⚠ Fem reader, Angel being Angel, Italics= thoughts, ✨accessories✨-bracelets. ⚠
After picking out your room, you were brought over to the lobby again as the Princess wanted to hear more about you.
"Who's older? Did Vaggie always have short hair before meeting me? Do you have cute stories?", Charlie fired one question after another. "Tell me everything!"
"Well..", you started. "I'm the youngest, and yes, we've always kept our hair short. I don't know what you mean by cute stories.", you responded.
"Charlie, hun.", your sister placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder. "They are staying at the hotel, you'll have enough time to talk to each other.", she smiled.
"I know but this is just so exciting!", the blonde squealed.
"Let's go plan tomorrow's activities.", Vaggie brought up, guiding the Princess towards the stairs.
"Oh! I have just the idea! We can-", Charlie started to list off many activities.
Then you saw the Radio Demon follow.
You quickly pulled Alastor to the side as the other two walked on.
He obviously didn't like the physical contact, the static noise coming off of him was loud and made your ears buzz.
"Sorry.", you apologized and removed your hands. "I just wanted to talk to you privately."
"Yes..", he dusted his sleeve off. "I would appreciate it if you called out instead."
"Noted.", you nodded.
Clearing his throat, he turned to face you completely.
"What is it dear?"
"Don't-", you started but got interrupted.
"Hey big tits.", the spider demon walked up to you.
"I have a name.", you glared with frown at Angel.
"Yeah but all I see are your ass and tits, had to pick one that annoyed your sister. Anyway-", he waved one of his hands.
"Stop the comments-"
"You trying to get with this guy?", Angel points at the deer demon with his thumb.
"Huh?", you said with a genuinely confused tone. "Get? Get what?"
With a roll of his eyes, Angel gets closer to whisper in your ear.
"Do you want to lay with him? Lay as in have se-"
"AH!", you covered your ears and ran across the lobby, feeling your face heat up. "YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THINGS LIKE THAT!"
"Aw~! You're so innocent!", the spider laughs. "I guess not then~"
Is this what demons normally think of? You thought, flustered. No, just like others, demons are their own person and have different personalities. They can't just be lumped in together.
"I just had a question..", you sighed quietly to yourself.
Though it was quiet enough, the deer demon still heard it.
"And what is your question my dear?", he asks.
"I'll ask you later.", you pouted and turned, leaving the lobby.
"Aw~ I scared her away.", Angel said.
"Honestly Angel, you must learn how to use your mouth in a proper conversation.", Alastor sighed.
"Talkin' isn't my strong suit but I know how to use my mouth for suckin-OW!", the spider demon rubbed his head. "Stop bonkin' my head ya asshole!"
"Then stop talking nonsense!", the Radio Demon smiled like a menace.
That was the last thing you heard and saw from the two before you made your way deeper into the hotel.
.
Hours had passed.
You were now in your hotel room, laying on the bed and staring up at the ceiling.
Now, having found your sister, you'd play as Alastor's bodyguard for a bit. With what Vaggie had asked, you would need to add something else in the deal.
With a sigh, you sat up and got ready to stand, but shouted in surprise when you saw familiar red eyes.
"What the fuck!?", you placed a hand on your chest to calm down your heart.
"Apologies darling, but I knocked and didn't receive a reply. I only came in to check if you were here and you spotted me before I could announce myself.", Alastor said as he straightened his back a bit more. "What did you want to tell me earlier?"
"Right.", you nodded and adjusted yourself to sit comfortably. "I want to update our deal."
In a flash, he conjured a chair and sat down, eagerly waiting. "Don't leave me in suspense! Go on! What exactly will be added? Hmm?"
"I need you to not tell anyone, anything, about what I am or what Vaggie is. No one can know that we are angels until my sister comes out with it herself.", you said.
"Hm.. Very well. I agree but I shall add something for my own benefit.", Alastor stood.
You expected that.
"I want you to be my bodyguard for as long as I want.", he stepped closer till he was towering over you. "Which isn't too long but I will get to say when your job is done. Understood?"
You nodded and held your hand out.
"I understand."
He took your hand and shook it, green light flickered and you felt a new weight on your wrists. Looking down, you saw metal bracelets.
"I hope you don't mind, but those are for me to summon you when needed. Of course, I doubt I'll ever need to use them since you've done a decent job this far.", Alastor leaned down and hooked a finger around one of the bracelets, tugging your hand with it as he brought it closer to himself as he admired the metal on your wrist. "This is also to show others that you are with me. Somewhat like a warning. Protection if you will. On the surface.", he said and let go before straightening back up with a grin.
You were essentially shackled to him.
"Can it at least change colors?", you asked. "I might not look like it but I'd like my accessories to match with what I'm wearing.", you mumbled the last bit.
"Oh? A little fashionista?", he chuckled. "I suppose I can do that.", he agreed.
With a flick of his wrist, there was a slight change to the bracelet, but then you noticed a red gem on it.
"Try to match with red darling.", Alastor smiled before leaving your room through the shadows.
Staring down at the new "accessory", you took in the details of it. Noting that it looked nice and seemed like it wouldn't scratch easily.
At least he didn't ask for my soul..
You flopped backwards onto the bed, grabbing the folded blanket and covering yourself with it as you curled up.
