen of Hell just thrived so well taking the lead in everything in Hell’s politics that didn’t directly involve the Sins. Sinners, specifically Overlords? That was where the Queen tugged the strings and pulled their subjects into place so well.
The gala had been about unity; Lilith’s idea. Hell’s population had been steadily increasing in the last hundred years and Heaven had shown some increasing unrest after the last few meetings Lucifer had to sit through with Sera regarding it. It had apparently spawned Michael to broach the idea of a new guardian angel, though Lucifer hadn’t the faintest clue what Sera had meant by that in their last briefing. That had been over a year ago and since then, Heaven had made no attempt to properly contact him again aside from letters through the Embassy.
Lilith had always been about unifying Hell against Heaven; creating a strong force against the very utopia that restrained and punished those for their choice in individuality even if vile and debaucherous. Her voice always brought Sinners together and empowered them to be more than the sin they simply gave into – the carnal desires and murderous cravings.
While Lucifer couldn’t bear to look at Sinners and the evil he had wrought, Lilith nurtured it and used events such as that very night to plan and further her movement to an uprising against Heaven with her ‘children’ who would follow her without question.
And Lucifer? Just a shadow in the background to entertain and mask with the Devil’s grin when Sinners got too close or too friendly with him. No Sins were there, no Hellborn, no one he knew nor cared to remember – only Lilith’s followers.
And he was expected to be the poise, smiling, charismatic King of Hell.
Lilith had been graceful as she mingled with Overlords and Sinners she had invited into their ballroom, her beautiful long blond hair flowing around her like a curtain of silk. Lucifer’s heart that had once beat so hard to see the cascade of those locks now wrenched painfully as it had begun to do so over the last few decades.
She laughed, head tilted back as Lucifer sat upon his throne at the back of the room. His claws gripped the armrests of the throne as he watched with his red eyes, forced to smile painfully as his wife leaned into a Sinner. She was intentionally pressing herself against him, glancing over her delicate shoulder and towards Lucifer with her sharp lilac eyes to see if her husband was looking before leaning in to whisper something in the mortal’s ear.
Lucifer’s smile cracked just a hair.
Deep breath.
If he expressed any discomfort; if he showed any hurt or even moved in a way that upset Lilith, there would be hell to pay later… and Lucifer simply did not have the energy to fight… not after the week of court with the Sins he had. Asmodeus had nearly had Mammon’s head twice and Satan had nearly let three unjust executions go forward. Lucifer’s head was still throbbing from that and knew another spat with Lilith would just send him down another spiral he couldn’t handle.
He was already struggling to keep his head above water with the paperwork as it was… and the rubber ducks were multiplying in his office again.
Another one of Lilith’s melodic laughs made Lucifer’s eye twitch as she spun around the ballroom, speaking to another woman about something rather important. Lilith’s dress was stunning – a gown Lucifer had made for her himself of sheer lace with meticulously placed black gemstones woven into the design so the lights would catch and make her glow like an ethereal ghost.
Lucifer thought she was beyond beautiful and yet, it left his stomach hollow and his head aching. His heart no longer fluttered the way it once did.
For a brief moment, Lilith left the ballroom floor as her guests chattered and danced to the music, her long legs moving one in front of the other as her heels clicked against the marble. Lucifer almost didn’t register that she was walking towards him until the Queen of Hell was nearly looming over his throne.
“Lucifer, my dear~” Lilith purred as she approached the side of his throne and leaned down. She gave him a sickeningly sweet smile and tilted her head as she continued, “Why don’t you come speak to our guests? They are your subjects, my love.”
Here we go… Lucifer thought and swallowed the anxiety in his throat, taking a shaky breath as he looked up at his wife. He didn’t want to talk to the Sinners; he knew he’d fuck it up. Lucifer wasn’t fond of them and he recognized that about himself – resented them in his way. And with that, he knew he would struggle to socialize and as a result, incur the wrath of his wife.
It would tip the dominos of Lucifer’s spiral from a mild depressive episode into a manic party and he knew that.
Tugging at his bowtie, Lucifer cleared his throat and tried to reason with Lilith, “Honey, you know I can’t… don’t socialize well with Sinners… I’m more than happy to talk to them if they come to me, but…”
He trailed off as the soft smile on Lilith’s face fell and her expression twisted into a scowl and a disapproving look. It was like a mother scolding her child… though, with more of a sneer.
Lucifer felt his heart sink as the guilt crept in, the urge to give in strong as Lilith’s eyes narrowed and her lips pressed together firmly.
“Dear,” Lilith’s tone shifted, colder yet still eerily sweet as she quieted her voice for him to hear, “I’m one of them… you love me, do you not?”
“Lilith, don’t compare yourself to them-”
“If you hate them, then you must hate me just as much.” Lilith stated bluntly before Lucifer could finish, her voice turning flat as she kneeled next to Lucifer’s throne, the party around them completely oblivious to the little marital crack happening just under their noses.
Lucifer’s eyes widened and he straightened in his seat, turning to face his wife more and reaching out to hold her face in his blackened hands, not seeing the way Lilith smirked just a little bit at his reaction. “My love, I could never! I adore you!”
“Then you can do this for me?” Lilith reiterated, reaching up to grab Lucifer’s wrists before taking his hands away from her face. She stood, smiled down at him before narrowing her eyes as if reminding him to be mindful of his words and then she spun back towards the main ballroom and gracefully glided back towards the crowd of Sinners awaiting her.
Lucifer watched her go, red eyes wide and heart hammering in his chest as his hands tingled. There was a slight ringing in his ears and a tightening pain in his chest that wouldn’t quite go away. He felt wrong.
After sitting for a moment longer, the Devil’s sharp grin slid into place and Lucifer snapped his fingers. In a puff of red smoke and hellfire, his apple cane appeared in his right hand and he rose from the throne.
Just smile, nod, and keep your answers short and sweet, Lucifer thought as he descended onto the ballroom.
He couldn’t see Lilith anymore, but he could hear her. She was singing with a few other women, cheerful and radiant while others danced to the mesmerizing piano that filled the Manor ballroom. The King’s boots clicked on the marble as he looked around at the guests who all glanced at him curiously; many eager to speak to him but shy to approach the Devil.
None in Hell questioned him. He may not have been as active in the Sinner side of things as Lilith was, but his name was still just as feared. And as Lucifer’s eyes thinned to red slits, he worried about that exact fame and the potential thunder he’d possibly steal from his wife and her movement.
It was why he’d rather just be the ‘supportive hubby’ at events Lilith hosted. He loved her and would rather not get in the way.
As he expected, many Sinners avoided him and simply made him a path. Lucifer internally cringed, suddenly feeling as though he were being scrutinized as part of him wanted to look around and see if Lilith were watching him. The cane tapped the floor as he gripped the apple in his right hand, razor grin sharpening just a fraction as Lucifer tried not to seem bothered by the difficulties of his current task and how the Sinners choosing to avoid him were making him look bad to his wife.
Fortunately, he found an Overlord that was willing to converse with the Devil as Lucifer came across him not even a few feet later. He was a tall man draped in all black and neon green accents; Lucifer had to tilt his head back and look up, the demon skeletal in frame as the man looked down at the King with a rather polite grin.
“Good evening, Your Majesty,” the Overlord greeted with a gentlemanly bow, “I hope thou are having a good time.”
Lucifer blinked, taken aback by the politeness of the man before cracking a more sincere grin. He could work with this.
Meanwhile, Lilith was dancing with another man, twirling with a giggle before being dipped. She was basking in all the attention. The way everyone was feeding into her power and hanging on her every word and thought. She just had to breathe and they dropped to her knees for her.
Her demons, her Sinners, her children.
“Thank you, Darling!” Lilith blew the man a kiss as she took a few steps back and nearly bumped into a group of women who idolized her. “Oh, apologies, my sweetlings!”
She reached out and caressed the women’s hair, cooing over the demonesses as though they were her daughters and they all melted under the Queen’s touch. The circle that had formed around Lilith was a constant – a spotlight of attention she had grown accustomed to.
The Mother of Demons – the Mother of All would lead them by her inspiring voice. She could move them and lure them in by just a giggle alone.
“One day, we will be free from Heaven’s looming threat, my children,” Lilith promised as she always did to those forming the circle around her while sipping the wine she had put out herself and eating the baked goods her staff had worked so hard to prepare.
The Sinners around her leaned in as she brought her hands towards her chest, brows knitted together and lips pursed in a pout. Lilith sighed as she reached out and gestured to them, spinning in a slow circle. Rehearsed, the words fell from her painted black lips like an incantation meant to enchant.
“We must resist, my darlings. We mustn’t let them take away our individuality nor punish us for that! Are we so wrong for our own desires and ideas? No! One day, Heaven will fall, I swear!”
The demons around her all cheered and clapped, Lilith’s head lifting in pride as she felt the influence she had surge through her. She smiled, shining with confidence as she thought to herself about every little moment she’d been waiting to get back at Heaven for. She had wanted nothing more than to drive a knife into Heaven’s foundation and break it apart; watch it fall and crumble in the face of hypocrisy that was the face of the Heavenly Father.
She was getting one step closer everyday with her children; the children that were supposed to be hers in the first place and had been robbed from her against her will.
Just another century or two, and Lilith was confident that Hell would have such a mass number in both Hellborn and Sinners alike that Heaven wouldn’t stand a chance if she were to start a proper uprising. She could almost feel the sun of Eden on her pale skin once more.
Suddenly, the sound of laughter cut through Lilith’s victorious glee. A long breath exhaled, lips parting as she turned her head from the now thinning circle around her and following a few straying followers of hers towards a little gathering crowd across the ballroom. While her fans were still clapping and cheering so loud that she shouldn’t have been able to hear anything over them, she couldn’t help but overhear the joy that has taken away from her cause.
Lucifer.
He was talking to Zestial, one of the oldest Overlords and biggest supporters of Hell’s royal family. The two seemed to be having a pleasant conversation and, as a result, Lucifer was actually being himself. The Devil was laughing; deep and sincere. It had caught the attention of a few other Sinners and, suddenly, a little crowd had formed.
Disruptive.
She told him to talk to their guests, not host his own party when she was working towards her own cause.
And she made sure to let him know that later that night.
The doors to the master bedroom slammed open after the gala and Lucifer flinched, having already been sitting on the edge of the bed in his robe and preparing to turn in for the night after just putting in his hair curlers and adjusting his ducky headband.
Lilith had spent the last hour of the night bidding their guests goodbye and listening to at least half of them telling her how sweet and funny her husband was and it had agitated her. She came storming into their bedroom, dress flaring behind her and hair flying.
“Lucifer!”
He jumped, startled as he had just finished adjusting the fuzzy headband on his head. “Yes, Honey?”
Lilith approached the foot of the bed, her brows furrowed as she crossed her arms. She clenched her jaw and took a deep breath. Closing her eyes, she chose her next words carefully. It was as though the gears in her head rewound and started back up as she exhaled.
“My love,” Lilith started again, softer as she opened her lilac eyes and looked down at Lucifer. She was still so tense, arms crossed and tone filled with a condescension Lucifer knew too well by that point. “I am… appreciative that you did what I asked.”
Lucifer let go of a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. The anxiety had been killing him all night, the chest pain immense and suffocating as he had been waiting for the other shoe to drop and for her to tell him he had done something wrong.
He felt relief then as his shoulders dropped and he smiled a little bit. He had done good. “I’d do anything for you, Lily.”
Lucifer began to pull back the blankets of their massive bed, feeling now like he could properly sleep and actually have a chance at sleeping a full night. His body was starting to tremble from the adrenaline of anxiety leaving his body.
Lilith watched him relax, her eyes narrowing as her lips parted. “But…”
Every muscle in Lucifer’s body went rigid as he settled into bed, red eyes meeting his wife’s. Suddenly, the tightness was back and Lucifer’s breathing turned a bit more shallow.
She then continued, folding her hands behind her back and lifting her chin as though Lucifer were a peasant that she was gazing down upon. “You ruined the gala.”
His mouth opened to speak, tears starting to prick at the corners of his eyes as his brain begged him to say ‘I didn’t do anything’ or ‘I just did what you wanted.’ Lucifer felt like his body was made of lead, the ringing in his ears back and the edges of his vision fuzzy as panic settled in.
