Hazbin Hotel Masterlist: Women Who Need Their Love Monstrous
Mature audiences only. Lover of poetic prose and morally questionable men. My very specific kink is converting readers who have never liked Reader Inserts over to the dark side. 😈
SERIES
♡ Dealbreaker (Alastor x Reader)
What you'll find: witchcraft, human sacrifices, baking, forced proximity, slow burn, a lot of plot (what have I done), reader is married to ancient demon
Most people don't need an ancient Sumerian ritual to summon their estranged husband, but desperate times call for desperate measures.
The residents of the Hazbin Hotel will need archaic forbidden magic to protect all of Hell from destruction. These pompous modern overlords have forgotten the ways of the elder ones, but they'll learn the hard way from the woman who won her freedom from an ancient demon and got him to put a ring on it. Amicable separations are for mature adults—and nobody is more mature than the woman who was once offered as a human virgin sacrifice, thank you very much.
You just need the Radio Demon to stop sticking his nosy antlers where they don't belong. He is burnt sugar and bad intentions, and baby, you've seen it all before.
Excerpt: Go, Alastor wants to say. Enjoy this before I lead you to my altar and demand devotion.
♡ Maneater (Vox x Reader, Alastor x Reader)What you'll find: femdom, reader hunting Vox, Alastor hunting reader, scheming, smut
They call you Maeve the Maneater. Maeve the Mindfucker. You're the top dominatrix in the Pride Ring, and your latest assignment—retrieving a memory from Vox—should be just another game of manipulation. You've been hired to break him, and you're more than ready to deliver justice to bad men.
But your first mistake is studying the Radio Demon, Alastor, to understand how to unravel Vox. What starts as a calculated move soon turns into something far more dangerous. As Alastor interferes for his own twisted amusement in your hunt for Vox, the lines between hunter and hunted blur. Caught between two powerful demons, you’re drawn into a storm of power, lust, and dangerous emotions—one that threatens to strip you of more than just control.
Excerpt: Vox tastes like industry. Brutality. The closing of a good day at the stock market.
♡ The Bone Witch (Human Alastor x Reader)
What you'll find: reader speaks to the dead, ghost/monster of the week adventures, uh oh who is that at your window
Your grandmother was run out of New Orleans for being a witch. Decades later, you’re heading straight for the Crescent City. When a suitor turned up dead in your small hometown’s church graveyard—without you so much as touching him—the whispers grew too loud to bear.
In the 1930s, a clever woman can make a living speaking to the dead, and New Orleans is a city where spirits are always eager to talk.
But one voice rises above the rest—smooth, dangerous, drawing you in like a song you can’t ignore. He might be something worse than the devil Mama warned you about.
The dead may have called you here, but he’s the one who’s keeping you.
Excerpt: "Frances, you can try to run from me. It won't work." His gaze is merciless. "I'll find you, but if it makes you feel better, I'll give you a long leash."
ONE-SHOT SERIES
A Curation of Sharp and Lovely Things (Book of One-Shots that will feature Reader x Alastor, Reader x Lucifer, Reader x Vox)
What you'll find: mostly smut
All the stories that won't stop scratching at the coffin lid: one shots, novellas, and more.
A graveyard of writings featuring Alastor x Reader, Vox x Reader, Lucifer x Reader, and more.
Questionable morals, smut, and the romanticization of deeply flawed maniacs inside.
Table of Contents for A Curation of Sharp and Lovely Things:
The Serpent and His Chainsaw Heart (Lucifer x Reader) - The King of Hell is a big fan. He’s also lonely. You know this because he’s told you no less than three times, always while making excuses to interrupt your writing.
Excerpt: If you tilt your head to one side and strain to listen, it is the sound of the serpent cutting through the grass.
The Last Quiet Breath of a Star (Human Alastor x Reader) - His love is patient, like rot. It waits, it spreads, it wins. When a star dies, what comes next?
Excerpt: He sits on the edge of your bed like a beautiful nightmare. It is rather rude that God cursed you with seeing the future and blessed him with the face of an angel while he guts the men of this city.
Miscommunication: A Valhalla of Your Own Making (Alastor x Reader) - Only Alastor thinks a woman is attempting to seduce him when she asks if she can bludgeon him.
Excerpt: “Finally,” he rasps, eyes burning with vicious, triumphant hunger. “Was beginning to think you’d never take the bait.”
Coming Soon:
Unveiled, At Last (Vox x Reader): One night. One mask. One anonymous mistake—you slept with the worst overlord in Hell, and now he’s setting the underworld ablaze to find the woman behind the disguise.
The Alternate (Alastor x Reader): In this timeline, he is your perfect Alastor: podcast host, history nerd, and perfect boyfriend four years running. Too bad about that other timeline that comes knocking.
Cover Art: Graphic design is my passion~
May your love stories be absolutely bone-chilling, darling.
It takes a while to find the address listed by your new employer, embarrassingly. It's Vee Tower, one of the tallest buildings in the city, and you hadn't even realized it. Your nerves nearly get the better of you as you approach.
Fuck, you realize, this guy is someone important…!
Taking a deep breath, you steel yourself before walking up the path to the large front doors.
You can do this, you tell yourself, you're just going to be taking care of this guy's sharks for a few days, then you'll probably never see him again.
You open the doors to find a bustling lobby. Demons rush about every which way, several carrying piles of documents. You thank the powers that be that isn't you. You'd never survive an office job with papers and deadlines.
You approach the front desk, and the receptionist–a fish demon of some sort–sends you a look you can't quite decipher, but are pretty sure is judgmental or negative in some capacity.
“Hi!” you greet them, mustering what you hope is a friendly smile, “I'm here to see… Vox? I'm here to pet-sit for… him?”
The receptionist shoots you another indecipherable look, before adjusting their glasses. “Yes… let me call him down for you…” they reply with a tone that you don't really like. They push a button on their headset, “Vox, your pet-sitter is here.”
You watch with a now strained smile as they nod their head to a response they receive. They turn to fully face you before speaking again.
“Vox will be down in a moment, please take a seat over there and wait for him.” They point to a row of seats along the wall.
It takes a moment to process what they said, but you nod anyway, standing a little too long at the desk before you turn and hesitantly take a seat. Damn! I look like an idiot!
The wait is excruciating, taking only a few minutes, but feeling like hours. You fidget in your seat, feeling for all the world like everyone is watching you, judging you.
