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Charlie blinked in shock, as she looked up into the face of her father, Lucifer, smiling down at her as he held her in his arms.
"Dad?"
"I'm sorry I'm late, Char-Char."
Below, Adam had been sent through the roof of the Hotel, crashing into the first floor. With a roar of anger and frustration, he flew to the surface, breaking another hole in the ceiling upon his exit.
"Alright, how many of your pets do I have to... Lucifer?"
The Sin of Pride smiled smugly at Adam before looking back at his daughter.
"Don't worry, Duckling, this won't take long." Fluttering down to the roof, he gently set her down before looking back at Adam... and blinking in surprise at the amused look on his face. Lucifer was ready to deliver a one-liner he'd spent years planning for, but before he could respond, he was cut off by Adam's... laughter.
"Heh... hahaha... HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
The First Man's laughter echoed across the battlefield, drawing looks of confusion and fear from both the Exorcists and the Sinners. Even Lute and Vaggie paused in their efforts to gut the other to turn and look in surprise at the Father of Mankind.
"Uhhh... you OK big guy?" Lucifer asked, confusion written all over his face. There were a lot of feelings his presence would invoke in his enemies. Humour definitely wasn't one of them, least of all from Adam.
"Oh, I'm just fucking peachy Old Scratch!" Adam calmed down to look down at Lucifer in amusement. "So, finally remembered you have a daughter, huh? Only took you, what, a couple of decades to remember to visit her?"
Lucifer growled in frustration, ready to respond in kind, before Adam raised his hand in a stopping motion.
"Listen Old Scratch, whatever shitty one-liner you think was gonna get a reaction from me, save it. Your fight isn't with me."
Lucifer sneered as he took to the air, bringing himself to Adam's level.
"Oh? Too scared to take on a higher being, are you?"
"Pfft. Please, much as I'd love to rip off a few of your wings... someone else has called dibs on that privilege."
"Oh? And just who do you think will-"
A blinding flash of light flew at breakneck speed at Lucifer, and suddenly he felt a fist slamming into his face and sending him rocketing to the ground below. But where Adam's fall merely ruined the furniture, Lucifer's crash landing shattered the very foundations of the Hotel, causing the building to collapse in on itself. Lute, knowing exactly who this was, ditched fighting Vaggie and took to the skies, flying up beside Adam.
No longer threatened by her old captain, Vaggie rushed to Charlie's side, grabbing her as she flew them both off the hotel roof, landing on the ground below as the crumbling Hotel raised a cloud of dust. Confused and alarmed, the Hazbins gathered around the Princess of Hell, while the cannibal sinners watched in confusion as the Exorcists took off, flying into the air to join their General.
In the Vees Tower, the trio of Overlords watching the fight unfold, looked in shock at the figure of the new arrival.
"Oh fuck me..." Velvette whispered.
"Is that who I think it is?" Valentino looked on in shock at the figure he'd seen etched in stained glass as a child. The images didn't do him justice.
"Oh, this is gonna be good." Vox watched the chaos unfolding with manic glee, as he fought the surge of fear rising in his very soul.
"Is everyone alright!?" Charlie called out frantically, holding on to Vaggie as they tried to regroup with the others in the massive cloud of dust and debris.
"We're alright, toots." Angel called out as they soon gathered around the broken 'H' from the hotel sign. As the dust began to clear, the group looked up to see Adam hovering lazily just ahead, a smug look on his face... and the new arrival floating just beside him.
Charlie was shocked. The new angel was a six-winged Seraphim, like Sera and her father, but so unlike both. For starters, he was tall. Much taller than her father, and just as tall as Sera, but more than that, he was muscular. Both Sera and her father were on the skinnier side, while this one was rippling with cords of lean musculature, hidden beneath a set of shining silver armour, engraved with the image of a winged sword, worn over a blue tunic while a longsword hung in it's scabbard around his waist. His features were refined, and from his head grew a mop of curly blonde hair, hanging around his ears.
He was quite possibly the most gorgeous figure to ever arrive in Hell... which made him all the more terrifying when you beheld the look of pure, unbridled rage simmering on his face. Looking into his steel blue eyes... Charlie felt fear like never before crawling up her spine. And to her shock, Vaggie was shaking as she stared at the newcomer.
"Vaggie? Do you know who this is?" Charlie asked, hopeful there might be some way to get this situation under control.
"M...m...Michael..." Vaggie's response came as a breathless whisper, feeling the air leave her lungs.
"Vaggie? Please tell me you didn't say 'Michael.'" Angel turned to her with a desperate, pleading look on his face. "Please tell me that's not the Taxiarch."
Vaggie didn't say or do anything for a brief moment... before she dropped her spear and fell to her knees in a kowtow, her body shaking in unbridled terror all the while. As she did this, whatever hope the Hazbins might have felt with the arrival of Lucifer quickly faded to nothing as they realized the full scope of the situation. A handful of cannibals, realizing exactly who had arrived, took the opportunity to drop their weapons and run for their very souls.
Charlie, all the while, was trying to process this. Her father never really spoke of Heaven or the other angels, so she had to go with what she'd heard from the sinners.
Michael, the Taxiarch. The Prince of the Heavenly Host. The Sword of God. And, if the stories the sinners told were accurate, the one who cast her father out of Heaven, and banished him to Hell.
"Well, it was fun while it lasted..." Husk grumbled, resigned to his fate.
Michael turned his head towards the Hazbins, who flinched in response, while Vaggie, still bowing before the Taxiarch, shook violently with fear as she felt his eyes narrow in anger.
"When Adam de-winged you, Deserter, it was an act of mercy." Michael's baritone voice sent chills down Charlie's spine, suppressing her desire to speak out in defence of her girlfriend. "I will not be so forgiving, Betrayer."
As he said this, a rumbling came from the broken remains of the Hazbin Hotel, and Lucifer shot out of the wreckage, his full demonic power on display as he surged into the air with a roar of anger and power.
"ALRIGHT!!! WHO HAS THE..." His voice trailed off as he recognized one of his siblings, realizing he had well and truly fucked up. "...balls."
"Hello, brother."
Charlie winced at Michael's words. His voice held no brotherly affection. Only venom laced with anger. Even Lucifer seemed to fear him, his horns retracting as his demonic fire faded.
"H-Hey, Michael! How, uh... how have you been?"
The Hazbins cringed at Lucifer's words, watching in fear and fascination the confrontation between two figures of legend... and Lucifer was treating it like an awkward reunion. While Adam seemed entertained by this, Michael was utterly unphased.
"You can't hide behind Sera's skirts anymore, brother." Michael drew his sword, shining in the light as it had been polished to a mirror sheen.
"Oh come on, Michael. We're brothers! There's no need for this to... get out of hand." Lucifer was smiling sheepishly, trying to think of something to save his ass. He felt a faint glimmer of hope as Michael seemed thoughtful at his words. But before he could press his maybe-advantage, Michael replied.
"You're right, Lucifer, there's no need for this to get out of hand... Which is why I'm going to do what I should have done ten thousand years ago."
With blinding speed, Michael charged Lucifer, his sword raised high, and fell on his fallen brother in all his wrathful glory.