I'll sleep for now and then maybe look around the hotel some more tomorrow. Talk to Vaggie too..
Slowly, you felt your eyes droop before they completely closed.
Hoping that nothing bad happened while you were asleep.
⛓️🪽 Pairing: Yandere!Vees x Fallen Exorcist!Reader
🖥 💙 Genre: Romance
👗💜 Warning: Heavy Drinking, Pornography, Abuse
🚬❤️ Summary: Charlie & Vaggie discover thar there was another fallen angel before Vaggie hidden under the contract of The Vees through Angel Dust.
🥃 Fandom: Hazbin Hotel
Author's Note: This was inspired by the song "Once we get up there" with the lyrics of "hot new angel sluts" & "tear off they're wings and make them dresses", and the scene in the episode "Masquerade" in Angel Dust pornstar performances.
Might draw something similar to the story later to post.
"Oh, no. So many burglars..." You dramatically cried out as sinners dressed as burglars break through the door and surrounded you. "...and only one me! Whatever shall I do? I guess I'll have to do all of you!"
That's when you let the bedsheets down, revealing your bare naked glory before them, making all of them grinned maliciously with hunger.
One of the bigger demons, a bull type of sinner, grabbed you and pins you to the bed. "Ohh! So what are you gonna do to me..."
This apparently was shown on a porn film on the hotel's television, where Charlie, along with Vaggie and Nifty, watching it while being completely grossed out, except for Nifty, who seemed rather intrested despite her possible age.
"You know, when that first came out, my boss had earn alot of dough from it." Angel Dust joked, trying to light the mood. "I mean, who the fuck wouldn't want to see a exorcist get f**ked & demolished by predatory sinners?"
Wolf sinner: "...Guess we'll just have to fuck the loot outta ya...."
Bull sinner: "...Don't move, you spicy little cock sucking slut or else we'll..."
The others didn't feel the same way, and definitely not when watching a angel get assaulted by a bunch of sex craved demons while on camera.
"...Angel, what the fuck is this?" Vaggie asked, clearly annoyed. "When you say want to do a "Show n tell" and tell us about your partner, you didn't say anything about knowing her in a sex video..."
"Well, I'm showin my partner's first film, and I'm tellin' you that she is one of the best top stars in hell after they'd had fallen from grace."
Charlie, on the other hand, tries her best to avoid watching the most intense scenes in film, especially the part where a wolf sinner slapped your ass and bites it. "...Oh, daddy!"
Luckily, Vaggie was next to her to shield her eyes from it all.
"Besides.... that..." Charlie stuttered out. "...Why don't you tell us how you're boss and his friends... found her..."
"Well, my boss doesn't give out full details, but it's a long short story, to say the least..."
"Please, do tell..."
Angel was hesitant at first, not really wanting to get into the details that much. But he knew that Charlie would probably not stop asking until he did.
"Fine, it started out like this..."
...Two years ago before the cancelation of the Exterminations...
"Our brand is perfection. And what do you think kidnapping whores across the streets will do for our image?" Said Vox, as the vees were having one their meetings that involves they're work environment.
"Mmmm... fuck it up?" Valentino stubbornly replied.
"Exactly! Do you want people thinking you are running low on budgets because the ones who didn't sign a contract with you are leaving out on you to dry?"
"No.... but I really wanted a hole to fuck in, besides Angel..."
"We can talk about that later when we're not having any meetings later on..."
Velvette was on her phone through half of the meeting when she finally says something that was similar to what they were discussing. "While you boys talk about money & sex, we should be talking about how to get higher ratings if we're going to start some businesses that will give us a five stars review."
"Good you still remember the big topic here." Said Vox. "...But the problem is, we need find something that no sinner have the pleasure of having in this wasteland. Perhaps, with Val's ideas, we could have something with holes to fill up..."
"On the subject of discussion..."
That's when one of Velvette's holographic hands carries a body, shape as a young woman, who struggles against the transparently grip. And that was you... "...Found it like this during Extermination day."
"Put me down this minute, you f**kin demonic filth!" You scream, pure rage coming out of you like a storm, ready to abrupt as you try to struggle free.
"Ah, a exorcist..." Valentino smirk as he walked over to the new prisoner that Velvette had found. "...Such a lovely specimen..."
He gripped you by the chin, and his tongue slide across your cheek, leaving trails of his saliva down your chin. You winced in disgust.
How did you even get into this mess? Well, it's only by coincidence.
By order of Adam's second in command, Lute, you were order to hold back and to keep a eye out for any missing weapons that might of been left behind, to keep sure that none of the sinners fins out that angels can be killed by their own weapons.
And by those orders, you did just that.
However, you got ambushed by some of the enemies that survive through the cleansing.
Even though you were able to fight back, you're weapon was destroyed in the process.
"You don't mind we give this one a little role, do you? Because I can make her a star, make all of us richer than the royal Morningstar family and..."
"Cut it, Val..." Velvette scoffed at him. "...Most of us have better ideas what to do with this one."
"Nevermind that, we could used this to our advantage in a different way." Said Vox, a evil grin spreading across his flat-screen face. "The business kind..."
Valentino smirked. "Oh, so you love idea of making this one into a slave...?"