Lucifer had failed again. He had done what Lilith asked and still failed her. He couldn’t do what she needed of him.
“Truly, Dear,” Lilith sighed and looked away in disappointment, “I… I needed all the attention on the cause…”
Then, the hollowness consumed and numbed as Lucifer felt the tears in his eyes dry with a few blinks. The ache didn’t leave, but it dulled as he took a pained breath as the episode of spiraling depression Lucifer had been fighting off all week finally claimed him. All energy he had left was sapped; gone. He couldn’t fight anymore.
“I’m sorry, Lily.”
“Don’t call me that right now,” Lilith chastised him, refusing to look his way, “You don’t have the right when you disappoint me, Morningstar.”
“I…” Lucifer cleared his throat and looked down at his blackened hands in his lap. “Yes, Dear…”
She spared a glance at him out of the corner of her eye. “I will be sleeping in the guest room tonight. You need to earn the right to sleep in the same bed as me again.”
“Yes, Dear.”
“I’ll send Clyde to collect some things,” Lilith turned then, briskly walking towards the door before saying once more over her shoulder, “I do hope you learn from this, Lucifer.”
With that said, Lilith drifted out of the bedroom, leaving Lucifer alone to sit in their bed and think. All he could do now was just think. Sleep was going to be unattainable.
It always was when he disappointed Lilith.
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Summary:
Charlie begins to crash out over the impending doom of the expedited Extermination and Vaggie finally brings up the one things the Princess of Hell has refused to even acknowledge: asking her father for help. Kit had never properly met Lucifer Morningstar herself nor did she fully understand Charlie's issue with her father, but the young Morningstar lights up at the idea when she realizes that the King of Hell could get her a meeting with Heaven since Lucifer would have far higher connections with the elders than Adam.
It was simply a matter of talking to him.
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A few weeks passed and it seemed the Hazbin Hotel wasn’t working in terms of the way Charlie was anticipating. She felt stumped - and rightfully so. Kit had assured her that it was just a setback. After all, they didn’t know for sure what all needed to be done in order to rehabilitate sinners and it would have to be a learning process.
Of course, the fact that Adam was bringing the Exorcists back six months early and putting a deadline to prove the hotel worked wasn’t good either.
Pale yellow eyes groggily opened as Kit roused from slumber, the warmth of the bed covers too inviting for her to get up as she curled up and willed herself to try and go back to sleep as Hell’s morning light crept in through the windows of her room.
She turned over, her back facing the window as she pulled the covers up and over her shoulders. She closed her eyes shut tight and wistfully begged for sleep to reclaim her - to let her sleep just a little bit longer before she had to get up and start the day.
The last few weeks had been hectic for Kit on the security side as well. Nothing with the hotel, thankfully, but some of her clients were having the most unfortunate time. Verosika Mayday had called her a few days ago to report how she and her coworkers had been arrested in the human world but Vortex, Kit’s employee, had been doing a fantastic job keeping her safe despite the recent setbacks. Fizz had an increase of freaks at Ozzie’s as Mammon’s yearly clown fiasco got closer and closer so a few of her per diem security guards had to be called in. On top of that, Stolas had called to ask Kit for help as Stella had been hiring people to break into his home since they had separated.
She heaved a sigh and rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as her brain processed the workload she had. No one in her company was willing to be stationed at the hotel still, so that was all on her on top of running everything else. And while she had her assistant at K Security, she sometimes felt like she just needed a personal little demon on her shoulder to handle the extra tedious work.
“Fuck, I need another assistant…” Kit grumbled and huffed in annoyance as she pushed the blanket off of her upper half, glaring to the side where her nightstand was, her phone charging peacefully.
She debated on laying in bed and scrolling on the Hell’s version of the internet for the morning, but instead, she pulled the rest of the covers off of her and she sat up. Rubbing her tired face, she swung her legs over the edge of the bed and stood up, her bare feet hitting the cold floor. She was unbothered as she stretched her arms above her head, feeling her muscles flex as she yawned.
One thing she hadn’t been prepared for as an angel falling from grace was the sleepiness and brain fog in the mornings. When she was in Heaven, she didn’t need a lot of sleep but since she fell, she was easily tired. Granted, she felt nowhere near the same tiredness that Sinners had the pleasure of experiencing, but still.
Fallen angels had to experience it all; each thing a human could feel. Before she fell, she hadn’t been hungry before or needed to sleep more than three or four hours. She hadn’t experienced genuine lust and she still actually hasn’t.
When she had made love to Michael, there was no buzzing sensation of lust as Angel Dust would often describe to her. Just the feeling of love and perfect pleasure with no pain. Angel had told her she had no idea what she was missing. Though, with Michael, it was hard to discern if what she was feeling was really love or if she just thought that was indeed the feeling because she was told so.
She wondered if maybe she would get to experience it eventually. That is, if she ever chose to date again. It was slim pickings in Hell and she wouldn’t touch a Sinner in fear of getting attached and then their mortal soul being snuffed out during Extermination Day or another unfortunate event that can harm human souls.
Kit sighed as she let her arms fall back to her sides and she walked towards her bathroom to shower.
When she emerged from her bathroom a few minutes later freshly showered and dressed, she made her way out into the hallway and began the trek downstairs to the lobby of the hotel.
Kit nearly bumped into Vaggie as they both came to the grand staircase. “Oof, sorry, Kid.”
Vaggie didn’t even acknowledge the apology as she asked Kit, “Have you seen Charlie?”
“Bruh, I just got up.” Kit admitted with a snort as the other fallen angel smiled, amused by Kit’s expression as she raised her brows. “I haven’t even seen my coffee mug yet, let alone anyone aside from you.”
They both came down the stairs and finally could hear the rampant mumbling that was Charlie in the parlor. As Kit and Vaggie came to the landing of the stairs, they were met with the scene of the entire parlor being covered in paper and notes - all tacked up and connected with little pink and red yarns as Charlie paced in front of them. The other residents, aside from Alastor, were standing back behind the couch facing the fireplace that had become the main board of Charlie’s notes. The one elegant little chair that Alastor favored was tipped over and haphazardly shoved into a corner to make room and the other couch was flipped onto its side, its underside being used as additional board space.
As they descended the stairs with concern written all over their faces, Kit could see the little notes and drawings Charlie had put on the papers. Illustrations of her plans for rehabilitation and redemption; all displayed in happy doodles rather than documents on a business plan.
Niffty sat on the only intact couch, bouncing in her seat as she watched Charlie’s meltdown unfold. Pentious was anxiously peering at her from behind the safety of the couch. As Kit and Vaggie moved to stand next to the snake demon, Husk shuffled up with an orange mug of coffee in his clawed hand.
He arched one large, bushy brow and frowned, his red wings twitching as they all watched for a moment as the Princess of Hell muttered incoherently to herself.
Angel then slid into the picture and furrowed his brows in deep concern. “Yikes…”
Vaggie looked up at Kit before she looked at Charlie’s disheveled hair bouncing around as she shook her head vehemently. “Charlie? … Sweetie… You, uh… You good?”
Charlie abruptly spun around, her eyes bloodshot as she smiled a little too forcefully to hide her overwhelming anxiety. “Nope, no! Not really! Haha!”
Kit grimaced as the blonde turned back to face her makeshift pinterest board of illustrations. Kit went to speak, unaware that Niffty had stood up on the couch and was now turned around to face her, leaning over the back edge and making the grabby motion up at her while grinning wildly.
“Charlie,” Kit started and subconsciously batted Niffty’s little hands away. “Have you slept?”
Charlie tore one of her doodles down and stared at it, still smiling as a visible twitch took over her face. “I’ve been up all night trying to figure out why the hotel isn’t working!”
Niffty finally managed to lift herself up, falling over the back of the couch rather than into Kit’s arms as she had so desired. It wasn’t a problem as the little insect demon then chose to latch onto Kit’s boot instead, hugging her leg while cackling maniacally. Yet, Kit was unfazed as she crossed her arms and pursed her lips in worry as Charlie spun back to face the group.
The stress was ready to burst at the seams of her painfully broad grin. “We’ve done trust falls! We’ve tried sharing our feelings!”
Suddenly, the ground began to tremble beneath them as Charlie clenched her fists and brought her arms to her chest, the little paper in her hand crumpled up as the twitch in her face got worse.
“We only have a couple months left before the angels come!” Charlie then snapped, her teeth sharpening as she started to laugh hysterically with a distorted and deep echo, red horns growing from her forehead. A demonic aura surrounded her as her hair began to flare up as if having a mind of its own.
Pentious ducked behind the couch in fear as Kit knitted her eyebrows together and tilted her head in worry at Charlie’s mental state. The kid was under a lot of stress and Kit knew she wasn’t her child, but she didn’t like seeing the younger woman so… well, manic.
Charlie then took a deep breath to calm herself, and the hellish quakes ceased as her devil traits receded. “And at this rate…”
She trailed off, taking another deep breath before Vaggie let out a hesitant sigh and started to speak, “Maybe it’s time…”
Charlie’s eyes widened in alarm as she whipped around to stare at her girlfriend. She narrowed her exhausted eyes, sensing already where her girlfriend was going. “No!”
Kit was utterly confused as Vaggie closed her eyes and took a deep breath.
“To ask…” Vaggie nearly fell back as Charlie launched onto the couch and leaned over the back top cup Vaggie’s cheeks, squishing them together as she looked into the other woman’s eyes.
“Don’t say it!” Charlie begged, eyes pleading as Kit cocked her hip, shifting her weight to one leg while Husk shared a confused look with her.
Vaggie knew what she was about to say was not something Charlie wanted to hear, but she knew they needed every advantage for the hotel that they could get. “Your dad.”
Charlie let go of her face, hands moving to her shoulders as the blonde lowered her head and let out a disgruntled groan.
Her dad? As in Lucifer? As in the King of Hell?
Kit was more confused now. Why wouldn’t Charlie want to ask him for help? She knew that Charlie and her father weren’t exactly close; in fact, Charlie seemed to be totally distant. Kit didn’t know much about The Devil, but she had seen the occasional glimpse of him during her time working for the Sins and the Goetias. Of course, working for the more powerful Hellborn demons, you’re bound to make some connections. Yet, she had never met the King of Hell himself.
Vaggie continued, taking her lover’s hand in hers and offering a supportive squeeze. “Charlie, I know you don’t want to, but we need every advantage we can get.”
Charlie peered up at Vaggie with a frown. “He let the Extermination happen to begin with!”
Ah, there it is, Kit thought to herself, That checks out.
Of course, Charlie must have some semblance of resentment towards her father for that. But, it wouldn’t have been so simple. Kit didn’t know the specifics of the terms of the Extermination when it had started, but from what Michael had told her, if Lucifer hadn’t agreed to the Extermination, it would’ve been far worse for the entirety of Hell. Michael himself would’ve led an entire purge on Hell’s population, and it wouldn’t have been restricted to the Pride Ring. It more than likely wouldn’t have excluded Lucifer himself.
If Lucifer had refused, there wouldn’t have been a restriction on the Hellborns… of course, Kit didn’t know that for certain. She didn’t want to try and defend the action of approving Extermination, but she knew that it wasn’t so simple… it was more complicated than that.
But she did know for a fact that the Hellborns were off limits during Extermination. Only the Sinners were to fall by angelic blades.
“They just had a meeting and said, ‘go ahead and kill everyone’!” Charlie grumbled and then sat up with wide eyes as an idea sparked in her tired head. A gasp left her as she turned back to her idea board. “Wait. That’s it!”
Kit arched a brow. “Kill everyone?”
Charlie looked over her shoulder and smiled sheepishly. “No! He could get me a meeting with Heaven!”
Kit’s face soured as she realized what she was planning. Vaggie was quick to beat Kit to the punch as she clasped her hands together and narrowed her one good eye seriously at Charlie. “Didn’t we already try that?”
Charlie nervously pushed some of her disheveled hair out of her face. “Well, yeah, with Adam. He was an asshole!”
Kit nodded in agreement, her expression returning to a neutral state as she got a grip on herself. “That’s fair.”
