Chapter Text
The residents of Hazbin were enjoying a quiet afternoon. Husk was working the bar, Niffty was dealing with roaches, and Vaggie sat behind Charlie, braiding her girlfriend's hair. Lucifer was in the other room, handling a call about a dispute between Mammon and Asmodeus. Alastor was out in Cannibal Town, his whereabouts unknown. Angel was, unfortunately, at work, but was expected back before nightfall for once.
Husk glanced up at the muted television. "Hey, guys, you might want to see this," he called out urgently.
"What's up?" Charlie asked, looking over from where she sat with Vaggie.
They gathered around to see a 666 news alert displaying a fiery "meteor" hurtling towards the center of Pentagram City. Sinners were swarming towards the chaos, eager to witness the spectacle.
"Hey, dad?" Charlie called, thinking her father should see what was happening.
Lucifer walked in and froze in horror when he saw the screen. "Oh, shit," he muttered quietly.
"Dad?" Charlie prompted. Lucifer took a deep breath. "That's not a meteor; it's an angel falling from heaven."
Charlie's heart sank. "We need to go there, now!" she urged, knowing their help could be crucial.
Racing through the streets, they arrived just in time to witness the fiery object crash into the ground. To their astonishment, it was not just one angel, but two.
The smaller figure had been desperately trying to slow their descent, her feathers smoking from the heat. The taller figure had shielded her companion with her body and was now glaring fiercely at anyone who dared approach.
For Lucifer, the sight stirred memories long buried . As he approached the crater, he felt a painful echo of his own fall from grace alongside his ex-wife, Lilith.
"Lilith..." Lucifer's voice trailed off, his gaze distant as he remembered their shared descent into Hell. He glared at the sinners who were approaching the crater, eyeing the angels like fresh prey.
With a surge of raw emotion, he shed his human guise, revealing his true demon form. His aura radiated power and authority.
"Stand back, you vultures!" Lucifer roared, his voice echoing across the desolate landscape. "These are not toys for your amusement!"
The onlooking demons scattered in fear at the sight of Lucifer’s demonic form.
Charlie, who had been slowly making her way to the edge of the crater, looked over the side and gasped. "Holy shit. That’s Emily!"
Hearing her name, the seraphim looked up. "Charlie! Oh, thank goodness!"
“I’m coming down, alright?” Lucifer said, recalling Charlie’s story about her seraphim friend. Emily nodded. “Wait here,” Lucifer warned the others, his voice commanding yet tinged with concern.
With a powerful leap, he soared through the air, landing gracefully in the crater beside the angels.
Lucifer landed beside the fallen seraphim and her companion, his wings spread protectively to shield them. "Are you both alright?" he inquired, his tone softened with genuine concern. Emily affirmed, "I'm okay, but Molly..."
"I'm fine," Molly interrupted.
"Sweetie, please let them help," Emily implored, gently taking Molly's hand. The spider-eyed girl regarded Lucifer with distrust, though her wavering stance betrayed her pain.
"You know these girls?" Husk asked Vaggie from where they stood around the crater.
Vaggie nodded. “Yeah. Emily’s the seraphim who supported the Hotel in court.”
“Who’s the other one?” Niffty asked.
“I don’t know,” Vaggie admitted.
“Dad? Is it safe?” Charlie asked. Lucifer nodded to his daughter, gesturing for her to join them.
“Okay. I’m heading down there. Vaggie, take everyone else back to the hotel and get the place ready,” Charlie ordered, and the group reluctantly agreed.
Without hesitation, Charlie rushed over to Emily, embracing her warmly. The pair began talking quickly. Emily attempted to pull Molly closer, but the spider humanoid stumbled despite her four legs.
"Ow. Fuck" Molly cursed, her discomfort evident.
“Oh my gosh, Molly, I’m so sorry! I forgot about your wings!” Emily squeaked, apologizing frantically. Molly offered her girlfriend a pained smile.
“It’s alright doll.”
“Wait. What about your wings?” Lucifer asked urgently. He had noticed Molly's distinct lack of wings but assumed she was keeping them hidden.
Emily answered for her girlfriend. “Sera removed them.”
“Why would she do that?” Charlie said with a gasp. Molly's face contorted into a grimace.
“I, uh, may have told her that if she was kickin' Emily out of heaven, she might as well kick me too, because I'd rather be in hell than stay with a bunch of fuckin' hypocrites.”
A chuckle broke the tension. Lucifer grinned at Molly.
“You said that to Sera?” Molly nodded, looking down. Emily huffed.
“She sure did. And she got her wings sliced off as punishment.”
“Well, that was quite a ballsy move. And that’s coming from the angel who gave free will to humans. Consider me impressed, Mary,” Lucifer said.
“It’s Molly,” she corrected.
“Ah, noted. Anyways, if you grab my arm, I can heal those gashes up real quick,” Lucifer offered. Molly raised an eyebrow.
“Seriously?” Lucifer shrugged.
“Yeah. No big deal.” Molly hesitated before grabbing his arm. She gasped and doubled over as golden light flowed through her arm and up into her back, magically stitching closed the wounds. She hadn't realized how painful they truly were until they were gone.
"Thank you, Lucifer," she said bowing down towards the king .
The king nodded awkwardly and formed a portal gesturing for them to go inside.
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The group spent the rest of the afternoon showing Molly and Emily around, mostly lead by Charlie, and then discussing the activities they would participate in. Lucifer had to leave to attend to other duties but he promised to return soon to show the girls around other parts of the city
“Oh and you need to meet Angel and Alastor!” Charlie squealed
“There’s a sinner named Angel?” Molly asked with a laugh. Emily nodded
“Oh I remember him! He was the one we watched live at that club during the trial!”
“Wait what?” Husk asked “you didn’t tell us bout no live video.” He accused. Charlie shifted awkwardly
“um yeah about that…” she was interrupted by a loud door slam
Angel limped into the hotel lobby, clutching his lower back in pain.
"Damn it," he muttered under his breath, frustration evident in his voice. "Fuck. Val made me redo a scene seven times because those idiots couldn't get it right. Hey, Husk, could I—"
His sentence was cut short as he froze, his gaze fixed on the figure of the other spider humanoid.