"Even better..."
Velvette drops you to the ground as you landed on your butt, but it didn't stopped you from having that fire inside you. "Wait until I get my hands on..."
"Hehehe, oh, there's no need for that, bitch." Vox laughed, as he bend over to your level. "Why don't you settle down so we can chat a little?"
You glared at him, not just with contempt, but with curiosity. "What are you talking about?"
"Glad you asked. You see, me and friends here are need of a little help with our business, you are a being from heaven with.... better body features to profit to be exact, and I'm in need of a little something that could raise the stakes. So..."
You immediately cut him off. "Forget it, demon scum, I'm not intrested with what you're offering!"
"Oh, I think you might love what we have in stores, darling..." Said Velvette, with a evil smile.
"Plus, we might make it worthwhile..." Valentino flirted, being more intrested in fucking you.
"As you can see, I want to learn some info on Heaven and you will help me with that. And with this body of yours, plus the wings on Velvette's terms, I'm willing to have you make a little "deal" for our little arrangement...."
The tone of his voice made it crystal clear of what he meant.
You glared at these overlords, with suspicion. "...and in return of that, you're gonna have me act in a sexual film having sexual intercoarse with dozens of sinners?"
"Either way, those sinners are gonna want get a piece out of you one way or another. And besides Alastor, I, I mean, we, are the best safer option out of the other overlords here..."
You at them, crossed your arms, and said... "Do you really think I'm that stupid? To not know that writing this contract would tied me to this hellhole?"
The smirks on they're faces nearly faltered. You kept going. "You lied, not just to me, to your costumers, to your victims, to every sinner around you. I know how you demon basters do things here, I know how you play your cards. And you were confident that you thought I would fall for a trick like that? Absolutely not!"
That's when Vox chuckled, but not just a amusing chuckled, something hollow. "Oh, we weren't asking..."
"I know..." You said, almost smugly. "And I don't waste my time or days with liars, goodbye."
But just when you were about to walked out on them, to try and leave rancid place on your own, you suddenly get blocked by two big hellhounds in suits cutting you from the exit.
"What the hell?!"
"...You actually think you can just walked out like that?" Growled Valentino, who came from behind and gripped you by the back of your neck. "Don't be so cocky..."
"Son of a...." You gritted teeth, as you struggle to pull yourself back.
"Did we strike a nerve?" Velvette smirked. "And can I film it?"
Then, Vox walked over. "...You don't really have that much of a choice, as you can see. And seeing the fact that you don't even have a weapon on you, you're practically powerless against us."
Though angry, you knew he was about that.
The only good thing about it, is that they don't know you can get killed by your own weapons.
"...So, if you know what's good for you, I advised you take this lifetime opportunity for bigger measures for what you have left on you..."
Looking down for just a moment, you finally gazed at the TV man and ask with bitterness.... "Where do I sign...?"
...Present...
"...And before you knew it, she became a sex slave for all of Pentagram City to fuck..." Angel finished.
Charlie and Vaggie stood silent for what felt like hours after hearing the story.
"...You mean to tell us... the vees had kept a exorcist behind closed doors for all these past two years, and you never even bother to tell us?!" Vaggie exclaimed in rage & disbelief.
"Well, my boss advised me not to mention it to anyone, but I thought I could trust myself with sharing that knowledge with you."
"You could've told us when you're not working under him. It's not like he has cameras monitoring every you go..."
While Angel & Vaggie started arguing, Charlie started coming up with a plan to somewhat meet you somehow behind Angel's back.
The sound of a whetstone gliding across freshly sharpened metal was to you what a gentle harp melody was to others. Angelic steel rarely dulled, even when pushed to its limits, yet in the weeks leading up to each Extermination, you found yourself returning to the task more and more often. Something about the process was therapeutic in a way that few other things in your life were.
Emily was one of those things.
How she had taken an interest in you was a question to which you still had not found a truly satisfying answer. Not because Emily would not provide one — on the contrary, she proclaimed your virtues with an energy you found both touching and incredibly embarrassing — but because those she gave did not align with your understanding of your own status, value, or ability to interact with her the way other angels did. You did not understand those things. In many ways, you did not understand Emily. But you understood her in basic ways. The little ones, the small things absorbed almost passively over the course of a relationship that now stretched on for years.
You knew that Emily had no concept of personal space for herself, but would respect it for others — so long as she wasn't too worked up. You knew that Emily adored anything that brought joy and splendor to the world, whether it was as grand as a festival in the public squares, or as minor as the wind chimes outside her front door — because she thought adding a touch of music to her landing made life a little more whimsical.
You knew that Emily did not anger easily.
The wind chimes stirred. More than stirred — they flailed and rattled as if a hurricane had manifested in the realm of the divine. Your hand stopped immediately, the rhythmic motions of the whetstone going still, along with your thoughts. A great clatter followed a moment later as something heavy landed on the front porch. Three weighty footsteps resounded with enough force to send chills through you. Then the front door opened — followed by the sound of heavy oak slamming against its frame hard enough to rattle the crystalline windows.
Emily did not slam doors. Emily was sunlight and song, a cascade of bright, happy laughter and affectionate encouragement. Emily was the warmth of the universe distilled into a person, the scent of jasmine and blooming flowers after the first rain of spring. This was the sound of a storm arriving out of season, without warning and without mercy for the unprepared.