“But he isn’t in charge of all of Heaven,” Charlie continued and bounced over to Kit, looking up at her with a newfound spark of hope. “Right, Kit?”
“If Adam was in charge, the entirety of Heaven would be a dumpster fire of misogyny…” Kit stated before adding sarcastically, “Not that it already isn’t…”
Charlie beamed and threw an arm around Kit’s shoulders, turning to Vaggie and saying, “We could go to the top!”
Kit clicked her tongue and made a nervous sneer as she let out a skeptical whine. “I don’t know, Kid… Heaven’s not as open minded as you’d think. I knew some of the angels at the top and… well…”
She couldn’t find the correct words as she frowned deeply, not wanting to crush Charlie’s idea, but knowing any meeting with the court of Heaven would not end well unless they had concrete proof that redemption is indeed possible.
And why wouldn’t it be? No one up there knew what got a soul into Heaven.
Charlie knew Kit meant well and she was an angel directly from Heaven, so she knew what she was talking about. Despite that, Charlie had hope and leaned against Kit’s side and said reassuringly, “There’s sure to be some angels who will listen.”
The corners of Kit’s lips twitched as she tried to give Charlie a supportive grin, but she couldn’t stop the dread settling into her chest.
Charlie then let go of her and turned back towards the wall of notes, taking out her phone. As she turned on the phone and unlocked the screen, Charlie opened her contact list and began scrolling until she got to the ‘D’ section, which only had one contact.
Charlie had her father in as ‘Dad,’ his adjoining picture was that of a little rubber duck in a white top hat mimicking his actual hat and a black bowtie with painted rosy cheeks. Staring at the contact, Charlie’s thumb hovered over the call button, her eyes full of hesitation.
Which Husk immediately picked up on. It wasn’t unknown that Charlie had some parental issues… what with her mother disappearing seven years ago and her seeming distant from her father.
“What’s the holdup?” Husk asked after taking a sip of his Irish coffee. “You got daddy issues?”
Charlie spun around to face everyone again with wide eyes, hiding her phone behind her back as though she were hiding evidence of a crime. “No, we just have never been close.”
Husk hummed, smiling at the fact that he was right, which earned an elbow in the ribs from Kit the moment Charlie had her back to them again, looking down at her phone anxiously.
“After he and Mom split, he never really wanted to see me.” Charlie explained, seeming sad as she looked back at the others. “He calls… sometimes, but only if he’s bored or like, needs me to do something.”
Husk shrugged and looked at Kit. “Daddy issues.”
Kit shook her head in disapproval and glared at him in gentle warning. Vaggie also shared the sentiment with her arms crossed and her one eye narrowed at the cat-like demon.
Niffty climbed back over the couch after tearing herself away from Kit’s leg, standing up on the cushions and pulling out a large steak knife, the idea of meeting the Devil himself exciting the little demon as Angel leaned over the back of the couch, one set of arms dangling over the edge while the other propped his head up.
“Well,” Angel started with a sly, flirtatious smirk. “I'd like to meet the big dick in charge.”
Niffty held out the knife loosely in one hand as she pressed a dainty finger to her cheek with the other. “The ultimate bad boy!”
She began to giggle like a little gremlin as Angel’s smirk turned into a grimace, one hand reaching around her to grab the knife and toss it aside.
Niffty continued her giggling despite losing her knife, instead putting one hand on her hip and fluffing her short, curly hair with the other. “I bet he’s scary!”
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The Morningstar Estate was separated from the rest of Pentagram City; isolated from the Sinners and guarded by a tall stone wall with apple engravings along the top. The eccentric golden gate shone almost mockingly like the luminous gates of Heaven’s entrance.
The exterior was grand, towering pridefully over the city below it. A beautiful garden surrounded the courtyard, roses from the living world blooming without a touch of hellish threads to taint them with mutated eyes or spikes. As if protected by magic.
The corridors were decorated with an extravagant circus theme with apple accents; the walls painted a muted red that occasionally transitioned into soft pinks depending on the room. Some rooms seemed to resemble a circus tent rather than an actual home or mansion. Gold lined everything, shining as the hellish red light poured in from the windows.
Despite the luxurious and grand mansion’s lived-in interior, it was dark. No lights were on aside from a few lamps with pale gold circus tent shades. The eerie glow was casted along the halls. It looked almost like the Hazbin Hotel, except far grander and more intricate.
The halls were quiet aside from the occasional servant bustling about to clean the estate and prevent it from becoming piled up with dust. After all, the one resident of the entire mansion kept to himself and only made the journey to a few selected rooms in the home.
The throne room had to be absolutely spotless. The imps knew that well and, though they knew their King wouldn’t punish them for a scuffed throne or smeared windows, they’d rather not risk invoking his wrath.
The floors had to be mopped and polished so when the King had visitors over, it was presentable for them. Aside from the throne room, the ballroom had to be just as spotless - but only ever when a party had to be held… which hadn’t happened in seven years since the Queen had left.
She had handled all the dinner parties and events… without her, the Morningstar Manor hadn’t seen a party of any kind since. Still, the maids kept it up just in case the Goetias or the Sins would convince the King to let them host parties there. Very few would be granted permission, however.
The dining hall, of course, needed to be kept up. As did the kitchen.
The little meeting room for private discussions among Sins was also kept decent, though not cared for as much.
The master bedroom was always prim and proper - along with the bathroom and the walk-in closet. The same walk-in closet that the King had ordered his servants to clean out of anything that had once belonged to the Queen. Not to be thrown away, however. Just moved to one of the guest rooms for storage.
It had helped him manage his entire mental state since she had left. Getting ready in the morning had already become so tedious that seeing her clothes still sharing the space of what had once been their closet made his heart ache too much.
Of course, Princess Charlotte’s room had to be spick and span should the Princess of Hell ever come to stay with her father again. It was still the same way the younger Morningstar had left it; that was the one thing the maids were sure they’d be punished for should they move something too much out of place.
All other rooms were left to collect dust, darkened and faded. The only other room that ever had any attention was the King’s office - and no servant dared to go in there unless they were ordered. That was the King’s main work space and the place where he isolated himself as of late.
The double doors were grand, carved with little designs that curled and snaked like vines.
The office itself was darkened, the only light being from the windows inside and the lamp casting a red tinted yellow ray of light onto the desk at the back wall. Stairs led up to the desk as if a separate throne in of itself. A figure sat on the velvet stool, hunched over.
The room was chaotic, to say the least. Pictures in golden frames were on the walls in a disorganized manner, but they all depicted the Morningstar family. One large portrait showcased a young Charlie sitting atop her father’s shoulders and laughing as her mother, Lilith, came in from the right side. Anyone that met Charlie had to know she was Lucifer’s - she was practically his clone.
The other images consisted of the family in a fall setting among the living while another displayed a teen Charlie going through an emo phase.
Yet, every picture was proudly displayed.
The rug that led from the bottom of and up the stairs of the platform where the desk sat was bunched up here and there. Above the desk were tools pinned up on the red wall and framed in red silk curtains- saws, pliers… tools for torture, one would assume. Yet, the delicate paint brushes that sat in porcelain cups in the corners offered a contrasting story.
Lucifer himself remained hunched over his desk, grumbling to himself quietly as he worked. His white hat casted a shadow over his workspace, the gold of his crown sitting nestled in the snake wrapped around it caught the hellish light pouring in from the windows.
His white suit was pristine; it always was despite what spiral of depression he was in. He could control that with a little bit of magic. The white tail coat had no wrinkle or crease, the pink accents making his complexion pop. His blackened hands worked the little project he was so focused on, the gleam of a golden wedding band shining each time the lamp’s glow bounced off of it.
His voice wasn’t too deep as he growled to himself. It almost sounded menacing, yet had that angelic tenor.
“That’s it… almost there…” He perked up slightly. “Now presenting…”
He stopped himself and spun around on his heel, his heeled black boots clicking against the floor. Held out his hand with a proud smile on his face as his entire demeanor changed.
In his hand was a little rubber duck with a purple top hat and a red bowtie. And Lucifer looked beyond ecstatic as his razor sharp smile beamed. He looked more like an excited child rather than a scary Lord of the Hells.
“The magic-tastical backflipping rubber duck! Haha!” He exclaimed to no one in particular as the little webbed feet of the ducky left his palm, performing a little back flip as if on command. Then, the King of Hell’s smile turned a bit more sinister rather than happy as he added, “That spits fire!”
The rubber duck’s beak opened as flames ignited from it, flaring out like a flamethrower. As soon as the fire dissipated, Lucifer brought his most recent creation toward his face and laughed joyfully. One of the King’s favorite hobbies was making rubber ducks and, after Lilith had left, it had gone from a beloved hobby to an obsession. A hyperfixation for him to escape to.
In his servants’ opinions, it had gotten out of hand. Piles of yellow ducks covered the King’s office. The little tea table and his desk were probably the only surfaces cleared of rubber ducks, and he had one duck sitting at the tea table in a party hat.
Of course, he had something to distract himself - to keep his mind off of the sad and lonely feeling ebbing away at him as the evident depression he had been in for thousands of years spiraled and worsened.
So, what temporary joy he had out of the little abominations wasn’t unwelcome.
Lucifer was in full swing of acting as if he were showcasing his flamethrower ducky to an audience, standing straight up and chuckling as he waved off the invisible crowd. “Hold the applause! Please, okay!”
He started to step down the stairs, holding out the ducky on his right palm as he continued to address the make believe crowd.
“Oh, thank you, thank you!” His facade then started to crack and he let out a disgruntled sigh and glared down at the offending rubber duck. “Oh God, who am I kidding, this sucks!”
He scowled and threw the ducky at the nearest wall, which happened to hit the portrait of him holding his toddler daughter on his shoulders with his estranged wife next to him. His heart ached as he looked up at it, seeing how happy they had once been.
Lilith leaving him was rough, yes, and he missed her terribly. Yet, the pain of not being close with his daughter ate away at him the most. When he and Lilith were happy and in a good place in their relationship, their family was happy. Sure, they had certainly had rough moments earlier in their centuries together that Lucifer was absolutely not about to think lest he open a door he could not close again in his spiral, but after having Charlie, it had looked up! Lucifer doted on Charlie every chance he got and made sure his little girl never shed a single tear. Well, when he had been able to be around her, that is.
Yet, after he and Lilith began to have problems once more, it created a rift between him and Charlie. A rift that only got worse when Lilith up and left them, never to be seen again and without a single word of an explanation.
Lucifer’s scowl immediately softened into a grimace of internal pain as he knitted his brows together and looked up specifically at little Charlie’s face, thinking about what she would be doing right now. The last time he had spoken to her was after Extermination when Adam had demanded to have a meeting about moving up the date of the next one.
And even then, Lucifer wasn’t sure he had really talked to her. She had mentioned something about a project she was working on, but he couldn’t recall. He had a lot of trouble paying attention recently; especially with the most recent depressive episode he’s had.
Before he could get too lost in his woes of beating himself up for being a bad dad, Lucifer’s phone started to buzz, ringing with a classic circus tone. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and was greeted with Charlie’s toddler face on his screen, flashing that she was calling.
His red eyes widened as he looked at the caller ID, his brain processing that Charlie was calling him. Panic suddenly took over his entire being as he fumbled with the phone. “Daughter? Daughter calling? Daughter! Daughter calling!”
He nearly dropped his phone as he nervously fumbled around, finally grabbing his phone and furrowing his brows anxiously.
“Oh! Um – Uh…” Lucifer hadn’t been called by Charlie in years. Usually, he was the one calling her if he remembered and wasn’t spiraling in his depression.
The phone continued to ring as he anxiously practiced how he’d answer the phone.
“Hello, Charlie.” He then thought about calling her by her childhood nickname. “H-hey, hheyyy, CharChar!”
The devil shook his head and frowned.
“No! No, that’s not good!”
He grabbed at his blond hair with his free hand as the phone continued to ring and vibrate in his other. He looked completely bewildered as he stared down at the offending little device.
“Oh, this is the first time she’s called you in years!” Lucifer told himself before taking a deep breath to calm his nerves. “This has to be perfect!”
He finally went to press the call button and leaned back against his desk, excited yet terrified at the same time.
“Hey, bitch!”