Finally, you hear the ding! of an elevator chime, and look up to see a tall TV-headed demon stepping through the doors of the nearest elevator. He's dressed smartly, adjusting the lapels of his pinstriped tuxedo jacket before moving on to his bow tie. He takes a glance in your direction, before striding over, a wide showman's smile taking over his face.
“Ah, yes!” he greets, an air of what you can only describe as smugness in his voice, “__Y/N__, right? It's so good to see you've made it! Welcome to Voxtek headquarters! I'm Vox, of course, I'm sure I need no introduction…!” He leans down and offers you a handshake.
It takes a moment for you to recognize the gesture, but as soon as you do, you take his hand in yours and give it an awkward shake. You have no idea who he is, but you nod along anyway. “Ah, yeah…! It's nice to meet you, Vox!” you say, before brightening and standing from your seat, “So, who are the babies I'll be taking care of?”
Vox's smug smile morphs into a more genuine one. “Of course! I'm so glad you asked!” He places a hand on your back and leads you towards the elevator, not seeming to notice your flinch at his touch.
He takes you to the floor above his studio, where access to the first tank is. Inside the tank are several cybernetically enhanced sharks of varying sizes and species. He points out each individual shark and tells you their names, and you make a mental note of each one.
Once you've seen the first tank, he takes you to the kitchen where the sharks’ food is stored and prepared. The kitchen is pristine, completely spotless, and has three fridges and two freezers filled with raw meat. Vox walks you through the feeding schedules before leading you up a few floors to his office.
“... and this here is my pride and joy!” Vox tells you, gesturing to the tank behind his desk with a flourish, “Shock.wav!”
Inside is the single largest living shark you have ever seen. She—you can tell she's female by the lack of claspers coming off her anal fins—is somewhere between a great white and a megalodon in size. She's a biomechanical hybrid of some sort, with pulsating electronic lights accenting her body.
You stare at Shock.wav for a moment in awe.
“... she's beautiful…!” you breathe. If a little bit overweight.
Vox chuckles at your reaction. “She is gorgeous, isn't she?” He puts a hand on your shoulder, “So… you think you can handle all of them for a few days?”
“Absolutely!” you nod.
“Great! Great!” he approves, “Well, in that case, let me show you to your room!”
He leads you back to the elevator, and takes you up two more floors, to the floor just below the penthouse. There, he leads you down a hall to a one-bedroom condo, complete with a full bathroom and a fully-stocked kitchen.
Once the tour is finished, you and Vox take the elevator back to the ground floor.
“Thank you so much for agreeing to do this, you have no idea how hard it is to get someone competent to care for these sharks!” Vox tells you, a note of what you think might be condescension in his voice. He pats your back. “Well, I have places to be! If you have any more questions, feel free to ask any of my employees!”
You nod. “Of course. Have a good trip!” you wave after him as he makes his way to the front door. “And don’t worry, I’ll take good care of your babies for you!”
Vox turns to face you as the doors open for him, his showman’s smile turning sinister.
“You’d better.”
And with that, the doors close behind him.
As soon as he’s gone, you’re in animal care mode. You take the elevator back up to the first tank to check the water’s pH and saline levels. You make some minor adjustments before heading up to do the same for Shock.wav’s tank. Once you’re satisfied with the homeostatic balance of both tanks, you take it upon yourself to put together a feeding chart for each of the sharks; noting the precise time you feed each one, as well as the weight of the meat you give them.
Before you go to bed, you eat some dinner of your own while putting together a plan to get Shock.wav down to a healthier weight involving exercise and a controlled diet.
You spend the next three days following your animal care plan, feeding the sharks and working on target-training Shock.wav. She is wonderfully intelligent, just as you suspect, and you make a note to suggest to Vox that he provide her with extra enrichment when he returns.
It’s on the third day that you come across a problem; the tanks need cleaning, and Vox neglected to tell you where the diving gear is.
It’s not a big problem, you can just ask one of his employees. So you think.
You’re able to stop one Voxtek employee in his rush from one office to another, an eel demon with mismatched eyes.
“Excuse me,” you tell him, “I have a question.”
The eel demon stops, sending you a hesitant glance. “Ah… yes…?”
“Yeah! Hi! I’m the petsitter Vox hired a few days ago,” you introduce yourself, “and I was wondering if you might know where the diving gear is?”
“Diving gear?” he repeats, incredulous.
“Yeah!” you push, “There’s some algae build-up in the shark tanks, and I need diving gear in order to clean that up.”
“You want to swim in the shark tanks?”
You frown, brows pinched in concern, “Uh, yeah? I need to in order to clean the tanks…!”
The eel demon shakes his head, looking at you like you’d just sprouted an extra head. “Are you crazy?”
“That’s up to debate,” you admit truthfully, “but not because of this. So is there any diving equipment…?”
“No,” the demon tells you, a little too strongly, “because no one is crazy enough to try to swim with Mr. Vox’s sharks!” With that, he turns and continues on his way, leaving you with a dilemma.
You return to the floor with the first tank, and pace in front of it, thinking.
“There’s no way I’d be able to hold my breath long enough to even get to some of the algae spots, let alone clean them…” you muse, “Damn… If only I was a fish demon, like that eel guy…!”
The thought of the way he spoke to you irks you a bit.
“Crazy! He called me crazy!” You frown as you continue to pace, before stopping to stare at your reflection in the glass, “Wanting to do my job doesn’t make me crazy! Right?”
You scowl, before mimicking what the eel demon had told you, even trying to remember and mimic his mannerisms.
“‘No one is crazy enough to try to swim with Mr. Vox’s sharks!’” you mock, changing your posture to match the employee’s.
And suddenly, your reflection changes to that of an eel demon.
“Huh?” You squint, blink, and take a closer look at your reflection. It’s not your imagination, your reflection has changed. You look down at yourself and find that yes, your reflection matches your actual current appearance.
You drop the act, slowly turning around while looking at yourself, and your body shifts back into your own demonic form, right before your eyes.
“Huh,” you say to yourself, “that’s… interesting.”
You have an idea.
You begin, again, to mimic the mannerisms of the eel demon, and your body shifts once again to match. You reach to feel the gills at the side of your neck, and find that they are indeed there.
Problem unexpectedly solved.
With your newfound ability, cleaning the sharks’ tanks is easy. Sure, a couple of the sharks, including Shock.wav, charge you, but you know just what to do about that.