Your legs were under you in an instant, the very spear you had been sharpening reflexively clenched in your fist. Your gray knuckles went white, golden blood surging through your veins with enough force that you could scarcely hear the steps now approaching your shared bedroom. You had faced down sinners of all shapes without fear, without hesitation. Now you were so terrified you could not force your fingers to release the weapon they clutched as if it were the only thing tethering you to the heavenly realm.
"What happened?" The frantic thought reached you moments before she did. A half-dozen ideas came to mind in an instant. Each of them boded poorly for you in their own way.
None matched the despair you felt when the door to your bedroom burst open. Emily stood in all her glory — radiant to your eyes, even now — but the presence was not one you recognized. Her stance was as rigid as yours often was, her legs stiff and her arms splayed wide, as if making more space for the tumultuous emotions bubbling up within her.
Her expression was a two-toned swirl of fury and anguish, each fighting for dominance in a soul that had known neither emotion well enough to build a tolerance. Fresh tears forged new trails alongside old ones where she had tried to wipe away her sorrows only for them to be painted anew. The shimmer of her deep blue irises was warped by the pools of emotion constantly spilling over. The heat of her wrath and the heart-wrenching chill of her grief had stilled her melodies, had blotted out the sunlight.
Her lips were twisted down into a fragmented expression that echoed the tremble of fear, a scowl, and a keening wail of heartache all at once. Your knees suddenly felt insufficient. Her eyes, when they steadied enough to look properly at what was before her, traveled around the room. They lingered on your outfit, the spear, and finally your face. A thousand unspoken pleas and accusations lay behind her tear-drenched gaze.
"Tell me." Emily finally managed, the words hoarse and ragged, a far cry from the melodic lilt you knew better than your own name. "Tell me you didn't — that you weren't part of — just tell me you're not like the rest of them. Please."
"Emily..." The knot in your throat was so large you could scarcely breathe, but you could not afford to be silent. "What happened? What are you talking about?"
"Answer me." She demanded, her arms trembling as she clenched her fists. "Tell me you didn't go down there with the others. Tell me that all this time, you haven't been murdering innocent souls."
"...Oh, fuck. Adam, what did you do?!"
Your blood ran cold. A chill that matched the deep despair in her eyes now pierced your soul. The Exterminations were one of the most closely guarded secrets in all of Heaven. It was the task of the Exorcists to ensure the secrecy of the ritual was maintained — in part by keeping their own silence, in part by ensuring no sinner escaped the yearly purge with the knowledge of what they had witnessed. You had not even been permitted to tell Emily the true nature of your service when you began dating.
But you could see it in her eyes now. She knew. She knew everything. And whatever had happened at the council meeting, whatever form her rage and sorrow had taken there, it was now directed at the person she should have been able to trust the most.
The person who had lied to her the most.
Your spine stiffened in response to a perceived threat. Your feelings for Emily were tangled, spiraling — too powerful and yet too chaotic to take shape in word or action. So your training kicked in and banished the complications.
Ghostly wisps of shame tried to weave their way into your thoughts, but you could not afford the luxury of guilt. The Exorcists did not apologize for their duties. They did not feel remorse. They did what was necessary to defend Heaven and maintain the balance. Pride was what you were supposed to feel — pride at being blessed to serve among their number — and while the task was not a pleasant one, it was one you bore without hesitation.
The response should have been easy, simple, second nature. You had slaughtered sinners. You had done what was right. There was no need for remorse, no need for guilt. You were mandated by Heaven to cleanse filth, and that was precisely what you had done.
So why couldn't you say that? Why was your throat still tight enough that you could barely breathe? Why did the act of staring into your girlfriend's eyes feel like driving a spear through your own chest?
"Answer me!" Emily's voice rose. She stepped forward, wings spreading wide, forcing you to step back. The spear in your hand jerked up reflexively, bringing the sharpened point between you. You immediately recoiled, but she was already staring at it with a fresh wave of tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Please don't. Please. I love you."
A million defenses rose and fell in your mind. But all of them slipped away like sand between your fingers. The only thing you could hold onto was that plea. Emily was the reason you even knew what love was.
"I have not been murdering innocent souls." The faintest flicker of hope passed through her eyes, but it was fleeting. Your voice was cold and unyielding. The part of you that belonged to Emily was still failing to speak — and so the Exorcist spoke instead. "I have been performing my duty to Heaven. I have been cleansing the filth from Hell."
Emily's breath caught. She took a step back, as if you had struck her. For a moment, she rose up like a fire finding fuel, blossoming with rage. Her spirit became a matching brand of iron will rising to meet yours. But that iron began to crumble the longer she looked into your eyes.
"But... why? Why would you—" Her eyes darted around the room. "I thought — you always told me that the Exorcists were here to protect us. You told me you guarded Heaven, trained for the day evil might try to rise against it. How is this—" Her voice broke. The anger and fire dwindled to embers. She was angry, more than you had ever seen. But she was hurt, too, and what stood before her now was not something she could bring herself to burn, no matter how high the blaze inside her rose.