Lucifer internally slapped himself. Calling his daughter ‘bitch’, even if in a friendly way, was not what he wanted to do. If he wasn’t sweating before, he was now as he smiled painfully, waiting for Charlie to say something.
Good job, Lucifer, he thought, Great way to answer your daughter.
Charlie’s voice greeted him from the other line, soft and melodic as always. “Hi, Dad.”
“Hey! How are you?” Lucifer asked with a chuckle and then turned to his desk to grab the little rubber duck sitting next to his books, nervously messing with it. “Wh– wh– where are you these days?”
“You know where I am, Dad.” Charlie sounded frustrated, which made Lucifer’s chest tighten more. “I’ve told you before.”
Shit.
Lucifer’s smile fell completely as he picked up the ducky and focused on playing with it, swallowing the nervousness and trying to play off his shit memory. “You have? Oh, yeah, uh…”
He looked out into the room, staring blankly into space as he wracked his brain for the details on her project. He never knew where she had been since she moved out until those months ago and even then he can’t recall now.
He took a deep, shaky breath and turned back to his desk, leaning onto it and squeezing the head of the rubber duck hard as he cleared his throat and shifted his eyes from side to side. His brows were knitted together as he struggled for any recollection.
When he had called Charlie five months ago to go to the meeting with Adam, it had been in a really bad depressive episode and he had a meeting with the other Sins so the entire day was a blur by this point. Not to mention that it had been after a rather intense night of insomnia and reliving the not so great memories of his marriage with his estranged wife. His brain just hadn’t been functioning.
“Well, you know I, um, uh…”
Charlie sighed on the other line, “I told you when you called me five months ago. Or did you not listen?”
Lucifer stood up abruptly, eyes wide as he grabbed his apple cane that had been resting against the side of the desk. “No, no, no!”
He spun the cane effortlessly as he walked down the stairs of the platform.
“Just, you know, just forgot! I’ve just been really busy!” Lucifer assured his daughter as he stopped just before a large bin of rubber ducks, one particular duck staring at him with a multitude of eyes all over its body. “Ya know, with um…”
He hesitated as he tried to wrack his brain for anything. He was the King of Hell, who had many duties and yet he couldn’t think of a good enough excuse.
Of course, he had been neglecting his duties as of late to fulfill his hobby.
Lucifer kicked the rubber duck at his feet towards the bin and it bounced over an empty wine glass that he had left on the floor a long while ago.
“Important things!” Lucifer finally finished, knowing Charlie wouldn’t buy it, but he had nothing else. While he waited for her to start talking again, he began to pick up stray rubber ducks and tossed them into the bin. A little bit of cleaning was better than none.
Though, the overwhelming mess of his office was too much for him to tackle… emotionally.
“Well,” Charlie started, going past his response like it was normal. “I’m actually running a hotel to rehabilitate Sinners. Maybe you saw our commercial.”
Lucifer didn’t even know there was a commercial, ignoring the way his chest twinged at the mention of Sinners and the word ‘rehabilitation’ in the same sentence. He didn’t watch a whole lot of TV as is. “Oh… sadly, I missed it.”
He laughed and walked towards his tea table, deciding a cup of tea might make his anxiety more tolerable.
“Heheh, you know I haven’t been watching much TV lately.” He told her. “It scrambles the brain! But hey, a hotel! Fun!”
He placed his cane against the edge of the table and started to pour himself a cup of tea, which had long since gone cold. With a snap of his fingers and the magic he could manipulate, the cup instantly warmed up.
Charlie sighed again. “Listen, Dad, I’ve got… Kind of a big ask.”
Lucifer, who had been mid sip of his tea while holding his phone between his cheek and shoulder, coughed as he nearly choked on the liquid. Setting the tea cup down, he grabbed his phone. “Yeah, of course. Anything in my power is yours for the asking, you just name it.”
He smiled, feeling his worry and nervousness leave him. Now this was something he could do. His daughter needed him to do something for her, he’d do it. If she needed him, he’d gladly get whatever she needed done.
Charlie hesitated, but she spoke with confidence. “I need to speak to Heaven. Well, whoever’s in charge up there; above Adam, above anybody! I need to go to the top!”
Lucifer’s smile faded instantly and the anxiety was back as his eyes widened. “Oh no! Noooo, no, no, no, no, Charlie!”
He panicked again, the thought of speaking to Heaven daunting in more ways than one as he paced around his office. The weight and dread he had been fighting off for a few months suddenly returned at the mere thought. He had just reigned that stress in and gotten it back under control after Adam had fluffed his feathers and demanded to speak to Lucifer. Heaven didn’t just contact Lucifer unless they wanted something specific from him and he never dared to initiate contact with them unless he had to. The ache it left in his chest was immense.
“No, no, no,” Lucifer continued, laughing nervously once more. “That’s, uh… no.”
He could hear the frustration in her voice as she groaned. “Look, Dad, I don’t ask you for much. I never have.”
That was true. Charlie rarely ever asked him for anything. He took a quiet, deep breath, feeling guilty as he pressed his lips together in a thin line. The guilt had already started to overwhelm and overpower the potential dread. Lucifer’s jaw clenched, every muscle tense just thinking about calling Sera, hearing her voice and asking her just to speak to his daughter.
Would she talk down to him like she had done so in their past? Would she speak to Charlie the same way?
“But this,” Charlie continued. “This is really important to me. It’s the most important thing I’ve ever done. And… I need you. I need your help.”
Hearing that she needed him tugged at his heart strings and Lucifer flinched as if he’d been slapped in the face. He frowned and stammered, “I-I don’t know, Charlie…”
“Please, just…” Charlie sounded desperate, pleading. “Come see what I’m trying to do. You’ll see why it’s a really good idea. And Heaven is bound to agree if I get the chance to talk to them. Please, Dad.”
Lucifer looked over at the pictures he had hung up of his little family and pursed his lips, feeling his heart sink as his daughter practically begged with him. Then, his guilt was replaced with hope as he realized that she had just asked him to come over and see her.
“Wait.” Lucifer stalled as his brain tried to process it. “You’re… inviting me over?”
His smile returned as he felt joy flood him. He started to bounce excitedly and stood up straight, focusing on the fact that she wanted him to come over rather than to see what she’s trying to do.
“Absolutely!” He bellowed happily. “I’ll be there in an hour!”
Charlie didn’t get a chance to say anything else as he hung up the phone and pocketed it into his suit’s inner pocket. He took a deep breath and happily bounced towards his office doors while singing to himself.
“My daughter wants to see me!” Lucifer then crouched down to a lone little rubber duck on the floor and triumphantly exclaimed, “Take that depression!”
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Charlie turned back to the group behind her the moment her father had hung up and rubbed the back of her neck nervously. “Well, we have an hour until he gets here.”
Vaggie, who had been by her side and lovingly holding her hand the entire time, smiled at her before turning back to the hotel residents as Kumi just descended the stairs sleepily. Vaggie narrowed her eyes and yelled at everyone, “Okay, people, Lucifer is on his way!”
Everyone aside from Kit stiffened, standing at attention as Niffty simply fell forward from the couch and landed flat on her face. Husk nearly dropped his cup of coffee, spilling some on his furred chest.
Kumi yawned as he approached everyone, rubbing the sleep from his black void eyes. “Huh? What’s happening?”
Vaggie continued to bellow, “So, we are going to get this place presentable, and we are all going to make an amazing impression! Vamonos!”
Kumi narrowed his eyes and shrugged, his cat ears twitching in confusion as everyone scattered. “What’s happening?”
Kit walked over to him and patted his shoulder. “Charlie’s father is coming for a visit.”
Kumi’s eyes widened. “Shit, The Devil? The Devil is coming here?”
Kit nodded as Vaggie helped Charlie tear down the makeshift idea board to get the parlor presentable again. “Yep.”
“Never seen him.” Kumi admitted and clicked his tongue curiously. “I wonder what he looks like…”
“Kumi…” Kit started and pointed to the stairs, at which a Morningstar family picture Charlie had kept hung. “Yeah, you have.”
Kumi squinted at the picture. Lilith looked like a fucking giant next to Lucifer. Charlie was sitting down in a little chair, so there was no determining anyone’s real height… not easily.
“Bruh, either Lilith is a fucking goddess from eldritch mythology or Lucifer is short as fuck…” Kumi remarked and earned a disapproving look from Kit. “I’m just sayin’... I guess when we go to Hell, we look nothing like our human selves, huh? Maybe he’s normal height and we’re the freaks.”
“Fucking hell.” Kit sighed and shoved him towards the stairs. “Go get dressed.”
“Damn, Mommy,” Kumi moaned in a mocking way and snickered as Kit flipped him off. “Chill, Mommy, chill.”
“Please tell me you don’t talk to Alastor like that.”
“Nah, he’s Daddy.” Kumi chuckled and grinned mischievously as he walked up the stairs.
Kit snorted and crossed her arms. “I need to see his face if you ever call him that face-to-face.”
Kumi laughed before disappearing around the corner of the next flight of stairs. Chaos then took over the entire hotel as everyone rushed to get the hotel ready in the hour they had.
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Summary:
Kit makes a pit stop by the Vee Tower to show Valentino just what Viol meant during their little discussion during "the incident" when Charlie came by while Angel was filming.
CW: Content warning for this chapter once again, my dears! Mentions of abuse, drugs, self harm! Graphic depictions and NSFW!
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It was the end of the workday for the Vees; the tower dimmed as employees left for the day minus the ones that worked the evening and night shift. The Vees themselves had set up for the evening in their penthouse atop the tower.
Viol could feel the fur along his back stand up on edge as he entered the main living area where Valentino was sitting idly in his chair, chugging glass after glass of mixed drinks Kitty would tirelessly prepare. His glowing red eyes were focused on his phone as he scrolled through his messages, keeping tabs on his ‘bitches’ as he watched TV.
He glanced up for a moment as Viol exited his and Vox’s shared room and the two Overlords glared at each other and Valentino’s usual smug smirk faltered into a sneer as the wolf demon bared his teeth.
Velvette walked out of her room, her hair wrapped up in a silk bonnet as she stopped in her tracks, phone in her hand as she looked between the two men with confusion. The tension in the room was immense; she felt as though she should return to her room and simply spend the rest of the evening streaming to her fans on Sinstagram.
Instead, she braved the tense atmosphere and padded towards the kitchen, where Vox was pouring himself a glass of whiskey.
“Vox,” Velvette started quietly as she leaned towards the TV demon. “What’s with the pissbaby and your boy toy?”
Vox sighed and lifted the glass towards his lips, static buzzing as the particles making up his face separated to allow his mouth to open and take the amber liquid into his mouth. After he set the glass back down, he looked at the youngest of the Vees and tiredly said, “Val.”
That was all he said. There was no elaboration as Velvette nodded, already putting two and two together. “Fuckin’ hell. What’d he do this time?”
Vox leaned over the counter to watch as Viol’s tail lashed while the music Overlord sat down on the couch farthest away from Valentino and pulled out a pair of earbuds. Glaring at the moth demon, Viol put the earbuds in and looked away from him. He grabbed his phone and started listening to a podcast from the VoxTek network that had allowed them to intercept frequencies from the human world.
Valentino’s tongue snaked out from between his sharp teeth to lick his lips as he stared at Viol’s side, brows furrowing before he returned to his messages.
“Well, the usual. You know, beating his employees a little too hard… bad for business.” Vox rambled on quietly, not hearing the hum of the elevator next to the kitchen as it turned on. “Then, he decided to, well, lick Lucifer’s brat.”
Velvette scrunched up her nose and raised a brow as she repeated, “Lick? As in, full tongue on Princess Morningstar?”
“Yep.”
“Who Kit works for?”
“Correct.” Vox took another swig of his drink.
Velvette hummed and leaned against the counter, propping her elbow on the surface as she pursed her lips and asked, “Is he mentally deficient?”
It was no secret that Kit loathed Valentino. She got along with most of everyone, but when it came to the moth demon, it was murder on sight if she ever got the chance. When Vox had once asked Viol why she hadn’t just gone through with it and beat the shit out of their colleague, Viol had told him Angel Dust was the only thing blocking her from doing so.