“Get rotated, idiot,” you joke underwater as you take one charging shark by the nose and gently flip it upside-down, putting it into tonic immobility.
And so it happens that the tanks are pristine when Vox returns from his business trip.
He was the Radio Demon, an overlord of hell, owner of souls, and host of the Hazbin Hotel.
The only evidence that he was ever human was the gold band worn around his ring finger. No one seemed to notice it; if they did, they didn’t dare ask.
Not much was known about the terrifying radio demon. The others at the hotel often wondered about the origins of the great Alastor Altruist.
Well, not until Mimzy comes along.
“Alastooor, Sweetie, doll-face! So good to see you. How’ve ya been? Good? Good.”
Alastor hugs the small woman while everyone stares in confusion.
“Listen, I was in the neighborhood! I heard you were staying at this ritzy ditzy slob factory-”
A glint of gold catches the light.
“Oh! By the way, where’s your little birdy?”
Alastor’s who? The confusion only continued to grow in the room.
“Oh, Mimzy, you know she would never have ended up down here.”
Who are they talking about?
“Ah yes, she was such a kind soul. The best of the best.”
Finally, someone asks.
“Yo! Lady! Who ya talkin' about?”
“His missus, of course!”
His what?
“YOU WERE MARRIED?!”
Alastor’s eye twitched as private information about his life came to light.
“I am married; we never divorced.”
Everyone stared in disbelief. How could anyone marry Alastor, of all people?
Wait-
“You said she would never have ended up down here. Does that mean that your wife is in heaven? Is she an angel?”
“Charlie, don’t be ridiculous! No one that good could have married him!”
Mimzy pipes up,
“She’s right. Y/n Altruist was too good for the world and sang like a canary!”
That she did…
“I fell in love with you the first time I looked into
Them there eyes
You've got a certain little cute way of flirtin' with
Them there eyes”
All eyes gazed upon the stage. His little birdy was much like him in how they entranced others with their voices. If all he heard for the rest of eternity was that beautiful song of hers, then he could die a happy man.
“They make me feel happy
They make me blue
No stallin', I'm fallin'
Going in a great big way for sweet little you”
It was never supposed to last. It was just for a while to make him seem more normal. To hide his less than socially acceptable hobbies. But she was light, and he was a moth to a flame. As he felt the weight of the box in his hand he wondered how someone like him got blessed with someone like her.
“My heart is jumpin', you sure started something with
Them there eyes
You'd better watch them if you're wise
They sparkle, they bubble
They're gonna get you in a whole lot of trouble
You're overworkin' them, there's danger lurkin' in
Them there eyes”
Her eyes brightened as they landed on him sitting at his usual table in the back. He was done with work early and had come to pick her up so they could walk home together.
“I fell in love with you the first time I looked into
Them there eyes
You've got a certain little cute way of flirtin' with
Them there eyes”
HIS. She was his. He was hers. They were each others.
The only proof that Alastor was ever human was the gold band around his ring finger.
summary: Lucifer takes pride in everything he has, especially his wife.
pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x wife!reader
includes: fluff, lucifer being a sweet and attentive husband and father, suggestiveness, possessiveness, that’s pretty much it (let me know if i missed any!)
a/n: okay but like, i am on serious hazbin brain rot, i have written more for HH than any other fandom so far.
Being the embodiment of pride meant that Lucifer constantly flaunted everything to his fellow sins and his people. And being the King of Hell meant he had a lot to brag about. Especially his family. God, Lucifer loved his family and would do anything to talk about them in every conversation.
An overlord meeting about movie productions on VoxFlix? Add romantic comedies, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite. Speaking with Beelzebub about her different alcoholic beverages? Make sure to make mojitos, they’re his wife and daughter’s favorite.
He took pride in who he married and who his daughter was. After all, they were the royal family of Hell.
“Mom, I think it’s as tight as it can go— MOM!” Charlie’s eyes flashed red as she squealed, grabbing your arm.
“Sorry!” You tilt your head back as you let a laugh fall from your lips. “I thought you said—“
“No no no no noooo!” She turned around, eyes wide. “I think I’m good.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” You kiss her cheek and adjust her crown.
Charlie beamed at you and traded places with you. “My turn!”
You hum as she tightens the corset around you, eyes flickering up toward the mirror when you hear the door creak open. “Hey, handsome.”
“Hi, my love.” He pressed a kiss to your hand and then one to Charlie’s forehead. “Hi, apple pie.” He watched his daughter tug on the strings attached to the corset, moving forward when it seemed like you were going to fall from the platform. “Charlie, what are you doing to your mother?”
“Pulling her corset tight—“ She grunted as she held the string in place, tying the back. “There.” You gave her a thumbs up as she finished, watching her glow at your silent praise.
“Gorgeous as always.” Lucifer stole you from your platform, the devil’s tail wrapping around your waist.
“You know? Vaggie is probably looking for me! I should leave…” Charlie let out an awkward laugh and fled for the door. “Text me when you need me for the entrance!”
Lucifer dipped you down, chuckling when you let out a noise of surprise. “You look breathtaking, my love. Maybe we should just skip the gala and do better activities right here—“
“Lucifer!” You lightly smack his chest, face flushed from his words. “You horny devil!”
“Says the queen of Hell.” He captured you in a quick kiss, red lipstick staining his lips. “Come on, Charlie can handle it on her own.” He squeezed your hips as you walked over to the vanity with his head resting on your bare shoulder.
You glance at your beloved with a soft look, “Luce, we didn’t coordinate a whole gala just to have our daughter host it herself.” You clip on a pair of earrings, the golden snake and apple shining through the light. “We also didn’t have these outfits made for us just for them to be wasted away on our bedroom floor.”
“I mean…” He nipped on your exposed shoulder, earning a gasp and glare. “They made you a maroon dress with a slit exposing your legs, my love.”
“Because it matches your maroon and black suit.” You turn in his arms and tug at his lapels. “Which I have to admit, kinda does it for me.”
He smirked as he slowly pushed you up against the vanity, “Yeah? Maybe we should ditch.”
“Nope.” Your hands clasped behind his neck, eyes widening when you feel one of his hands trail down to your exposed leg. “Luce…”
“You started this.” He slotted himself between your legs and continuously peppered kisses to your collarbone and neck, softly sucking. “You’re a tease.”