"It was forbidden. By Adam and Sera's decree," you continued, your voice like stone. It was the only part of you that was holding steady. The rest felt as if it could shatter at the slightest touch. "I could not tell anyone. Not even you."
"Not even me." Emily repeated. Her eyes flickered shut. Tears still trickled down her cheeks, but her expression had gone numb. When they opened again, it was with a sense of finality. "But you knew what I would say. You had to know what I would think of this. My duty is to care for mortals! I care about them. And I have never limited that compassion to just those who make it here!"
"Your duty is to guide and nurture those who are worthy of Heaven. My duty is to eliminate those who are beyond salvation." Your grip on the spear tightened. A faint tremor ran through the weapon. "My duty is to keep you safe, by eliminating threats—"
"What threats?!" Emily's voice cracked. "They're in Hell! They have no power up here! They can't hurt us! You're just — just killing them for fun, for pride, for no reason at all!" The room trembled as she raised her voice, the air rippling with her distress. A wide eye of sapphire and frenzy rippled open on her chest, her Seraphic nature shining through as her turbulent emotions surged. "I don't understand. How could you keep this secret for so long? No matter what your orders were. Did you convince yourself that I would be okay with this? Or — or did you just not care about how I feel?"
You had no answer for that. Or rather, you did, but it was not one that would ease her pain. The decree on the secrecy of the Exterminations was more than a rule to you.
It was permission. Permission to lie, to hide, to hold close the secret that would have driven away the only person you had come to care about who you did not call sister or commander. It was an excuse to avoid having this conversation. It meant you never had to explain your duties, never had to reconcile the truth of what you were with the image Emily believed in. It meant you never had to face her reaction, or the possibility that she would never see you the same way again.
It meant you never had to consider the possibility that she might leave you.
Your grip on the spear faltered. Not a drop — just a slight loosening, the barest give in fingers that had not relaxed since she walked through the door. Emily noticed. She always noticed.
"I didn't ask for this, Emily." You forced the words out, each one feeling like a hot coal dropped on your tongue. "I never asked for you to teach me about these feelings I never understood. I didn't ask for you to show me parts of myself I had never been able to see before. To give me all these experiences that I never knew I needed until you shared them with me."
Emily looked at you in contemplative silence. Her wings fluttered once, then drooped to the floor again.
"When we first met, I didn't want to get close to anyone." You reached for the composure your creation had instilled in you, but found it slipping now that you needed it most. The weight of memories bore down on you, chasing away the certainty of your convictions. "I... I tried to turn you away when you first spoke to me. I thought it was a distraction, so I tried to chase you off. Many, many times. But you were the most stubborn, most impossible angel I had ever met." Your eyes finally fell from hers, settling on the polished floor at her feet. "And eventually, I... I stopped pushing you away. I stopped wanting you to leave me alone."
Emily shook her head, eyes full of tears that formed faster than they could fall. Her voice was soft, shaking with each syllable. "I thought it was more than that. I thought you loved me."
"I do." The words came reflexively, but they weren't weak — they weren't a token response. You meant it. You had never meant anything more. "I love you, Emily."
"How?" Her question was a demand and a plea, desperate for something to make sense of a world that had been so thoroughly upended. "How can you love me and still be able to do something so — so awful? How can you love someone while knowing that they would be horrified if they saw the things you do?!"
Silence. You had no answer for that. What answer could you possibly give? That her love was something beyond your comprehension? That you didn't know how she had made you feel this way, and that it was the only thing in the world you would never, ever want to lose?
"I didn't ask for this."
"You already said—"
"I didn't — I didn't choose this!" You cut her off, your voice louder, angrier than you meant it to be. But it was true. "I didn't choose to be an Exorcist. It was my duty, my destiny. I was created for this purpose by Sera and Adam's own hands! Every part of me was designed for this. My mind, my body, my will — all of them were forged to be exactly the warrior that Heaven needed! The impurities were beaten from me before I knew my own name! I am an Exorcist. I never chose it. But it is who I am."
"But you don't have to be. We can all change, even angels." Emily's voice was quiet again, fragile. "You could have left. You could have chosen not to go. You could have done anything else."
"Maybe I could have. But I didn't." The spear in your hand lowered, the tip coming to rest on the floor. "It is my duty. My purpose. It's who I am."
"Then who am I to you?" Emily's question was soft, barely more than a whisper. "Because I don't think I can be with someone who sees the world that way. Someone who... who does those things. It's too much. It's everything I stand against."
"Emily... I wish that I could." You tried to prove it to her. It took everything you had, every ounce of will and freedom she had blessed you with. Your fingers unclenched and the spear fell from your grip, clattering to the floor. The sound echoed in the suffocating silence that followed. Emily didn't flinch, didn't move. She just stared at you. Her expression did not shift. She had no hope left for you.
You grieved for the part of you that was broken by that realization.
"Please." Her voice broke. "If you love me... please don't go down there again. Don't be part of this. You can be so much more than this."
Your jaw clenched. "I have no other choice."
"You do." She pleaded, despite the dimming light in her watery gaze. "You can choose not to. You can choose to be better. For me. For the souls who don't deserve to die."
Your wings twitched. The desire to reach out and hold her, to promise anything she asked, was overwhelming. But you couldn't. She was wrong — there was no choice. There never had been.