Kit had immense respect for the spider demon, whom she considered a dear friend. He didn’t want her to kick his ass, so she didn’t. Viol did say, however, that if one day Angel gave her the go ahead that they’d all need to stay the fuck out of her way.
“Mmm…” Vox hummed and opened his mouth to reply, but the soft ding of the elevator reaching their floor made him look over his shoulder as the doors opened and familiar angelic steel toed boots clicked on the floor.
“Where is he?” Kit asked, her expression nearly neutral if it weren’t for the angry furrowing of her brows.
Velvette and Vox both looked at the white haired woman with surprise, yet neither should be shocked seeing that Viol most definitely told her by now what had happened.
“Hey, Kit!” Vox was going to try and diffuse the situation, but Kit silenced him with a raised hand.
“Shove it, glorified I-pad,” Kit snarked, her pale eyes narrowing dangerously as she jabbed her index finger into his chest. “I’m here for the moth with a death wish.”
Her tone was heavy and nearly stoic as Vox took a step back, feeling as though he would like to ‘not fuck around and find out’ that evening. Viol had told him enough stories of how Kit was his muscle prior to his rise into the Vees, and he did not want to invoke that wrath if any of Viol’s stories were to be true.
Velvette gave Kit a little wave before pointing towards the living room of the penthouse. Kit was already walking in that direction as the two overlords watched her go.
Viol could sense her presence before he could see her and immediately popped his earbuds out, looking over the back of the couch as Kit came around the corner and silently stalked up behind Valentino’s chair. The moth demon was blissfully unaware as drool dribbled down his chin, his mind focused on the provocative pictures he was forcing his charges to send him for fap material.
“Shit.” Viol swore and stood from the couch, stepping back to give his friend distance to do as she was intending.
Valentino nearly threw his most recently filled glass as Kit’s hands slammed down on either of his shoulders from behind. “Agh! What the fuck?!”
“Valentino!” Kit growled as the moth tilted his head back to look up at her with wide eyes, his hat having fallen and exposing his bald, lavender colored head. “You subspecies of human fecal matter, I am going to kick your slimy, STD riddled ass!”
Valentino let out a strangled yelp as Kit let go of him and started to stalk around to his front, in which the moth man regained his composure and stood up, his intense height allowing him to loom over her as he offered her a sharp smile. “Kit, what are you talking about?”
Kit’s scowled darkened as she grabbed him by the collar of his fuzzy coat and forcibly made him lean down to her. “I heard about what you did, dickweed.”
Viol watched with bated breath as Valentino’s smirk widened, his heart shaped sunglasses off kilter as he chuckled darkly and raised one hand to try and caress Kit’s cheek. Viol tensed upon seeing the muscles in Kit’s back go rigid.
“What’s the big deal, Baby?” Valentino purred. “Are you mad? I just made a simple offer – Ow! What the hell!”
Before he could finish his statement, Kit had swiftly let go of his coat and grabbed and painfully twisted his wrist. “An offer to make Charlie a ‘star’. Yes, I heard. I also heard you lathered your disease riddled spit on her arm.”
Valentino growled as he glared up at Kit, nearly forced to his knees as she squeezed his wrist. All three free hands flew to her forearm. Two hands were trying to pry her fingers open while the other pushed on her arm, which wouldn’t budge. He was stunned at how tight her grip was - nearly bone shattering and it felt as though she were holding back.
He sneered angrily up at her, feeling suddenly a little too vulnerable for his liking as the other Vees looked around the corner to watch. “Let me go, Bitch! I swear to fuck, I’ll rip you apart!”
Kit’s face remained nearly expressionless as her left eye twitched. Viol cleared his throat and spoke up, “Kit, I think you might break his wrist.”
“Good.” Kit replied flatly as she folded her other hand behind her back. Her eyes hardened as she gazed down at the moth demon and she said, “I’d like to see you try and rip me apart, Val. I’m far more formidable than you give me credit for.”
Valentino grunted as she gave his wrist one more squeeze before letting go. He let out a sigh of relief, a moth-like squeak leaving him as glared up at her while rubbing his bruising wrist. “I’ll fuck you up so hard for that! Do you know who you’re talking to? Who you’re threatening?!”
“A perverted light colored grape with wings that beats up those he already has control of.” Kit started with zero hesitation. “And I’d like to remind you that I give no fucks. Your status as an Overlord means nothing to me, shitface.”
Viol leaned back against the wall and looked to his right where Vox and Velvette were watching. He and Vox made eye contact and the wolf demon gave his boyfriend a knowing look.
“You work for us, you cunt!” Valentino growled, though he made no move to raise his hand to her as she stared him in the face with not a single ounce of fear.
Viol expected that. As a Paladin angel, Kit was trained to respond methodically and with controlled precision. That was why when her entire body tensed, he had made a point to keep as much distance from her as he could.
“I also work for Princess Morningstar, and you all,” Kit glanced towards the other Vees as she spoke, “should know how seriously I take this.”
Her eyes then shifted back to solely being locked onto Valentino and the moth puffed out his chest angrily.
“I’ll only tell you once,” Kit started and raised one finger. “When it comes to anyone in that hotel, they’re under my protection, get me?”
There wasn’t a chance for him to respond as she started walking towards him, forcing him to take cautious steps back.
“If I ever get wind of you fucking around with my kid like that again; if she cries a single tear because of you in any way,” she snarled as her blood boiled, “I’ll gladly remove your testicles and feed them to you before I take that repulsive, shriveled up sad excuse for a dick and mount it on my wall. Get me?”
Valentino’s eyes widened as he looked down at her in shock at what she had just said. “Your kid?”
Kit didn’t have time to backpedal or feel any form of embarrassment. “Did I fucking stutter?”
Valentino shook his head, now more in a state of shock than anything else. Vox hesitantly spoke up, raising a hand as he tried to put himself in Kit’s line of vision behind Valentino.
“Kit, I promise that Val won’t touch Princess Morningstar again. It was a lapse in judgment, right Val?”
The TV demon glared up at his colleague as the moth let out a begrudging sigh.
“Yes.”
Kit took a deep breath before she stepped back and her expression shifted from deadly serious to calm and relaxed. A small smile graced her face as she clasped her gloved hands together and said, “Good! Because that wasn’t a threat, dear, it was a promise.”
Vox nodded and let out a laugh, stepping over to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders in a friendly manner, feeling Viol’s eyes on him the entire time. “Right! I figured as much. Now that we got that dealt with, why don’t you stick around and hang out for a bit?”
Vox turned Kit away from Valentino and towards the familiar face of Viol, hoping he could quell any residual rage as the porn Overlord dusted off his coat and glared offensively at Kit’s back.
Kit stopped Vox and smiled at him. “Thank you, but I really need to get back to the hotel. Oh, that also reminds me…”
She gently patted Vox’s arm before glaring back over her shoulder at Valentino.
“I want Angel on a consistent work schedule so he can be at the hotel in his off time. This isn’t a request or a suggestion, Val.”
“I own him!” Valentino started to yell, but was cut off by a warning glare from Vox. He grumbled and crossed his arms, scowling as he said, “I guess I can do that…”
Vox smiled and cheerfully clapped his hands together. “Look at that! A compromise!”
Kit hummed and snapped her fingers as she made her way towards Viol and looked back over her shoulder. “Yes, compromising is good for business, isn’t it?”
Valentino scowled darkly as Viol raised his brows at him and gave him a look that said ‘I told you so.’
“Well, I’ll see you guys next week when I come here for my rounds with my employees.” Kit smiled and gave Viol a quick hug before walking back towards the kitchen, giving Velvette a nod as she went.
Velvette called after her, waving. “Bye, Kit!”
As she stepped back into the elevator and the doors closed, a silence settled amongst the four Vees. After a few silent minutes, Valentino suddenly cleared his throat and looked around.
“I think I have a new kink.” He announced casually, to which everyone looked at him with their brows knitted together and exasperated expressions on their faces. He shrugged and bent down to pick up his hat. “I’ve never had a goth chick yell at me before. It was kind of hot… perhaps I can combine a goth chick waterboarding someone film…”
Viol shook his head and sighed, throwing his hands up and saying to Vox, “I’m going to our room.”
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When she had arrived back at the Hazbin Hotel, Kit knew she would walk into a mess. However, it was strangely quiet as she stepped inside, looking around suspiciously. Husk wasn’t at the bar and Niffty wasn’t scurrying around and cleaning. Kit figured Angel would hole himself up in his room as she walked into the main area.
Kit was about to start up the elegant staircase when she heard footsteps rapidly approaching her from behind.
She turned around, prepared to curse out Alastor if it was him trying to startle her, but she was nearly caught off guard as Charlie threw herself into her arms while crying, “Kit, I did something really stupid!”
“Holy shit!” Kit caught her balance as the blonde woman hugged her.
“I messed up really bad!” Charlie looked up at the fallen angel with tears in her ruby eyes. “I went to the porn studio to talk to Angel’s boss and I only made things worse!”
She sobbed into Kit’s shoulders as the older woman embraced her and rubbed her back soothingly. “Hey, hey, calm down. I know.”
Charlie sniffled and looked up at her with glossy eyes. “You know?”
“Yes, and don’t worry. I’ve already taken care of it on the boss's side.” Kit assured her and allowed her to step back and look up at her with wide eyes.
“What?” Charlie asked innocently, her hands clasped together in front of her anxiously as she blinked in confusion as Vaggie finally caught up to her, having been in the same room when they had heard someone come in. They had originally thought Kit was someone else.
Kit just smiled fondly at her and ruffled her blonde hair affectionately. “I took care of it. Valentino and I came to a…” She rolled her wrist and furrowed her brows. “Compromise.”
Vaggie tilted her head and asked, “What kind of compromise? You didn’t make a deal, did you?”
Charlie panicked and gasped at the thought, grabbing Kit by the upper arms and looking at her with pure terror. “You didn’t do that, did you?! Did you sell your soul to Valentino?!”
Kit snorted and tilted her head, amused. “No, I didn’t sell my soul. I just…”
She trailed off as both women stared at her in bewilderment.
“Gently reminded him of his place.” Kit finished with a mockingly innocent tone. “That’s all. Angel’s work schedule will be more consistent from here on out.”
While Vaggie still looked a little concerned, Charlie threw her arms back around Kit and thanked her profusely.
“Thank you, thank you!” She pulled back and beamed up at Kit, nervously grinning. “I tried to, you know, use my authority as the Princess of Hell, but I just… couldn’t do it.”
“That’s okay.” Kit assured her, catching an appreciative glance from Vaggie.
“No, it’s not… You… Angel’s face was just…” Charlie couldn’t put together the words, still feeling the guilt weighing heavy on her heart as she recalled the earlier events from that day. “I feel terrible… and then when Angel got back from work, he stormed out!”
“Stormed out?” Kit raised her brows, her mind already pulling forth the mental note of every bar, club and sex joint Angel would frequent when he’d get upset and start to spiral.
Over the years, when he’d start to spiral, he’d go and get himself so fucked up in hopes of ruining himself enough that Valentino would finally discard him. If it weren’t for Cherri, one of his closest friends, he’d probably have slipped off the edge by now.
Of course, her pushing him to do drugs and drink until he’s numb isn’t helpful, but her heart’s in the right place. Kit had only met her a few times, but she seemed to care deeply for the spider demon.
Vaggie came to stand right next to Charlie and put her hand on her girlfriend’s arm. “Yeah, Husk pushed him a little too hard about being fake and it set Angel off. But, we sent Husk after him to make sure he doesn’t get hurt.”
Kit sighed in relief and nodded. “That’s good.”
Charlie nodded in agreement and then looked between Kit and Vaggie before saying, “I haven’t really gotten the chance to… really apologize to Angel. I mean, I did, but he’s gotta be so upset… I really messed up.”
“Hey,” Kit started and put her hand on the younger woman’s shoulder, causing Charlie to look up at her. “Your heart was in the right place and Angel knows that.”
Then, the fallen angel chuckled and looked her in the eyes, looking like a mother talking to her child.
“But maybe we should work on boundaries and how to read the situation, yeah?” Kit suggested, to which Charlie nodded.
Kit’s eyes softened as she smiled at her, feeling a tug at her heart as Charlie thanked her once again and hugged her. Kit returned her hug and smiled to herself, thinking back to the comment she had made at the Vees tower in referring to Charlie as her kid.