“Lucifer—“ Your protests were cut off with a quiet moan, but you quickly covered your mouth when hearing him chuckle. “Nope, we’re leaving now.”
Lucifer separated from you, a wide grin adorning his face as he scanned you. He pressed a soft kiss to your lips, “Let’s go then, my love.”
You raised a brow but didn’t protest, letting him wrap his arm around your waist to guide you toward the ballroom. You both were quickly accompanied by your daughter as you made your way to the landing of the grand stairway.
The lights flashed off and the spotlight projected on the Morningstar family, the crowd’s voice hushed when spotting the monarchy. Lucifer gave a welcoming speech to the sinners, overlords, and sins who attended, making sure to mention his family and how they helped make the gala entirely possible. Final rounds of applause echoed through the ballroom as Lucifer finished off, letting everyone go back to their socialization and dancing.
“Mom,” Charlie caught you before you could follow Lucifer to greet his fellow sins. “Did you… Do you know why… You have bruises on your neck.” She finally mumbled out, eyes not meeting yours.
You felt yourself warm from embarrassment. Not only did your daughter tell you that you have hickeys on your neck, but you stood in the blinding lights with an audience staring at the three of you. No doubt photographers caught this and snapped photos for the internet. “Thank you for telling me, baby. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to murder your father.”
“Mom—“
You scanned the room before your gaze zeroed on Lucifer. He was laughing with Asmodeus before meeting your gaze and gave you a wink. Oh, he was going to pay.
“Lucifer.” You appear by his side. You give his fellow sin a quick smile but turn back to the little devil with a scowl. “Can I talk to you?”
“Of course.” He wrapped an arm around your waist. “It was nice catching up with you, Oz.”
You guided Lucifer back to a secluded hallway, eyes flashing bright red when you were alone. Within a blink of an eye, you had Lucifer pinned against the wall with your forearm.
“Do you know how embarrassing it is to know that I went out there with bruises all over my neck? Or, better yet, that our daughter was the one who told me what was on my neck?” You seethed. You were beyond embarrassed and pissed, you’re surprised you haven’t become a full demon yet.
“To be fair, it was more than just your neck—“
“LUCIFER!” You use your free hand to reach up your collarbone. The room felt ten times warmer, and it didn’t help that you felt Lucifer’s devil tail decided to wrap around your calf.
He remained pinned on the wall, giving you a cheeky grin. “This is really hot.”
“Oh, my god!” You release him with a glare. “There’s going to be photos everywhere! What will the public think about—“
“Lucky king?” He shrugged as he let his fingers trail up your waist, pulling you flush against him. “Listen, we’ll get rid of the photos. But is it really a crime to show off what’s mine?”
You grumble a small response, propping your head on his shoulder. “You’re crazy, Luce.”
“I love you too, beautiful.” He chuckled.
The photos never made it outside of Pride Manor, but the teasing you received from the other sins made you flush every time. Lucifer listened to each jeer, a smirk present on his face from the constant reminder that you were in fact his.
Especially when the bruises scattered around you spelled out his initials.
A/N: Originally was specified as male, but kept it out for general audiences to enjoy. This is the first time I did a bulleted list, so I hope I did well.
As a sinner, you already knew you weren’t the best person. In fact, all you could care about was living in the present, instead of fearing the afterlife like a fool.
It took you a while to accept your death, but you eventually shrugged your shoulders.
You started fights, pranks, causes some property damage, and may have ragebaited a few people.
However, sinners recognized you as someone with power and gave you their souls. From then, you became a powerful overlord, one who relished in madness.
So much so that once you heard about the princess’s plan to fight the exorcists, you offered your help as long as you get some kills in. She was a bit disturbed, but the extra help definitely made it worthwhile.
Fast forward, and you were invited to Vox’s rally after hearing he took out Alastor (which you find to be near bs).
Once his musical number was done, that’s when Charlie showed with four other angels who had gift baskets. Although, Vox was doing his “why should we forgive you” speech, you found yourself drawn to the tallest angel there.
She was elegant, graceful, and expressed an aura of dominance. She had this feeling of maturity in her voice that secretly expressed power. It became more apparent when she transformed. You didn’t care if she threatened the sinners, you cared about this goddess-like figure whose beauty shined in the light surrounding her.
In a nutshell, she was fucking hot!
After the rally, you took a visit to the hotel. The princess had reconciled with her girlfriend and was trying to call her dad. You asked her about those angels, and she told about her intentions to convince sinners that Heaven wanted peace now.
She went on about who those angels were exactly, and when you asked about the tall one, Charlie explained that it was Sera who was the high seraphim.
Y/N: Sera. So that’s her name.
Charlie was too focused on calling Lucifer that she didn’t notice your blushing and how you bit your lips.
But everyone else did, which they found both shocking and hilarious.
Hilarious in Cherri’s case.
Insert Vox launching his weapon, leaving you speechless. But also excited, because you’ve never seen Vox this ambitious before. It made you want to see how well he could handle your fist smashing into his face.
Then, Emily shows up thus the plan to defeat Vox begins.
But before you all departed, you asked Emily about this Sera person. She said she’s her sister. Using this connection, you requested to meet Sera after all this is over.
Emily was surprised, but she accepted your request. She thought it was a good way to bring demons and angels closer.
You smiled, ready to meet the other overlords at the party. Sera can wait, you had front rows to the start of a grand climax.
Plus, words can’t describe how much you wanted to start a fight with Vox.
Fingering and oral (reader receiving both), penetration (p in v), smut, reader receives lots of pampering and affection~
A satisfied sigh left you as you slid down into the hot bath until the water came up to your shoulders. You laid your head back on a towel that was resting on the side of the solid stone tub.
This was just what you needed to work out your tense muscles.
You were usually a quick shower type of person. Never really taking the time to allow yourself a little relaxation in a bath tub. But this time around you decided to change things up. Maybe treat yourself a little. After all, Lucifer had this beautiful large stone bathtub that was going to waste. He never really needed to bathe anyways. As the king of hell and an ancient, powerful demon, of course he could just keep himself clean using magic to blink any filth away without thinking.
Unfortunately, you weren't lucky enough to have such powers at your disposal. But even when Lucifer would suggest doing the same to you, you'd always refuse. There was a comfort in letting hot water run over your body. Or submerging yourself in a warm bath. Letting all of the day's stress and grime wash away with some nice smelling body wash.