"Emily, if I abandon my duty, I'll be cast out by Adam and Lute. I'll fall. Just like Vaggie." Your voice was hoarse, the words clawing their way free. Speaking Vaggie's name aloud felt like a confession unto itself. "And then I'll be in Hell. And I'll still lose you."
Emily's breath hitched. Her eyes fluttered shut, a fresh wave of tears spilling over. "Please. There has to be another way. We can find it together."
The words were on your lips. You almost promised you'd stay. You wanted to shout for all the Heavens to hear that you believed her — believed the angel who had shown you there was more to life than duty and that there were things that could make you smile besides fresh bloodshed. You wanted to take her hand, to tell her you'd do anything, run away with her and never look back.
"I can't." The words were a death sentence for the life you had built. You pierced her heart with them the same way your spear would pierce a sinner. Efficient. Clinical. Necessary. "It's a false choice. If I go, I lose you. If I stay, I lose you. The only difference is... if I go, I know that what I'm doing will protect you. Even if you never speak to me again, I'll know that what I'm doing is making Heaven safer for you." You swallowed hard. "I will do my duty. I will protect Heaven. I will protect you. Even if you hate me for it."
Emily's eyes opened, and the look in them shattered what little resolve you had left. There was no anger remaining — only heartbreak.
"I... I don't want to hate you. I loved you." Her voice was a fragile whisper. All the emotions she had taught you to feel burst in your chest with a simple choice of tense. "But... I don't think I can anymore. Not like this."
The pain of her words was worse than any wound you had ever received in battle. It was a slow, agonizing death of everything you had ever held dear. You had never known how much she meant to you until this moment. Emily had taught you everything you now knew about love, and now she was teaching you how devastating its loss could be.
"...I understand." The words were pathetic. What you felt went beyond understanding. What you felt was akin to watching all of Heaven set ablaze, knowing there was nothing you could do. All while knowing your only choices were to watch it burn or add fuel to the flames.
She turned away, her lower wings dragging across the pristine floor. Her steps were quiet now — not the thunderous rage of earlier. She strode to the door bearing the same heavy certainty that rested over your shoulders. And for all your endless days of training, she bore that weight with more dignity than you ever had. She was stronger than you. She always had been.
"I — I have to leave. I can't be here right now. And I don't... I don't want to see you here when I get back."
With a sharp flare of her wings, she ascended. The rush of air sent the wind chimes into a frenzy, their melodic chiming a mockery of what was being lost as Emily shrank against the horizon. You stepped from the room, strode to the outer door, and watched until she was nothing but a speck of shimmering blue lost against the white clouds and golden light.
With her departure, the very world around you seemed to shift. What had once been a home — warm, shared, and alive — was already cooling, hardening back into the solitary house it had been before she welcomed you in. It was hers alone once more, and you were just an unwelcome guest.
Your legs gave out. You collapsed, your dull gray wings sprawling uselessly against the immaculate white floors you had walked together. You pressed your palms to the ground as a blistering ache tore through your chest. It was the final thing she had gifted you — the last emotion she had taught you to feel: quiet, devastating grief. Tears fell in silent streams, a betrayal of your creation. You had never cried before Emily. Part of you wished you could forget how. Another part never wanted to stop.
Before her, you were only an Exorcist. You knew the thrill of the slaughter, the heat of anger, the cold weight of a spear. Emily had reached into that violence and taught you how to feel something soft. She had made you something more.
Now, rising slowly in the quiet foyer, you felt that softness being violently torn away, leaving a gaping void in its place. Like this house, you were reverting to what you had been before her. But unlike the house, you could not simply empty out and remain whole.
Emily had shown you how to feel incredible things, how to understand parts of yourself you had never known existed. In doing so, she had grown something inside you — the first piece of you that was not merely a product of your creation, your purpose.
And now you understood how to feel its absence for the rest of eternity.
Oooh, someone who writes for Husk! May I request an x reader where, during the extermination, Husk finds and spares a(n exterminator) reader who is hiding and crying because she did not have the courage to kill anyone? It's her first time as an exterminator, so she is terrified. Specially because it was not the noble cause she was made to believe it was. She eventually returns to Heaven, but promises to keep this act of kindness in mind. Thank you!
Hello there! This is rather short, and I also decided not to write it in simple present as I usually do, but perhaps...
...you guys would enjoy a longer, more detailed Part 2?
Let me know! Hope you enjoy this on its own nonetheless, at least for now ;)
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Husk x Exorcist!Reader
Husk panted, taking advantage of the rubble left in place of the Hazbin Hotel to hide and take a breath in the midst of the battle.
He had to admit that if they had been able to stand a chance against the exterminators it was only thanks to the residents of Cannibal Town, who were still out there slaughtering who was probably going to be their next meal.
His wings fluttered, dust dissipating into the air, and he adjusted the hat that was miraculously still on his head, kept in place by his ears. Nothing like fighting with style, he thought, quickly grooming the fur on his arm.
About to come out of hiding and get back on the battlefield, his ears perked up as the slightest noise made him stop in his tracks. Was someone after him, and had they just been waiting for him to turn around and let his guard down?
Husk unsheathed his claws, his tails swaying from left to right in anticipation.