Suddenly, the hotel doors opened again with a loud boisterous laugh echoing throughout the lobby - Angel Dust’s laugh. It was accompanied by the low rumble of Husk’s own laughter and Kit peered towards the door with Charlie and Vaggie.
“He had, like, three bills and it took him, like, thirty minutes to count it. His eyes are so shit!” Angel bellowed with another laugh as they walked into the parlor. It seemed they were talking shit about Valentino.
“And this is the guy you got to take orders from?” Husk chuckled in disbelief.
“I know!” Angel snorted. “What a fucking joke, right?”
Charlie’s eyes widened and she pushed past Vaggie and Kit to run full speed towards Angel like she had just done to Kit, launching herself at him and wrapping her arms around him, startling the spider demon.
“I’m so sorry, Angel!” She cried and squeezed him. “I promise I won’t ever, ever, ever, ever–”
“Charlie,” he cut her off and met her teary red eyes as he smiled at her, “It’s fine. I get it.”
Husk smiled in approval as Angel patted the blonde’s head. His eyes then shifted to Kit and Vaggie before he gave them a thumbs up.
“Thanks for carin’ about me.” Angel told Charlie, to which she sniffed and then started to openly sob. Angel raised his brows in surprise and grabbed beneath her arms with one set of hands and lifted her up before holding the crying woman out for Vaggie to take. “Ehhhh… I think this is yours.”
Vaggie let out an amused huff and gently took her girlfriend from Angel, holding her bridal style. “Okay, Missy. Let’s get you to bed.”
Charlie flung her arms around Vaggie and sobbed incoherently into her shoulder. She managed to say between her sobbing hiccups, “He– he— said– he– forgave me!”
Kit tried her hardest not to laugh as she walked towards the two men, watching Vaggie carry Charlie off to the stairs. She could hear Charlie faintly mumble, ‘Oh, it’s beautiful, Vaggie!’ as they went.
Then, Kit turned to Angel and Husk, her arms crossed as she said, “You two look like you had a good time.”
Angel smiled and nodded. “Yeah, it wasn’t bad at all.”
Husk hummed in agreement and nudged Angel. “Hey, how about that drink?”
Angel grinned and gestured towards Husk’s bar. “You read my mind. Kit, wanna join us?”
Kit thought about just crashing in bed, feeling the exhaustion creeping in, but she shrugged and followed after them. “Sure, why not?”
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Summary:
A fallen angel's adventure in the most overrated theme park known to Mammon's fanbase: Loo Loo Land.
CW: This does tie back into the previous chapter, so mentions of Valentino being Valentino and the shit he does again, loves.
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Loo Loo Land was quite the shit show and Kit hadn’t even stepped inside of it yet. The motorcycle’s engine quietened down as it turned off and she sat back on the seat and took off her helmet. She looked up at the rickety sign and entrance. It read: ‘MAMMON’S LOO LOO LAND.’ Of course, Charlie had told her how Loo Loo Land was a rip off of her father’s theme park LuLu World; she hoped it was far grander than the sad hunk of shit she was looking at. Yet, it held a special place for other demons that couldn’t afford to go to the much more put together theme park.
Anyone with eyes could see it was a play on LuLu World, though. Everything was apple themed. She wondered if that really bothered Charlie’s father.
Kit pursed her black stained lips in suspicion as she pulled out her phone, ready to text Stolas and see where the hell he was when a rough looking van sped into the makeshift parking lot. Kit’s eyes widened as it hazardously pulled into the spot next to her, a spray painted sign on the side read: ‘I.M.P.’
“The fuck?” Kit furrowed her brows as the passenger door opened.
A little red imp hopped out, wearing a black suit and tie with sunglasses - like her employees do for her more higher class clients. He didn’t really look at her as he quickly slid open the side door of the van and Kit was met with a set of four familiar glowing red eyes.
“Kit!” Stolas climbed out of the van’s backseat, smiling as he opened his arms in a hug greeting for his friend.
Kit looked him up and down before hugging him. “What the fuck are you wearing?”
“Loo Loo Land memorabilia I had from Via’s visits when she was a nestling,” Stolas explained and adjusted the derpy-eyed apple hat atop his feathered head.
Kit hummed and tried not to make fun of him for it as a younger Goetia climbed out behind him, her pink eyes focused on Kit. Octavia was the only daughter Stella and Stolas had. And while she had her mother’s eyes, she looked damn near like a carbon copy of Stolas. Her head feathers were long, making her look as though she had an emo fringe hairstyle. She adorned a black beanie with a little golden crown marking her as a Goeitia princess. The rest of her outfit reminded Kit of her first few years in Hell when she was discovering herself after her fall.
She wore a pink, long sleeved shirt dress with white stars; a matching choker around her neck. A black cardigan was over top of it, which she pulled tighter around herself.
Kit offered the anxious teen a kind smile and opened her arms for a hug as Stolas beamed excitedly next to her. “Hey, Via. How’s my favorite niece?”
Kit was a close family friend of Stolas’ and even though they weren’t at all related, a younger Octavia had quite the habit of calling her ‘Auntie K.’ So, Stolas let it stick.
Octavia seemed a little relieved upon seeing a familiar face and lunged forward to hug the fallen angel as if she hadn’t seen her in eons. “I’m so glad you’re here!”
Kit wrapped her arms around Octavia and looked up at Stolas with a concerned expression, which he returned in earnest.
Then, he remembered the imps he had hired for the day and snapped his fingers. “Right! Kit, I need to introduce you to the brave little imps that will be acting as my bodyguard while you take care of Via!”
Two other imps had gotten out of the beat up van and were locking it up Stolas grabbed for the imp with the largest curved back horns and pushed him forward. They were all wearing the same black suit and ties with the shades.
“This is Blitzo and his little imp employees! But the ‘o’ is silent, right Blitzy?” Stolas introduced the poor imp as he nearly lost balance.
“Fuck’s sake!” Blitzo caught himself and dusted off his pants before looking up at the Goetia and taking his shades off to glare at him. “You don’t need to manhandle me, Stolas! Save that shit for the full moon, you fuck!”
That was when it clicked for Kit. Blitzo was the imp that Stolas had bedded, leading to his and Stella’s divorce. She remained silent about it, not choosing to question his decision as Octavia stayed by Kit’s side, seeking some semblance of comfort in the situation they were in.
“Language!” Stolas chastised him before turning back to Kit, “Blitzo runs a business that involves travel to the living world!”
Blitzo put his shades back on and bluntly said, “We kill people.”
Kit wasn’t sure how to respond to that as she arched a brow and contemplated how they got a mode of transportation to the human realm if they were killing people. That was surely breaking some sort of demon law. “Nice?”
“Aaaand,” Stolas looked down at Blitzo, ignoring the two other imps completely as he gestured towards the gothic woman. “This is Kit! The number one security contractor in all of Hell! And a good friend of mine!”
Blitzo looked up at the purple tinted skinned woman and narrowed his eyes, like he was scrutinizing her. “Nice to meet you, I guess.”
He felt a sense of familiarity, but couldn’t place his finger on it. Kit looked so fucking familiar to him. He’s met her before - he’s sure of it. But where?
Kit was getting the same feeling as her eyes locked onto the white splatter that tainted his skin over his right eye - scars of some kind. “Likewise…”
Blitzo then thumbed over his shoulder to the two still unnamed imps. “That’s Moxxie and Millie, my bitches.”
“Sir,” the male, Moxxie, started to snap, “Please don’t call us that.”
Millie, however, was more interested in the park than the current conversation as she held Moxxie’s hand and practically pounced on her hoofed feet in excitement like a child.
“Now that we’re all introduced, let’s go!” Stolas cheered and started towards the park gates, Blitzo instantly rushing after him.
Octavia followed after them with Kit in tow and the other imps behind them.
The Greed Ring was full of scams and rip off shit; Kit knew that. Still, the greenish skies actually had fluffy clouds that reminded her of her life back in Heaven. It was kind of beautiful… of course, she was only thinking about the outskirts that Loo Loo Land was located at. In the cities like Ransom, it was polluted and very muggy.
The moment they stepped into the park, Kit realized just how packed full of imps the place was. Most of them more than likely could only afford to come to this rip off shit show, but they seemed to be making the most of it.
Vendors immediately were set up and shouting out prices and advertisements for their merchandise - the Loo Loo apple hats, cups and plushies. Kit also saw a familiar little imp in plush form - the jester costume unmistakable as she looked at the shelves while passing by. They had Fizzarolli plushies. Kit recalled her dear friend talking about how Mammon used his face for everything - and a Mammon stolen theme park would be no different.
As Stolas walked at the head of the group, Blitzo did his best to keep up with the tall owl demon and growled at him, “Now remember, this is work and work only! Me and my crew are not here to satisfy your perverted bird needs, alright?!”
They got to the cotton candy stand when Octavia tried to speak up to her father. “Hey, Dad? Do we have to–”
But she was cut off by Blitzo as he held up his hands and said very sweetly to her, “Okay, hold on right there, Sweetie.”
Kit watched as he turned back to Stolas and pushed him a few steps back so Octavia wouldn’t hear what he was about to whisper up to the Prince. Unfortunately for him, Kit’s hearing was immaculate being an angel.
“If you try to fuck my little ass in that park, I swear to–” He didn’t get to finish his threat as Stolas leaned down and tapped where his nose would’ve been.
Stolas grinned and said in a teasing tone, “You are so cute when you are serious!”
Kit knitted her brows together and blinked slowly as Ocatavia frowned and spoke for the both of them when she said, “I’m literally gonna be sick.”
Moxxie leaped into action as he rushed forward and unzipped the fanny pack Kit didn’t notice he had. “Oh, crumbs! I knew today would be alot!”
Kit watched as he pulled out several pill bottles and pressed her lips together in a thin line.
“What do you need?” Moxxie asked Octavia. “Antacids? Ibuprofen? Morphine?”
He pulled out about eight syringes filled with glowing green morphine with a kind smile. He was definitely not a run of the mill imp. Kit respected that.
Octavia rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. “That was figurative, Old Man.”
She then walked towards her father, and Kit followed in tow and offered the imp an apologetic smile as she went. Though, that smile faded briefly after he sighed and tossed the needles into an abandoned stroller. She hoped no one had left their baby in it.
Kit looked around as they approached Stolas and Blitzo, huffing as she said aloud, “This place is kind of a trash heap…”
“But a fun trash heap!” Stolas rebutted, which made the fallen angel give him a look that screamed ‘Really?’ in the most sarcastic way possible.
“Fucking hell, Stolas…” Kit chuckled and shook her head. She was about to remark on how he could’ve taken Octavia to LuLu World instead of the burning shitshow that was the ripoff, but a loud scream caught their attentions as everyone spun around to see Moxxie staring wide eyed at an apple mascot that had approached him and Millie while they were talking.
Stolas practically vibrated with energy as he leaned towards his daughter and pointed to the apple costume. “Look, Via! It’s Loo Loo!”
The mascot turned around and Kit felt instantly uneasy as its left eye popped out of the head with a spring tethering it. She frowned and shook her head with a small “Oh fuck no.”
Octavia narrowed her eyes at the little mascot and tilted her head. “I have a question.”
The man behind the costume bent his knees up and down to make him appear like the apple was bouncing as he responded in a painfully cheerful and obnoxious voice, “Well, ask away, little girlie!”
He made a chortle, the top hat of the costume nearly falling off as Kit watched the costume threaten to fall apart at the seams.
“Is it true that this park is just a really shameless spin-off of Lucifer’s far more popular LuLu World?” Octavia asked with a small triumphant smirk as the actor’s hands fell to his sides in silence. Stolas’ smile faded as his daughter raised a brow inquisitively at the mascot, waiting for an answer.
“Uh…” Loo Loo stammered before quickly replying with more of a question rather than a firm answer. “No?”
Kit crossed her arms, snorting as she knew that was coming. Anyone with a fucking brain knew that. How Mammon was getting away with the copyright shit, she didn’t know. Perhaps she’d ask Charlie if Lucifer had ever sent any notices or copyright claims Mammon’s way.