You let yourself dip lower until the water came up to your chin. You closed your eyes and breathed in the steam from the hot bath. There were no sounds in the room other than the occasional drop from the faucet.
This right here was heaven~
You weren't sure how long you had been sitting like that in the water. You were so lost in your thoughts that you must have lost track of time. It wasn't until you felt something tap against your nose that made your eyes flutter open. Staring back at you were the blank, black eyes of a yellow rubber duck just inches from your face.
A smile formed on your lips and you tapped it's little orange beak with your finger, sending it floating away. No doubt one of Lucifer's creations that he spawned into the bath with you.
Speaking of-
"Mind if I join you?"
The source of that familiar voice came from right beside you. You turned your head where Lucifer was resting his crossed arms on the side of the stone tub and smiling at you with beautiful red eyes. You smiled back at him... also mentally noting that his torso was completely bare. You amused yourself wondering how awkward it would have been if you'd said no.
"I thought you didn't have to bathe." You said.
"I don't... but I was getting lonely," he admitted sheepishly, dipping his fingers into the water to test the temperature. "Do you like it?"
You nodded. "It's great. You should join me."
You didn't have to tell him twice. In a blink, he was no longer beside you. Lucifer appeared in the tub right across from you, fully submerged up to his chest. He smiled at the little rubber ducky that floated past him and then at you.
"This is nice." He said.
"Mhmm," you sighed. "That's why I like to take baths. They're relaxing~"
"Anything I can do to make it even more relaxing for you? Lights? Music? Candles?" He asked, eagerly awaiting to know how he could fulfill any desire you had.
You shook your head. "I don't need all that, hon-"
"Maybe I could rub your shoulders?"
Now that gave you pause. The hot water had made you so relaxed up to this point. A shoulder massage might actually unravel you completely. You nodded and floated over to him. He held you by the shoulders and turned you around. You groaned when his hands started massaging the tense muscles there. If you could melt you probably would have.
His thumbs worked little circles into your skin for a while. Gradually moving down until he was in your middle back. You didn't notice until you felt a certain appendage brush against tour ass just how close you had floated towards him. You were pretty much in his lap at this point. Which wouldn't be a problem...
If his boner wasn't so painfully obvious.
You bit your lip, knowing you should be nice. But where was the fun in that?
"I'm a little tense here, too, sweetie." You reached back and took his hands in yours and lowered them to your hips.
"O-Oh..." You couldn't help but smile at the flustered tone in his voice. He was just too cute sometimes.
Lucifer did as he was told and started massaging you where you placed his hands.
"Mmh... Luci..." you moaned a little sensually on purpose.
You wished you could see the look on his face. No doubt his cheeks were probably dusted with a bright gold as he blushed. His eyes were probably hyperfocused on the area that required his attention and he was shifting uncomfortably where he sat.
Lucifer was far too fun to tease.
Just when you thought he had had enough however, his hands started moving lower. Much to your surprise. They stopped on your thighs, where he continued his massaging.
"Is right here okay, too?" He asked behind you.
You shivered at the feeling of his voice against the back of your neck. "Y-Yeah... that feels good."
And it did... but in another way entirely.
You opened your legs a bit wider, giving him more space to rub you. This was a grave error, as it only led him to start moving into your inner thighs. But still you didn't tell him to stop. His sinful touch felt too good to do such a thing.
Then, as if reading your thoughts, one of his hands boldly dipped between your legs to rub your mound. Just inches away from your now-aching clit.
"And here?"
"Luce..." you breathed. "I think we've ventured beyond just a massage."
"Do you want me to stop?" He asked.
You shook your head. "No."
"That's good to hear," He said innocently. You could hear the smile in his voice. "Because you're really tense here, too~"
"Is that so?" You asked as his fingers slid up and down your slit before plunging between your folds. You gasped when his finger found your clit and he started circling the sensitive bud.
"Mhmm~" He hummed in approval. "Gotta make sure we work out everything."
After another moment or two, Lucifer abandoned your clit to travel further down until he found what he was looking for. He slid a finger inside you, making you moan louder.
"Poor thing, you're so tight~" He cooed into your ear. "We'll have to fix that."
Then his finger was joined by a second. Lucifer thrust the two digits in an out of you, stretching your pussy walls even more as you clung desperately to the side of the tub.
"Lucifer! F-Fuck-!"
"Good girl, I love hearing my name on your lips." He breathed into your ear, gently nibbling at your helix. His sharp teeth making goosebumps appear on your flesh. "I have to hear more~"
Lucifer removed his fingers from you, much to your disappointment, and turned you around so that you were facing him now. After placing a kiss to your lips, he lifted you and sat you down on the ledge of the stone tub. He spread your legs open and marveled at just how sopping you were.
"Fuck, you're wet."
"Yeah, no shit." You snarked, unable to help yourself.
He gently nipped at your inner thigh, making you squeak.
"You know what I mean, darling." He chuckled. "You look delicious~"
You swallowed as his hungry eyes looked up and down your aching pussy.
"All mine to taste~"
Lucifer made a meal of you. Greedily devouring your cunt as if he's never tasted anything as divine. He made a noise that sounded like a mix between a moan and a growl, thankful to finally have his hunger satisfied. His forked tongue flicked and swirled around your clit, only occasionally stopping to suckle gently on the sensitive bud.
"Oh, Luci!" you moaned, white-knuckling the side of the tub. "Fuck!"
His hands gripped your thighs to hold you in place, not letting you tear this little piece of heaven away from him.
"I'm gonna cum, baby- I-I'm gonna-!" You cried out when you finally tipped over the edge. You pushed your hips against his face, urging his sweet tongue to help you ride out your orgasm until it was too much to bear. Lucifer's tongue snaked down to your entrance, plunging inside to fully drink every last drop of you as you came in his mouth.
"Lucifer!" You cried as the pleasure was soon replaced with overstimulation. Your orgasm had finally subsided and your body shook violently as he continued to drink you down.
Thankfully, he granted you mercy by pulling away from you and standing in the tub, finally giving you a good view of his throbbing erection. He took your hand in his to lift you but your legs protested.
"Let me help you, my darling." He said, lifting you up effortlessly by your ass. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his hips, locking your ankles behind him.
Lucifer kissed you deeply, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. When you separated, he met your eyes with his own sex-drunk gaze.
"I love you... and I could spend all night devouring you," Lucifer said breathlessly. "But I need to feel you, my angel."