With a bunch of confident steps he reached a pillar; whoever was behind it was trying to be as quiet as possible, but nothing escaped his acute hearing as they shifted and emitted the same sound he had heard initially.
As the corner of his eye caught a splash of black belonging to the armour of an Exorcist, Husk hissed, throwing himself at the figure before they could do it first; his claws were about to come in contact with their skin before they weakly grabbed his arm and began pleading.
“NO! Please, please don’t hurt me! I wasn’t going to attack you, I-I swear!”
Husk assumed that his eyes must’ve been busting out of his sockets in surprise. He lifted his body from the Exorcist’s, who pathetically curled up on herself and clawed at her own upper arms’ skin, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. Her mask wasn’t covering her face, rather it was broken, long forgotten several feet away from where the two were positioned.
The bartender took a few steps back for personal safety and frowned at her;
“You...what’re you doing here? Maybe I shouldn’t be reminding you this but...” he gestured at the Angelic Spear thrown on the side, “Aren’t ya supposed to be doing your job? Trying to kill us?”
He waited for the Exorcist to calm down, her sobs slowly coming to a stop after what felt like the longest minute of Husk’s life, bombs exploding in the background and making the ground shake.
“I’m...” she started, clearly trying her best not to start sobbing again, “This is the first time I come down here, they’re shit at explaining! I-I don’t know what to do, I don’t want to hurt anybody! Adam made me believe this would be worth it, but I don’t...have the courage to kill anyone...”
He let her rant, fur flattening as he began calming down. He let out a groan, to which she looked down, most likely ashamed of herself.
“Look. I don’t know you, but do me a favour...” he looked around, making sure nobody was listening in, “Stay here, should be safe enough for ya to hide until the battle’s over.”
The Exorcist’s gaze travelled back up, meeting the demon’s.
“And once you’re out of here, leave that good for nothin’ army, if you’re as good as you claim to be.”
With a flap of his wings, he was gone. She knew that, had it been anyone else, they would’ve probably killed her with no remorse. But the soul she had come across was kind, selfless. Perhaps not all deserving of residing in Hell. He had no time to stay and console her, of course, but she would’ve been thinking about his words a lot.
The chilling screams of her Exorcist companions in the distance brought her back to reality; she collected her mask and spear, and hid further into the rubble.
*stares at phone after watching all of Hazbin Hotel* I gotta try something.
Accidentally In Love
Prologue
Alastor X Exorcist Reader
Warning ⚠
⚠ Fem Reader, mention of cutting wings, mention of abuse, Angel being Angel. ⚠
You had missed your sister Vaggie.
Being the closest to her out of all of your sisters, of course you would be a target.
Adam had used you as a punching bag whenever he could, just to feel better about her betrayal.
Two years went by, you had dealt with all the abuse you could before leaving down to Hell yourself. Feeling broken, you cut off your own wings, tossing them away into a random dumpster.
It was extermination day and you saw all of the chaos you and your sisters had caused. Now you can see why she left.
"Heaven is overrated.", you laughed, wiping away your tears.
"Now that's how you wear a smile!"
Gasping, you went on the defensive, eyes darting everywhere until you spotted a demon in red.
"None of that dear, I am not here to fight."
The demon remained in the shadows but you could see his smile. His eyes glowing red radio dials.
"I'd like to offer shelter and protection."
"What do you want.", you tightened your hold on your spear.
Yes you were in Hell, but even in Heaven there were those who had other intentions behind a smile.
"Nothing too serious.", the demon said. "Just to have you by my side until I say the word for you to leave."
"All the details.", you demanded and pointed your weapon at them. "I'm not stupid."
"And yet here you are standing in Hell."
"By choice!", you scowled.
"Oh? How interesting."
You let out a yelp when something dragged you into the shadows towards the demon. Using your angelic weapon, you stabbed at it and it released you, but it was too late.
You were already in the darkness with them.
"Apologies but I'd like to talk about this elsewhere.", the demon held out their hand to you. "Come and we'll discuss the details."
Looking up at the demon, you saw that he had a strained smile.
"I think you need me more than you let on.", you said but placed your hand on his. "I think I deserve to get more with what you're asking of me."
From then on you stayed with the Radio Demon, Alastor.
Currently he was off on business but when spotting you he had to get closer to the edge. You being someone who might be of use to him in his current predicament.
You pointed out that you didn't need to be around him all the time and put down that you would travel around Hell to find someone.
"And this someone is?"
"None of your business. Your deal is with me."
After a year of searching you found her.
She was with the Princess of Hell and was ok, she even grew her hair out.
You went with the deer demon to the hotel and stayed silent for the most part. Not used to being around so many living demons unless it was to get rid of them.
Alastor had put on a show of being all powerful while you just waited to talk to your sister. After all of the deer's shenanigans, you finally got the time to walk up to her.
"Vaggie?", you spoke up.
She looked surprised and then she frowned.
"What are you doing here!?", she whispered and dragged you away from the others.
After making sure no one else was around, she sighed and looked back to you.
"Explain. NOW."
"I left Heaven.", you stated.
"Well no shit. You're here.", she placed her hands on her hips. "I'm asking why. What happened? Why are you here? With the Radio Demon of all sinners. I'm not going back."