Octavia narrowed her eyes disapprovingly at Loo Loo. “This place reeks of insecure corporate shame.”
Stolas laughed nervously before gently guiding his daughter along. “Why don’t we go check out the rides?”
The mascot swallowed hard as Kit and Blitzo stood there, getting ready to follow after them. His entire persona had fallen, voice normal as he stated, “That chick’s creepy, huh?”
Kit was about to tell him off, but Blitzo beat her to it. “Yeah, wait til her dad tries to diddle your holes.”
Kit raised her brows and tried not to laugh as the imp walked after the two Goetias. The mascot turned to Moxxie and Millie and asked, “What’s that mean?”
Moxxie pushed Millie behind him and snarled. “Don’t talk to me! I know you’re a pervert under there!”
They rushed by him and Kit finally gave in and walked to catch up to her charge. The mascot watched them all go and then sadly looked towards the ground before sighing.
“Yeah…”
When she had caught up with Stolas and Octavia, they were checking out the roller coaster, which looked like it was on its last leg. The imps were nowhere to be found as she approached the father and daughter.
“Well, that looks…” Kit tried her best to be positive about the ride as Stolas beamed up at it. She couldn’t lie, though. “Like it’d kill the next people to get on it.”
Octavia snorted and glanced over at the woman. “Agreed.”
Stolas gestured up to the rickety coaster and protested. “But listen to those cries of joy!”
The current park visitors on the coaster were screaming, but if it was out of joy, Kit couldn’t tell. The tracks shook violently as the cars sped down them.
That was when Blitzo suddenly reappeared beside them and announced, “Mox and Mills are taking a break for the moment, so it’s just me watchin ya.”
Stolas looked over his shoulder and down at the imp, smirking. “That’s fine by me, Blitzy.”
Octavia scowled and grabbed Kit’s hand. “Kit, I wanna go see the plushies… maybe buy one, I don’t know…”
“Oh,” Kit didn’t protest as she pulled her arm. “Okay, Via. Lead the way.”
Stolas called out to her as he watched the girls go towards a plushie vendor. “Don’t go too far, Via!”
Octavia pulled Kit to the side of the vendor rather than in front of it so they were obscured. The vendor attendee wasn’t there at the moment, so no one could eavesdrop easily on them unless they walked by.
Kit could see the anxiety and discomfort on the young Goetia’s face and she asked, “What’s going on, Kid?”
“I need you to convince Dad to let us go home.” Octavia said to her in a pleading tone. “Please, Auntie K. I don’t wanna be here and he won’t listen.”
Kit was taken aback, knowing that the poor girl more than likely didn’t want to be there, but she hadn’t expected her to pull her aside like this. “Uh, Via…”
Octavia looked up at the fallen angel with teary eyes. “Please… I just wanna go home… everything with Mum and Dad and now this… he won’t even stop flirting with that red dickhead!”
Kit understood that. Octavia was in a fucked up situation, but Kit knew Stolas was trying. “Via…”
“Please just let me talk… I need to vent and you’re the only person that I know will listen.” She pleaded with her, and Kit nodded wordlessly and instead offered her another hug.
Via fell into her arms and tried not to cry. Kit rubbed her back soothingly as she buried her face into her shoulder. The fallen angel frowned, brows knitted together sadly as she glanced around to ensure no one had spotted them.
“I… everything is so messed up. Mum and Dad scream all the time and now… it’s like I don’t even matter.” Octavia confessed as she poured her heart out to Kit. “I feel like my entire world is falling around me and I can’t stop it. Mum already ignores me and now Dad might leave me!”
Kit’s eyes widened in alarm and she pulled the teen back and held her upper arms. Looking into her eyes with a serious gleam, Kit asked, “What do you mean? Your father would never leave you.”
“For that imp.” Octavia sniffled as a few tears fell down her feathery cheeks. “He’s going to leave me behind, Kit…”
Kit tilted her head and offered her a sympathetic look before she spoke, moving one hand to wipe the tears from her face. “Via, your father is going nowhere. Kid, do you have any idea how much you mean to him?”
Octavia snorted and hugged herself, looking down at her feet. “Yeah, okay, then why would he bring me here when I said I didn’t want to come? He doesn’t care about what I think…”
“He brought you here because he’s trying to reach out to you.” Kit reasoned as Octavia leaned into her touch as if she were her mother rather than a family friend turned aunt. “Your father is going through a lot… and you know him and your mom were never really happy. You were the only thing he cared about in those moments. You were his priority.”
“But…”
“Listen to me, Kid.” Kit cupped her cheeks and made her look up at her. “Your father loves you dearly and would do anything for you if you asked. And I do mean everything. Shit is fucked up right now, but he’s trying.”
Octavia nodded and hugged Kit again, squeezing her tightly as she mumbled, “Thank you, Auntie K…”
“You’re welcome.” Kit patted her head reassuringly before they parted and the fallen angel put her hands on her hips and said in a serious tone, “You should really talk to him about how you’re feeling, though.”
“I know, it’s just hard…” Octavia told her.
“It’ll be okay, Kid. I’ve got you.” Kit patted her back as Octavia dried her tears and made herself presentable before they both sought out the two men.
Stolas had dragged Blitzo to a T-shirt vendor and held up a Loo Loo shirt that matched the one he was already wearing. He spotted the two women and proudly showed it to them as they approached. “Look at this, Via! We could have matching shirts!”
Octavia cringed and shook her head. “I’m good, Dad…”
Stolas’ smile faltered for a second, but he put the shirt back. “That’s alright!”
The moment they had gotten back, Blitzo found himself staring at Kit again. He was doing his damndest to put his finger on where he’d known her from, but was at a complete loss. She was a security contractor in Hell… Blitzo had once upon a time worked for a security company as a hireable bodyguard. Perhaps they had crossed paths then.
As Stolas excitedly showed Octavia another overpriced collectible for the park, Kit crossed her arms over her chest and made a face that had the imp’s brain short circuiting. Her pale yellow eyes were narrowed, lashes curtaining her irises as she stared offensively at the crude apple shaped Loo Loo Land cup Stolas held in his hand. The way her nose scrunched up and her arched brows furrowed made Blitzo’s jaw drop slightly.
He suddenly remembered where he had seen Kit before.
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Several years ago, Blitzo had decided to make a name for himself as a business owner. It had been his dream since a child… granted, the dream was initially to be some sort of big circus business owner rather than an assassin business for Sinners. He had spent time working in the dumpster fire that was Loo Loo Land as a clown before he had made enough money to move to the Pride Ring and what better way to get into the ‘ass kicking’ business than to work in a security company? He could get his feet wet and maybe make a few necessary connections in the process.
A younger Blitzo sat in the waiting room of a dark office, tapping his hoofed foot as he waited patiently to be called into the conference room of the security company. He had put in his resume and, much to his surprise, he had gotten called for an interview. He was only applying for a part time security gig, but he’d take it. It paid much more than being a clown at Mammon’s shitty theme park.
When he had come into the office, the imp woman behind the desk looked up at him with disinterest, took his name and told him to sit down and that someone would be out shortly to grab him.
After an agonizing five minutes, one of the doors in the office opened and out stepped a Hellhound. Her black and bronze fur was shiny and soft looking. She resembled a doberman, her eyes flashing with the white hot irises encased in red that was so common among the population of Hellhounds.
“Blitzo?” She called out, the ‘oh’ of the end of his name making him flinch. He had yet gotten his name officially changed to the ‘o’ being silent.
“The ‘o’ is silent.” Blitzo said nervously as he stood, his pointed imp tail curling around his feet as he gave the Hellhound a nervous smile.
“This way, please.” She gestured to the room she had emerged from, and the imp walked in after a moment of hesitation.
He felt like he had just walked into an interrogation room. The floor was concrete and the walls were barren. There was a singular metal table in the center with a chair on either side. There was a door opposite to the one they entered through, possibly leading further into the office building.
Blitzo sat in one chair and the woman sat in the other. He clasped his hands together in his lap and took a calming breath, though it did little to help him.
The Hellhound had a folder in front of her, opening it up and squinting at the document inside. “Alright, Mr. Blitzo… I’m going to be conducting the main interview today. My name is Quinn.”
“Nice to meet you.” He started to lean forward and reach his hand across the table to shake her hand, but when she hadn’t budged from her place, he quickly retracted his hand and looked down at his lap sheepishly.
“It says here you were a circus performer…” Quinn read from his resume. “Quite a leap from clown to security. Tell me, why the change?”
Blitzo panicked internally as every rehearsed line he had done left his brain entirely. He had gone over every possible question he could be asked and he knew his previous occupation would make them wonder, but his brain completely blanked on him at that moment.
“I, uh, wanted to… pursue a different career…” He managed to put it together and smiled a little too broadly at Quinn. “I wasn’t happy in the circus biz and you know how that goes…”
Quinn stared at him, not at all impressed as she narrowed her eyes. “I don’t, actually.”
He bit the inside of his cheek and hummed. “Well, I wanted to move to the Pride Ring and start a new life and I felt like this was the best way to go.”
Quinn nodded slowly, her piercing eyes never leaving his face before finally flickering back to the resume. “Have you ever held a gun?”
“Prop guns, but not real ones, no.” Blitzo admitted and seeing the way Quinn’s nose scrunched up, he panicked. “But I’m not at all opposed to training! I wanna be trained in gun handling and all that shit!”
Quinn didn’t acknowledge his response as she took a pen and made a note on the page. The sound of the tip scraping across the page made Blitzo cringe.
“You at least have some semblance of observational skills… watching the children in your audiences during shows and supervising birthday parties…” Quinn said more to herself than to him. “Acrobatics can be essential during high activity jobs…”
Blitzo began to sweat profusely. He really needed this job. He grabbed his knees and squeezed hard as he did his damndest to not tear his eyes away from the woman in front of him.
“How well do you handle stress?” Quinn asked him, setting the folder down to stare into his very soul. “This job can be a high stress situation and your charges are very important. We work with some of the most prestigious demons in Hell.”
Blitzo started to stammer. “W-well, I… you see…”
The door that led further into the building suddenly opened a little too abruptly and another woman came in. Her short, silvery white hair was in disarray and she had blood smeared on her face and clothes, but she looked perfectly calm.
“Sorry, I was running a little late!” She apologized as Quinn instantly stood up and pulled out her chair so the other woman could sit down instead. “Had to help one of my boys in an emergency!”
Blitzo met her pale yellow eyes as she sat down and scooted her chair in. She wore a black, sleeveless trench coat over a tattered gray shirt and black pants… the left pant leg was in ruins… possibly needing to be simply cut off later. Either way, it didn’t bother her one bit as she offered the imp a kind smile and extended her black gloved hand towards him.
“I’m Kit, owner of the company.” She introduced herself.
Blitzo took her hand and shook it with minor hesitation. “Blitzo… the ‘o’ is silent.”
Kit settled into her chair and looked up at Quinn, “Would you get me a new shirt… this one’s kinda…”
She gestured to her exposed bra and Quinn nodded wordlessly before leaving.
Once they were alone, Kit grabbed the folder and looked down at Blitzo’s resume. “So, let’s see what we’ve got…a former circus performer, huh? Well, at least you’ll have the acrobatics and dexterity advantage on the job.”
Blitzo was absolutely mind blown by how casual she was being. Quinn made him feel like he was being put under a microscope, but Kit was here, offering him smiles and a friendly tone.
“No weapon experience, but that’s fine. Training doesn’t take too long,” Kit continued as she looked through Quinn’s notes. “You moved here from the Greed Ring. That had to be one hell of a transition.”
Blitzo nearly jumped out of his seat when she slammed the folder shut and tossed it aside. She took a deep breath and tilted her head at him.
“Let’s cut to the chase, yeah? Cause I’m exhausted and feel super gross and I know you’re probably just dying for this to be over.” Kit leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. “You will have to be put through gun training and some safety classes in order to be able to be a bodyguard, but your previous occupation does give you a little bit of an advantage in odd jobs. So, how about we just go straight to the ‘you’re hired’ thing?”
Blitzo blinked and tilted his head. “Huh? Really?”
Kit nodded and stood from her seat. “I see potential here. I think you’ll do just fine. Now, if you’ll excuse me…”
She gestured back to her bloodied and tattered shirt.