"Please." You begged, knowing exactly what he meant.
Lucifer didn't waste any time. He pressed his cock to your entrance and. With your permission, thrust into you. Your pussy tightened around him at the sudden entry. But you soon relaxed so that he could start rocking his hips, thrusting in and out of you at a slow pace.
However, it wasn't long until he had you up against the tile wall, desperately bucking into you while you clung to him for dear life. Lucifer held you at the perfect angle. Hitting you deep and hard, exactly how you liked it, making every thrust more delicious than the last.
"F-Fuck-" He growled into your shoulder. "You feel so fucking good-!"
You gripped his hair in one hand and dug your nails into his back with the other. Speech failed you as you were reduced to mere whimpers and moans as he pounded into you, shaking the tub beneath you. By how hard he was pounding into you, it felt like he was probably going to fuck you through this tile wall and you'd be just fine with that.
"I love you-! Fuck- I love you so much!" He shuddered as he felt himself getting ever closer to his own orgasm. He tightened his grip on your hips and quickened his pace. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!"
Craning your neck, you captured his lips in a hot, messy kiss as he finally reached his own nirvana. He moaned into your mouth, filling your lungs with his pleasure as he filled you to the brim with his hot seed. His entire body shook as he milked out every last drop he had into you. Until he was finally spent and panting.
But he wasn't in a hurry to leave you yet.
You both took a minute to catch your breaths. He laid his forehead against your shoulder as he held you to him. You laid your head on top of his and you ran your fingers through his hair.
Once he found enough strength to move again, he brought you both down into the comfort of the warm water. Lucifer released you, much to your disappointment.
"We might need to run a new bath." Lucifer said with a nervous chuckle. "I think we've ruined this one."
You smiled. That was a bit of an understatement. Most of the water was no longer in the tub and whatever cleaning supplies you had brought in here with you was now strewn across the bathroom floor. Even your poor rubber ducky friend laid abandoned beside the tub.
"I think," You gave a chaste kiss to Lucifer's lips. "You should join me for baths more often."
"As long as I get to pamper my queen. I'd love that~" He said, cupping your cheek in his hand and returning your kiss with a deeper and longer one.
Pairing(s): Seven Virtues' x reader (platonic), Charlie x reader (platonic), Lucifer x reader (platonic), Lilith x reader (platonic)
Genre: Angst/Betrayal
Warning(s): Cursing, lies, betrayal
Notes: FINALLY! I'm sorry this took me forever to post. I was, and still am, dealing with some school stuff. Truthfully it was a little rough trying to get this one out - along with school and work, I am losing motivation to write this. It could be that I burnt myself on Hazbin after reading so many fanfics for days on end until I eventually got tired. I'm still going to be writing this either way, I'd feel bad to suddenly stop out of nowhere. Funny thing is I'll probably feel motivated again once the second season airs. Oh, well. I'll post part five when I can and am able, so please bare with me and hopefully enjoy this long part for the time being. Thank you for your support - I'm really writing this for the ones reading this series and am grateful for your patience.
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"I-Is that. . . my name? W-Why would my name be in Lucifer's court record?".
After learning about the exterminations (Y/N) wasted no time flying to the archangels' castle - her home.
She needed to know if they knew about the exterminations, and if so. . .
No, there's no way.
The Virtues' duty were to help remain peace and order - there's no way they'd be okay with the murdering of sinners.
Still, the fear and pain she felt for Charlie and Sera's betrayal made her impulsive.
So much so, that she flew past the archangels' secretary and burst through the doors of the meeting room where they were discussing important matters.
The archangel's were shocked to see (Y/N), who had just interrupted their meeting, looking completely disheveled and breathing heavily.
This behavior would normally be unacceptable, and if it were any other seraphim or angel they would be scolded and punished depending on severity of the offense.
But this was their little (Y/N), whose never interrupted their meetings without reason (or when she was a curious infant who somehow wandered in).
Michael stood up from his seat and flew over to his distressed daughter, "(Y/n). What's the matter?".
(Y/n) struggled to catch her breath, her mind and heart racing.
Michael placed his hands on her shoulders, "Deep breathes, sweetheart. Try to calm down". He gently cooed at her trying to help her find her breath and calm her nerves.
When (Y/N) had finally caught her breath she looked up at her father staring right into his eyes, "Did you know?".
Michael furrowed his brows confused, "Know what, sweetheart?".
(Y/N) took a deep breath before looking at him with sorrowful eyes, "About the exterminations."
Michael and the other archangels' were even more confused than before, "What exterminations?".
"The exterminations of the human souls in Hell."
The archangels' eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Michael looked down at his daughter with slight sternness, "What do you mean?".
(Y/N) went on to tell them all about what had happened at the trial from Charlie's hotel, Angel Dust, Sera's betrayal, to Adam's threat towards her cousin.
To say the archangels' were pissed would be a gross understatement.
How dare Sera and Adam play God and order such an atrocity right under their noses - and for it to be going on this long!
They were embarrassed to have been so ignorant.
Michael felt very uneasy about (Y/N)'s interaction with the Princess of Hell.
Yes, he had been aware his brother had birthed a child in Hell and hadn't seen an issue of (Y/n) of knowing as he was confident the two would never meet.
Well, that back fired horribly.
He couldn't discuss that with (Y/N) right now because, other than letting curiosity get the better of her once again, she hadn't done anything wrong.
She was clearly out of sorts with worry. She didn't need anything else but reassurance and comfort.
"Thank you for telling us. Don't worry, we'll be sure to handle this," Michael said trying to comfort his daughter.
"B-But, Charlie," (Y/N)'s breathing spiked, "A-Adam threatened t-to, to!". Tears flowed down to her red cheeks, her eyes red and puffy.
Michael gently shushed her wiping her tears, "Calm down, sweetie. We'll handle everything, especially Adam. Just go to your room and try to relax. I'll tell the staff to get you some tea."
(Y/N) shook her head, "B-But I need to help Charlie. I-I need to do something -,"
"No." Michael's tone was stern but gentle. "This is for the higher ranking angels to handle and you're too emotional right now to think clearly. Let us take care of this."
"Listen to your father, (N/N)." Azrael said his grin more menacing than usual. "And don't fret over Adam, we'll make sure to deal with him personally."
The other archangels' agreed without question. Adam wouldn't get away with making their precious niece cry.