"I'm not here to take you back.", you quickly put a stop to her concerns. "I'm here to stay with you. I-. Heaven..", you looked away and hugged yourself. "You know I was the quiet one.."
Vaggie looked at you worried and placed a hand on your shoulder.
"What did they do to you?", she asked in a hushed tone.
"Adam..our sisters.", you couldn't look her in the eye and stared down at your feet. "Look. I cut my wings to stay here and find you. It wasn't right what they did and I'm not going back to that place.", you said firmly. "It wasn't worth you."
Your sister sighed and pulled you into a hug.
"Let's catch up later.", she said and held your hand, taking you back towards the others. "I want to introduce you to someone special."
"Is it the Princess? I already met her when coming in.", you said.
"I want to introduce you as my family and well..", she stopped just before going into the lobby, looking out and staring at the blonde. "I haven't told her..who-what I am. Please don't mention anything until I have the courage to tell her."
"Vaggie..", you squeezed her hand. "If you really want a good relationship with her then tell her. Sooner than later."
"I know.", she sighed. "I just need a little more time."
You backed more into the shadows after spotting Alastor looking around the room.
"Vaggie. I have to tell you something.", you said and got your sibling's attention. "I made a deal with Alastor, and before you yell. No. Not for my soul.", you said quickly. "I'm just acting like a bodyguard for a bit but he knows what I am."
"What!", she whisper shouted.
You patted her shoulders to calm her down. "I'll make sure he doesn't say a thing."
She looked over to the red dressed demon with a glare before accepting. "Fine. But you better be careful, I don't trust anyone other than Charlie."
"I will.", you smiled. "Now, officially introduce me to the Princess!"
With a roll of her eyes, she smiled back and dragged you over to the heir of Hell.
"Charlie! I have someone you need to meet."
The Princess turned and spotted you both.
"Oh, hello again.", she waved. "I've already met them Vaggie, what do you mean?", she asked.
"Not entirely.", she stood in the middle and let go of your hand. "Charlie, this is my sister.", she gestured to you.
Charlie gasped and held her face in surprise, eyes sparkling wide.
Vaggie said your name and then held the Princess close. "This is my girlfriend."
It was your turn to gasp in surprise.
"You hooked up with the Princess!?", you covered your mouth after noticing how loud you said that. "Sorry, I didn't mean that in a bad way. I mean that in total excitement. I'm happy for you and glad that you're happy."
The spider demon, that was named Angel Dust, got closer to look you up and down.
"Is there something wrong?", you questioned.
"You've got bigger boobs."
You blushed and hid your chest.
"Angel!", your sister whacked the spider.
"Ow! What!? Its true!"
Alastor walked over and also hit the spider. "You don't make such comments on a lady's body."
"I'm just saying they've got a nice rack, they got the betta genes!", the spider said before getting another hit from both of them again. "Ow!"
"Ignore him.", your sister turned you away and guided you towards the stairs. "Let's go find you a room."
You were happy to have found your sister.
Of course Alastor still needed to be kept quiet and you'd have to make sure to go over your deal with him.
You are both exorcists. White armor, perfect wings, hard gaze. Heaven taught you one thing emotions are a weakness
Vaggie notices you during the first training. Not because you’re the strongest, but because you observe. You analyze you don’t smile like the others she finds you... different
At first, you barely talk. Short sentences
"Training at dawn"
"I’ll be there."
"Don’t slow down the squad"
But she starts standing beside you during missions... always next to you
One mission goes wrong. A demon stronger than expected. You take a hit to protect a rookie. Vaggie sees red. She grows colder, more violent She eliminates the threat with almost frightening precision
After that, she stays near you while you recover. She doesn’t say "thank you" She says, "That was stupid" But her voice shakes a little. That’s the first crack
Exorcists aren’t allowed to doubt. Yet you start talking late at night, on golden platforms above the clouds
You ask her, "Do you really think they all deserve to die?" She tenses. Repeats the official speech. Then... she sighs. "I don’t know anymore." It’s the first time she admits a doubt. And you look at her differently
One day, you receive an unjust order. A preventive massacre. You refuse to obey at once. Vaggie confronts you. "You’re going to get yourself banished." "Then let them banish me."
She chooses and she chooses you
She disobeys too. It’s not a declaration of love, but it’s stronger than that. Your disobedience is discovered. Punishment. Fall from grace. You fall together
The fall is violent. She holds your hand the whole way down. Even when her wings burn. Even when she’s scared
Once fallen, Vaggie becomes even more protective. Almost too much. She’s afraid of losing you. Afraid that it’s all her fault. She gets angry easily. She’s tense. Always watching for threats
But at night… she gets closer. She presses her forehead against yours. "I would make the same choice again" Always
The day of her confession isn’t dramatic or theatrical. It happens after an argument. You accuse her of wanting to carry everything alone. She bursts out "Because I love you, okay?!"
She looks away, thinking she ruined everything. But you grab her hand. And this time, she doesn’t hold back. No need for big words. Just interlaced fingers and a shaky breath. She doesn’t say "I love you" often. But she shows it
She makes sure you eat. She fixes your weapons. She stays awake until you come back
And if anyone threatens you? They don’t even see the spear coming