“I need to take care of this.”
She narrowed her eyes, scrunching up her nose and furrowing her brows as she relived the last ten minutes of her previous job.
Blitzo nodded and stood up. “Thank you! You won’t regret it!”
Kit smiled and waved at him goodbye before she disappeared back through the door she had originally entered through, leaving Blitzo alone and over the moon that he had landed the job.
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Now standing in the Loo Loo Land theme park and looking up at her, he could see it. It was his former boss, but with longer hair.
Kit seemed to catch him staring at her and as her pale yellow eyes met his impish red ones, it seemed the recognition finally clicked for her too.
“I remember you now.” Kit said, causing both of the Goetias to look at her. “You used to work for me, didn’t you?”
Blitzo nodded and took his sunglasses off. “Yeah… that was me…”
Stolas looked between them and he let out an amused chuckle. “You two have met before? How delightful!”
Blitzo laughed nervously, pulling on his collar as he recalled his last day on the job. He had been Verosika Mayday’s bodyguard and not only had he gotten romantically involved with her, he had stolen her car and credit cards to pay for a shit ton of horse riding lessons. All after fucking her stupid and leaving in the middle of the night to do all of it.
He had resigned the following day, hoping that no negative consequences would rise out of it. He was certain Verosika would have complained.
Blitzo was waiting for Kit to call him out on it and scold him. She had been such a kind boss. Hell, she was one of his goals as a boss himself, but she was the most chill and understanding person he had worked for. After he had pretty much gone against the one rule Kit had - which was not to sleep with or get involved with the clients, - on top of stealing the client’s shit and spending all of her money…
“Well,” Kit crossed her arms and raised her brows as she said, “It’s good to see you’ve made a company for yourself. I didn’t think you’d take the weapon training we gave you and use it to kill humans, but you do you.”
That was the end of that. She kind of just returned to be disinterested as Stolas squealed in delight and grabbed Octavia. He pointed towards a ratty old tent and bounced up and down.
“Oh, look, Via!” He was pointing to the circus tent, where a mother imp was trying to drag her son too, but the poor little boy cried and screamed in protest. “You used to cry such tears of joy at this show!”
Octavia tensed as she stared at the tent. “Oh no…”
She could recall her time as a nestling and being terrified of the robotic Fizzarolli clown that led the show along with his unsettling animatronic buddies. She’d cry, but they weren’t tears of joy.
Blitzo recalled the Loo Loo Land circus show too. And he frowned upon remembering how he’d be on standby, handing out candy and treats to the kids as the bots entertained them.
Both Octavia and Blitzo glared at the tent and said in unison, “I hate that fucking clown…”
Kit hummed and tapped her chin as she watched the mother drag her son into the tent by the tail. “I feel like kids get traumatized there…”
That was when they heard Stolas, who had disappeared, behind them. “Oh, Blitzy!”
All three individuals turned their heads and saw Stolas casually being held up by some scruffy little imps with pitchforks and knives. He looked very calm as he waved at Blitzo.
One of the imps jumped up and pulled a bag over his head as he said, “I need my bodyguard, please!”
Octavia rolled her eyes as Blitzo took out his rifle and swiftly aimed it towards the imps, squeezing the trigger.
With a loud bang, one of the imps fell over dead, a bullet hole in his head as the others dropped the Prince and scurried off. Blitzo caught Stolas and lifted him with ease into a bridal style position.
Kit’s phone buzzed as Blitzo carried Stolas into the tent with a begrudging look on his face with poor Ocatavia in tow. She excused herself and stood next to the entrance of the tent, checking her messages.
She could hear the cheering of children as she opened her messaging app, fearing something was wrong at the hotel. She sighed in relief when she saw that it was Viol’s name that had popped up.
Her relief was fleeting, however, as she opened his message and read it.
Kit’s entire body went rigid, and she felt her heart starting to hammer in her chest. Blood began to boil as she read Viol’s message about Valentino licking Charlie’s arm and the bullshit that had ensued after that.
He had even sent her an attachment of security camera footage he had downloaded from Vox’s systems to show her. She looked around to see if any imp was close by to hear as she pressed play on the video.
Every cry and yelp that left Angel’s mouth as he begged and pleaded with Valentino had her standing there in a rigid state. Every tear Charlie shed and the smug look on the porn Overlord’s face made a primal rage force itself to the front of her mind.
Her fingers clasped around her phone started to squeeze a little too tight, and she barely caught herself before the screen began to crack. Kit took a deep breath and closed her eyes, trying to quell the rising rage in her heart.
She shouldn’t have left that morning. She should’ve stayed and been there.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…
Kit’s chest tightened, yet it wasn’t anxiety she felt. It was an anger unlike any other. She’d experienced it on a few occasions and while Valentino easily invokes her wrath, she had never felt such a level of rage towards him before now.
I’m going to kill that slimy moth fucker, she thought as she clenched her jaw. Every time he’d ever laid a hand on Angel, it made her angry - nonetheless Angel’s coworkers. She’d threaten and spat at him each time, but seeing his slimy tongue curl and slurp up Charlie’s arm…
Kit didn’t have time to process her emotions fully before the tent flaps flew open and imps came out screaming. She turned her phone off and shoved it back into her pocket.
She’d have to kill Valentino later. Right now, she was on the job.
“What the fuck?” She questioned as she heard gunshots inside. She was about to charge in, her axe materializing in a flash of golden magic.
But when Octavia rushed by her, she stopped and spun on her heel.
“Via?”
Kit was about to chase after her when Stolas ran by her as well, calling after his daughter. She looked back towards the tent as she heard gunshots and the sound of metal being torn, wondering if Blitzo was alright.
Her charge was Octavia, though. And she was currently running off with her father falling behind.
“Fuck me…” Kit swore under her breath and raced after them, her axe held close to her chest.
She heard an explosion behind her as her boots thudded against the dirt ground, nearly stepping in discarded ice cream cones and sticky treats that children had dropped. She didn’t dare look back over her shoulder as she weaved through the park goers that were now freaking out.
She caught a glimpse of Stolas running into the fun house, which creeped Kit out as she looked up at it. The steps of the fun house were the tongue of a man’s open mouth and as she looked up at the deformed and discolored face, she wondered for a moment if it was supposed to be Lucifer. The teeth atop the entrance of the mouth were pointed, the cheeks of the poorly painted white face were red, though the hair was brown and the top hat was a weird bluish gray color.
Kit shook her head and rushed inside, coming into a world of strange shit. Giant metal hands were everywhere, blue eyes along the walls and ceilings as shit swung back and forth around her.
She felt like she was in a fever dream before she spotted Stolas just as an imp jumped onto his back and made a move to cover his beak.
Stolas didn’t even get time to call out for Blitzo when the sound of angelic steel meeting flesh and bone reached his ears. The imp’s body went limp as it let go of him and fell to the floor, its head dropping and rolling away.
Stolas looked behind him as Kit finished her axe swing, the imp’s dark blood staining her blade. “Where’s Blitzy?”
“I’m assuming he’s taking care of another threat back at the circus.” Kit answered and opened her hand as her axe deconstructed. “Go find your kid. I’ll grab the imp.”
“Thank you, my friend.” Stolas bowed partially to her before he turned and went further into the madness of the poorly put together fun house.
Kit hummed and turned back to leave out the way she had come. The moment she had stepped back outside though, she was greeted to the sight of the park being engulfed in green fire.
“Uh…” Kit looked around in complete confusion. “What the shit happened?”
People ran by screaming and flailing their arms as animatronics chased after them, their circuits melting and fake skin falling off of their exoskeletons.
Kit’s eyes widened as she watched everything unfold into complete chaos and she only had one thought: Mammon was going to be pissed off.
Suddenly, Blitzo ran by with a robotic Fizzarolli chasing him. Kit watched in confusion as a demon creature followed after them, being ridden by Moxxie. The monster’s jaws snapped open and closed as it tried to catch the robot.
Before she could question it, Stolas suddenly emerged from the fun house with Octavia in his arms. Kit looked to her left as he came to stand beside her, and she briefly caught sight of a few fresh tear stains on Octavia’s cheeks, though she was smiling. And that made Kit smile.
“Wow, look at that.” Stolas looked around as the entire theme park went up in green flames. He was looking at it like it was a firework display.
Kit rolled her eyes and started to guide them through the fire, finding a measly path that was untouched by the licks of the flames. They seemed completely unfazed as they went through the chaos. The roller coaster in the back had been engulfed in fire as well, the already unstable tracks falling apart and burning up.
The ground shook as rides began to collapse and everyone ran for the park gates to leave.
As they entered the parking lot, Stolas stopped and looked down at his daughter with a small smile. “So, what would you like to do now?”
Octavia’s eyes lit up as she responded eagerly, “Oh! Can we go to Stylish Occult? They sell weird taxidermy there!”
Kit smiled at the reaction Stolas gave, his brows furrowed in confusion. Despite that, there was a willingness to try and understand the appeal.
His hesitant and puzzled ‘Okaaaaay?’ had Octavia laughing as she smiled up at her father and said, “Thanks, Dad. You’re okay sometimes.”
Stolas smiled fondly down at her. “Thank you, Via…”
Kit crossed her arms and met Stolas’ eyes as Octavia hugged her father, burying her face into his chest and closing her eyes. The two adults smiled and Kit could see the joy in his red void eyes as he mouthed ‘thank you’ to her,
Kit raised a brow and tilted her head and Stolas nodded down towards Octavia and winked at Kit. That was all she needed to see to know Octavia had told him about their talk earlier.
Just then, another explosion erupted behind them as the theme park was entirely engulfed in fire, the heat of the greed flames radiating towards their backs as screams echoed behind them and suddenly, the three imps they had lost all fell from the sky, face first onto the concrete parking lot.
Moxxie tried to push himself up as he glared at Blitzo and griped, “Way to ruin another good thing, Sir!”
Blitzo groaned and held up a finger. “Worth it! That slutty toy clown had it coming!”
He then collapsed back on the ground as Millie remained unconscious beside them. Kit, Octavia and Stolas all looked down at them in confusion and concern before Kit shook her head and gently patted Stolas’s shoulder.
“I gotta run, Stolas.” She told him, her tone turning more serious as she expressed the urgency with her eyes.
Stolas frowned as he let Octavia down. “Is everything all right, Kit? You look… well… like you’re about to murder someone.”
She didn’t realize that particular look was flashing in her eyes, but she nodded and clenched her jaw for a moment. “I might kill someone. I’ll decide on the way home.”
Stolas nodded in understanding and offered his friend a sympathetic smile as Octavia rushed forward to hug her goodbye.
“Bye, Auntie K!” Octavia exclaimed as she embraced the taller woman. Kit just laughed and returned her hug.
“Bye, Kid.” She pulled back and started to turn away towards the parking lot, but looked back over her shoulder and said, “You got my number if you ever need to talk, okay?”
Octavia nodded as Stolas put his arm around his child and hugged her against his side.
Kit waved to them as she ran to her bike. After a brief moment, Stolas started to help Blitzo up, making sure he wasn’t injured as Kit got on her bike and turned on the engine.
"The First Extermination... I'll never forget that day..."
Blood covered Kit art below the cut! Older art I think about redoing when I was doing a Kit study with Verosika as my inspo!
There were many times in Kit's eternal existence leading up to this that made her question Heaven's law and structure -- their orders. But the first Extermination where the Paladins lead the Exorcists into Hell was where Kit had seen her purpose as an angel be broken and shattered.
Akuma "Kumi" Hikari is one of the many character in my AU, the Ex-Saint and Woeless Sinner and was created by a lovely mutual who commissioned me for this piece based on official scenes of Loona (love our girl)! Kumi is half sinner, half hellborn, his hellborn race a mystery to most and one you can find out by reading "The Ex-Saint and Woeless Sinner" here on my blog or on my Archive of Our Own @ RoguePaladin666!
Background is a screenshot taken from the official show!
A Hellaverse OC that will appear much later in "The Ex-Saint and Woless Sinner" but one of my most adorable and beloved OCs.
A deep sea blue shark Hellborn from Envy, she has ties to the Von Eldritch family and currently works in Pride as a security guard for K Security under Kit.