(Y/N) realized her father was right, she was too emotional right now.
She was in no condition to deal with this as she was.
After saying goodbye to her family, (Y/N) went to her room to try and calm down.
Feeling completely exhausted and emotionally drained, (Y/N) passed out the second her head hit her pillow.
The next day (Y/N) woke up later than usual and saw a note on her beside table.
It was from her father telling her not to worry about her duties that day and to just rest.
(Y/N) was grateful to her father, but she was so restless about the trial and the upcoming extermination.
She got ready for the day and went down into the courts archives.
Maybe there was something she could use in the courts records to help Charlie.
Since she was a stenographer, a seraphim, and Michael's daughter no one questioned her being there.
In fact, many of the simps angels there were more than happy to help her.
(Y/N) declined most of their help, not wanting to garner unnecessary attention to what she was looking for or why.
She continued doing this for days making sure to cover her tracks so her father and uncles didn't catch wind of her little excursions.
Which was why most of them were in the dead of night.
She hadn't heard a word of what her father or uncles' were going to do about the exterminations.
But the times she's seen Adam and Lute, the two were still their cocky and douchey selves.
So, she knew the extermination was still on.
Why?
Why haven't the archangels' done anything yet?
What were they waiting for?
A small part of her wondered if they ended up agreeing with Sera and Adam and wanted to keep the exterminations on, but she quickly pushed those thoughts aside.
The archangels' duty was to follow the laws of Heaven, and the exterminations clearly went against that.
There's no way they'd be okay with keeping it going.
Still. . . they weren't working fast enough.
The month was almost over.
So, she continued researching wanting to find anything that would prove Sera and Adam wrong about Hell and prove Charlie's hotel worked or could work.
One night while everyone had turned in, (Y/N) snuck into the ancient archives - court records that dated over billions of years ago.
Maybe there was something in the older court records she could use.
She spent hours going through file after file, pulling out possible references to use, and making piles based on the dates.
The long hours started to get to her, the bags under her eyes more prominent with each passing minute.
Without realizing, her eyes lids shut and she slowly drifted to the side accidently knocking over a large pile she hadn't checked yet.
*THUD*
The sound of the falling files scared her awake.
"Oh shit!"
(Y/N) rubbed her eyes awake before going over to the scattered files. She really hoped no one had heard that thud.
As she was gathering all of the loose documents, there was one file folder that caught her eye. Labeled on the tab was 'Morningstar vs Heaven'.
Morningstar? That was Charlie's last name but this file was in one of the older court piles meaning this file was about -
"Lucifer. . .".
She's never read her uncle's trial record before. . . but if he was anything like Charlie then maybe there was something in those documents that could help her prove her cousin's dreams and beliefs.
After all, it was because of Lucifer's desire and dreams to show humanity free will that gifted humans the ability to dream and choose to be better.
She knew her father would frown at her view on Lucifer, but she had always thought there might have been some merit behind her uncle's choices.
She started to collect the documents, sometimes glancing over certain parts that caught her attention. However, as she was going through the files she saw something in one of the documents that she had never expected to see.
"I-Is that. . . my name? W-Why would my name be in Lucifer's court record?". (Y/N) bit her lip deciding if she should look through it or not.
In the end she decided to go through with it and read the document. It was probably nothing, just her mind playing tricks on her. She had been up for hours, after all.
However, the moment her eyes scanned through each line her heart dropped into her stomach.
Sera: Take the child.Court angels: (takes the infant (Y/N) Morningstar from the arms of her parents, Lucifer Morningstar and Lilith)
"P-Parents?".
The rest of the documents recounted Lucifer and Lilith's guilty verdict, their sentencing to Hell, and the courts final proceedings.
(Y/N) wanted to refuse everything she had read, wanting to call it all lies.
But stenographers, especially in Heaven, cannot lie when recording. The magic imbedded within the typewriter wouldn't allow it.
Still, it just couldn't be true. . . Maybe this was another (Y/N), one she's never met. There was no way it was talking about her.
However, before (Y/N) could attempt to convince herself even more she noticed one final document lying on the floor. She recognized what kind of document it was immediately.
It was a Heavenly Ordinance.
She slowly reached for the golden paper and started to read it.
"By Heavenly decree, it is now ordered that all residents, and new ones to come, are forbidden from tempting humanity or breaking Heaven's rules. All residents must obey and turn from all misguided thoughts, dreams, and or endeavors. All violators will receive punishment. It is also ordered that the Heavenborn seraphim, (Y/N) Morningstar, is now under the care of the Seven Virtues; specifically Archangel Michael Demiugros. The infant's name will be changed to (Y/N) Demiugros. The child will have no connection to Lucifer Morningstar and Lilith, and will be told Michael Demiugros is her father/parent who crafted her from stardust. All Heavenly residents aware of the child's true lineage are forbidden from speaking on the matter. All violators will be punished severely."
(Y/N) felt like she couldn't breath.
Her hands were shaking, her heart pounding in her chest.
Oh, God.
She wanted to deny it and believe all of this was some sick prank.
But even she knew no one in Heaven would dare fake writing a Heavenly Ordinance, let alone play such a cruel prank or joke.
Besides, the Heavenly Seal at the bottom of the document was proof of its authenticity.
Heaven would never allow a fake to be placed with the court records.
It took a while for her to calm down.
Looking at the clock mounted on the wall, she saw how late it was.
The court angels who had the early morning shift would be here in two hours.
Wiping the tears that had gathered in her eyes, she used her magic to help clean up her mess and put all of the documents back into their original places - except for one.
When she started to put Lucifer's file away, she stared at the ordinance.
She paused for a moment before folding it up and shoving it into her pocket.
After everything was put away (Y/N) went back to her room with her mind buzzing and heart racing.
She woke up five hours later to the sound of her alarm.
She felt absolutely exhausted.
At first she thought it had all been a dream, a really bad dream.
But when she checked her pockets and pulled out the folded up golden paper, she knew it wasn't.
She was heartbroken.
The feeling of betrayal and hurt plaguing her soul.
Why?
Why did they lie to her?
Why did they do all of this?
Now everything made sense.
Why she was so restricted from practically everything.
Why everyone in her family kept her so close and away from any of the higher seraphim duties.
Why she really looked like Lilith. . .
To top it all off, the person she had believed to be her father this whole time was actually her uncle.
She truly didn't know how to feel, and she wondered if Charlie knew.
