Written for a younger friend who loves Hazbin Hotel, and in particular the angel characters. I confess I'd never heard of this show (I'm old)! and had to binge-watch all the episodes before writing this. I thought I'd share it on here, assuming fics of this sort of genre are permitted?
HH is an adults-only animation and all characters depicted here are over the age of 18.
"The deal was done."
Lute sighed as she gazed at herself in the mirror.
"That fucking bitch is going to pay for the damage she's caused."
Oh Hell was going to pay all right. Tears welled up in her eyes. She was missing Adam more than she ever imagined.
As an Exorcist, she prided herself on slaying as many sinners and demons as possible, and her status in Heaven. Together with Adam, they'd been an unbeatable team. Not forgetting how good Adam had been in bed either. Nobody could fuck as good as the First Man. Shit, she missed that huge cock of his.
....
Saint Peter yawned and stretched his wings. Finally his shift was over, and his deputy would shortly be arriving to take over. Another day in Heaven and another load of newly-arrived souls to check in. Damn, his predecessor hadn't been joking when he'd said that being official Gatekeeper was a job for afterlife. After doing it for a millennium, the first Gatekeeper Simon Peter, had quit in order to focus more on being the patron saint of fishermen, bakers and various other things. Which was fair enough. The novelty of being Gatekeeper wore off after a couple of centuries. It was also considered something of a dead-end job amongst the higher ranked members of Heaven, despite being a vital role.
Saint Peter wondered if that was the reason for his lack of a love life. He was just a humble angel who was the patron saint of church choirs. Very amateur choirs. Yes, this was Heaven, where all your greatest hopes and desires were realised -- if you were a deserving soul. For Heavenborns, it was a bit more complicated. You had the same issues as the living down on Earth. There was a class system here.
Despite his smiley, confident exterior as a meeter-greeter, the angel was painfully shy when it came to chatting up guys or girls he was attracted to. Everyone in Heaven was hot, as the song went. But no-one had ever asked him out. It didn't help that he'd developed a raging crush on someone completely out of his league -- Lute. He'd always had a thing for dominant types. And they didn't come much more dominant than her. Lute was fierce at the best of times, and had been the only one who truly seemed to be a match for the now-deceased Adam.
...
Lute's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.
"What the fuck do you want, you irritating little twink?" she snapped, noticing Saint Peter stood there.
Truly, she says the sweetest things when she's angry, he thought. The feathers on his wings fluffed up, as always happened when he was embarrassed. "Hey there Lute. Umm, I just thought I'd stopped by and wondered if..."
"Look, how many more times, I'm not interested in attending one of your shitty organ recitals! Go fuck a nun..."
"Um, actually I play the French horn. Organs are more Saint Cecilia's thing."
Lute rolled her eyes.
"Er, that's not why I'm here. I...just wondered if you were okay. Well er, you've been kinda down recently..." he fiddled nervously with his fingers. "So...I."
"Do I look okay? After what Lucifer and his damned brethren did to Adam?" She pointed to the stump of her left arm. "And this?"
"Um." Saint Peter gazed timidly at her, his eyes full of genuine concern. "You're still beautiful."
"What?"
The angel's pale face turned a radiant gold as he blushed.