Probably not given how shocked the Hellborn had been to hear she had a 'cousin'.
Though, now she knew why she felt such a strong connection to Charlie.
They were sisters.
And if Charlie hadn't known about her, she doubted Lucifer or Lilith did.
She wondered what else Heaven has lied to her about.
. . . Did they even love her?
If she really was the spawn of the ones who damned humanity, did they only keep her for their own benefit?
Have they actually hated her this entire time?
These thoughts brought tears to her eyes.
The rest of the day as she continued on with her duties, she thought back to her family and her newly discovered ones.
Whenever she interacted with her family in Heaven, she did her best to keep up appearances.
There was no way to tell what would happen if they found out what she knew.
So, she decided to bite her tongue.
No matter how much she wanted to scream and cry.
She wondered if they were even going to do anything about the exterminations.
She was starting to doubt it since she hadn't heard anything new; though, would they even tell her?
And Adam and Lute were as smug as ever.
That made her angelic blood boil.
Did they really hate Lucifer, Charlie, her, and sinners so much that they would allow this atrocity to continue?
Even though it went against everything Heaven stood for?!
No.
(Y/N) wouldn't stand for this.
If she was going to help Charlie, she would have to take matters into her own hands.
Luckily, Michael and her other uncles' taught her basic combat.
Hopefully that would at least help her fed off a few exorcists.
The next few days leading up to the extermination, (Y/N) secretly stole some angelic armor and weapons.
She eavesdropped on Adam and Lute trying to find out their plans and the exact time of the extermination.
She even continued to gather information for Charlie to help prove her hotel could work.
She acted as she usually did in front of others to avoid suspicion.
She planned to sneak out the night before the extermination to help Charlie and her hotel prepare for the fight.
She was a little nervous about seeing her newly discovered sister, and possibly her biological father, but she knew she would have to suck it up and wait until after the battle was over.
The morning before the extermination, (Y/N) felt more than prepared - she had everything she needed before tonight.
Everything was going according to plan.
"What seems to be the problem here?" Michael asked the court angel who seemed to be a bit out of sorts.
"W-Well, sir, there seems to be a document missing from one of the court records".
Michael rose a brow, "Okay? Which records?".
"U-Um. . . one of the ancient records, sir."
'Ancient records?'
Michael's brows furrowed - why would a document be missing from one of the oldest records in Heaven? Hardly anyone uses or reads them. They're mainly there as historical records now.
"Strange. . . Which record was it then?"
The court angel gulped, "U-Um. . , i-it-"
Michael glared slightly annoyed, "Just say it!"
"I-It was from Lucifer Morningstar's, s-sir!"
Michael's eyes widened, "Lucifer's?"
"Y-Yes, sir. We noticed some of the court records had been a little out of place the past couple of days, but thought nothing of it as everything was neatly put back. But this morning one of the court angel's found a feather between Lucifer's record, and when they opened it they saw one of the documents inside was missing."
Michael frowned, "Which document?"
". . . The Heavenly Ordinance, sir."
'The Heavenly Ordinance? Why. . . Why would anyone take that?'
"This was the feather that was found inside the court record."
The court angel presented Michael a singular feather. It was beautiful and the design looked very familiar -
Michael's breath hitched as he looked closely at the feather. He snatched the feather out of the court angel's hand looking at it even closer.
'No, no, no - it can't be!'
Without another word Michael flew out of the room leaving very confused and concerned court angels'.
'There's no way! She cannot possibly know!'
Lost in his own frantic thoughts, Michael failed to notice a certain archangel in his path, and proceeded to crash right into him.
"Woah, Michael! What's the rush?" Azrael asked wincing from the impact.
Michael looked at his brother, fear in his eyes, "Azrael. I-It's terrible. . . (Y-Y/N). . . S-She-"
"(Y/N)? Did something happen to her?" Azrael asked worried. He's never been his brother so distressed before.
"S-She. . . She knows."
Azrael furrowed his brows, "'Knows?' Knows, what?"
"About Lucifer. . . the truth about Lucifer and Lilith."
Michael proceeded to tell Azrael the events that happened taken place in the courts archives.
"That's strange," Azrael hummed. "Just as strange as the report I just got that some angelic armor and weapons are missing."
Azrael saw Michael's expression morph into one of absolute horror and waved his hands trying to dismiss his brother's thoughts, "But it could all just be a coincidence!".
Placing his hands onto Michael's shoulders, Azrael looked into his eyes, "Michael. You know (Y/N). As curious as she is, she's not reckless or stupid. She knows her place in Heaven and wouldn't dare ruin that. Have more faith - after all, you are the one who raised her."
Michael calmed his nerves as he listened to his brother's advice. He's right. (Y/N) was raised right and she would never do something that would jeopardize her place in Heaven. Someone else had to have misplaced the document, armor, and weapons.
. . . Still. . .
He couldn't shake off the ugly feeling in his gut.
Hours had passed and it was now late into the night.
To everyone around her (Y/N) was her normal graceful, polite, and dutiful self.
Almost like she hadn't been stressed out the entire month worrying for her cousin, who she recently discovered was actually her sister, and finding out her entire life has been a total lie.
She really played the part of the obedient seraphim quite well.
But right now, she was anything but.
Right now she was the sleep deprived heartbroken, scorned girl who no longer knew who she was or who she could trust here.
But, she was going to find out.
While the rest of the castle was asleep, (Y/N) changed from her night gown into light but durable angelic armor.
She wore her long blonde hair in a high ponytail and carried a long angelic spear on her back (along with a few angelic daggers and a whip on her hips).
Once ready, she quietly unlocked her balcony door trying to make as little noise as possible.
She could feel her nerves shake.
She's never been in a real fight before.
She knew what she was doing was dangerous; and if found out, could lead her into a world of trouble.
Looking back behind her she glanced over her room.
Her eyes landing on a picture frame found sitting on her vanity.
It had a photo of when she was little.
In it she was hugging Michael with her favorite duck plushie in her arms.
They both had such big smiles.
Sadness filled her heart as tears pricked her eyes.
Had it all been a lie?
Well. . . either way, she would find out later.
Charlie needed her right now.
She smiled sadly at the duck plushie laying in her bed silently wishing for luck.
Steeling her nerves, (Y/N) internally prepared herself for the battle ahead.
What she wasn't prepared for was to come face to face with Michael the moment she turned around.
