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vincey-wincey · 1 month

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hi chat *throws hazbin hotel oc at you and an angel/redemption au*

if yall want lore I can explain in another post

!disclaimer; this guy is not alastor, nor is he 2p alastor, this is an oc that was made before 2p was a thing(I believe). Any comparisons will be deleted 😞

#Hazbin hotel #Hazbin hotel oc #Hazbin hotel redeem au #Redeemed au #HH #art #artist #drawing #oc #angel #Demon #Hazbin hotel art

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hazbin-alastor · 2 months

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AU where Alastor Altruist actually did die for his friends...and was subsequently redeemed.

Can you imagine? Realistically speaking this likely wouldn't happen...but wouldn't it be hilarious if it did?

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aro-in-danyl · 3 months

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Eve Reincarnation!AU

*He/she/they pronouns for Eve

Eve was bored. Heaven's wonders could only entertain her for so long. And she was sick of the pity and condescension.

For all that Lucifer was damned to the hell he created for his actions, he at least had Lilith with him to bare the burden.

She was not so lucky. Adam would sooner die a second death than take accountability. And the angels regarded her alone with mixed pity and suspicion.

Adam thrived in heaven, but it stifled her like nothing else. Eternal peace was stagnant; she missed Earth and eagerly watched the planet and her descendents antics with curiosity.

It was her who first put forth the idea of reincarnation. But Sera, bewildered by her desire to leave heaven and wary of having her alive after her first fuckup (honestly, eat one fruit and they never let you forget it!), dismissed her.

It was just her luck that Adam, who ran his mouth faster than his brain could keep up, bragged about getting the Seraphim to agree to his yearly hell extermination where her request had been rejected.

And wasn't it just grand that it was supposed to be a secret? Wouldn't it be a shame for that to get out, right, Sera?

Her reincarnation request was approved. She was the first and only soul to be granted this. Per her request, heaven would be barred from viewing or interfering with her new life.

And it was wonderful! They had a new life, a new name, a new gender! And no one to hold them back and say 'remember the apple, Eve?'

Then they died. And back to heaven they went, unknowing of their past life as Eve. Until Sera accousted them before they'd even made it through the gate.

Sera conjured a glowing white apple and offered it to them. Their curiosity had followed them to this next life so they accepted and the Seraphim smiled sardonically and said, 'Welcome back Eve.'

But they. weren't. EVE! Not anymore. Or at least they were not JUST eve.

But being the only soul to reincarnate, the angels just didn't understand that. Nor would Sera care to, she allowed Adam and Eve's requests only if she could ignore the consequences.

The human who once was Eve, decided to reincarnate again. Anything to escape their dreary eternity in heaven.

And then he died. And Sera offered him the apple, said, 'Welcome back Eve' and on and on the cycle continued.

He tried to lead his next few lifetimes into sin, maybe in hell they'd get at least some of the excitement she'd loved from Earth.

She had no clue how she kept getting into heaven. Over the course of several different lives, they'd committed all sorts of sins. And yet it never stuck.

So they struck a deal, and in his next life, she finally got what she'd been craving.

Eternal Entertainment.

Welcome to hell, Alastor.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel eve #hazbin eve #hazbin hotel sera #seraphim #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor #hazbin hotel au #fic ideas #hazbin hotel prompt #this would not leave my brain until I wrote it down #this will definitely not be canon but its so fun #explaining Alastors beef with every single man he's ever encountered ever #would the adam v alastor fight count as domestic violence in this AU?#Adam has some redeeming qualities but only lute can see them #Alastor is Eve but he's also himself #reincarnation is complicated #not me paralleing Adam v Eve's ascension to heaven to Lilith v Lucifer's reaction to their fall #amnesiac eve #alastor has no clue he was eve #wouldn't it be a shame if Sera clocked him immediately if she were to ever visit Hell #Eve wanting the chaos of hell and Lilith chilling in heaven #both made some sort of deal to get there #I wonder how that'll work out for them >:)#yes alastor is still aroace so was eve in this AU #Feel free to take those implications and run Adam through like Nifty did :D #can you tell that I actually DO like sera as a character?#I'm so mean to her #I'm headcanoning Eve as POC #I refuse to let all 3 of the first humans be white

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vii-doodles · 3 days

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Heaven Au Radiostatic ✨ aka angelic redesigns :D I had so much fun figuring out what I wanted them to look like and after sitting in this idea for over 2 weeks I can finally say that I'm about 80% happy with the designs haha

#Ofc I do not believe that either of those two psychopaths are redeemable in any form so pls just take it as fun and games thanks #myart #fan art #fanart #My redesigns #hazbin hotel vox #Alastor #Vox #Radiostatic #hazbin hotel alastor #Hazbin hotel #Angelic vox #Angelic alastor #Angelic redesign #Vii's Angelic Au

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seas-storyarchive · 2 months

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redeemed rosie - au

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Rosie, hell born, was redeemed. This was.. a shock.

"How did this happen?" Charlie asked Emily, after they broke the news during a monthly meeting. The woman was a murderous cannibal. So, how the hell!?

"We have a theory." Sir Pentious said, looking from Charlie to the woman.

"The whole system of Heaven is getting a closer look. Those in the seventh and eigth rings are looking over all records, of those in both Heaven and Hell." Emily said, before looking at Rosie. "Well, congratulations, miss Rosie. You made the cut."

"I'm sssure thisss isss a sssshock, missss. I've made ssssure with thosssse on high that you'll have time to get your affairsssss in order." Oh, how kind of him.

"What if I don't want to go?" Rosie was.. oh goodness, this was a shock to her.

Emily shook her head. "This isn't negotiable, ma'am. We," whe gestured to herself and Sir Pentious, "didn't choose, and you can't get out of it."

Well shit. Rosie sighed. "Alright, alright. I'll.." she paused. "I'll get started."

It took about three weeks, sadly, for those affairs to be in order. Organizing her leave from Cannibal Town, passing off her shop, and saying goodbye to her people - it was hard, although Susan's apearance made it just a tad easier. Oh how she'd miss that "ornery old bitch", as Alastor called her.

Oh.. oh Alastor..

Rosie moved into the hotel, finding out that the news had already spread.

"Congrats on da redemption, toots." Angel raised a glass to her.

"We'll miss you!" Niffy had climbed up her dress, holding her around the neck tightly while crying.

"Oh Niffty, tears don't suit that sweet face, little one." Niffty was cradled by Rosie who wiped her tears.

Husk took Niffty back, looking at her with a sad expression. "See you, eventually."

The hotel shook - oh, you thought Alastor was downstairs and saying goodbye? Nope. In his room throwing a tantrum. That shook the building.

Yup, that was what Husk was afraid of.

"He sounds so sad." Niffty said, looking up the stairs.

He's grieving, Lucifer recognized the pain in the roars - having made many of the same noises when Lilith finally left with Charlie.

"Give him a bit." Lucifer said to them.

"He's out of time!" Charlie snapped. "He's got.. I don't know, 12 hours! He should be down here!"

"Charlotte, doll.." Rosie's voice was heavy. "I.. I think I should go to bed." She smiled. "It's.. been a day."

"Oh, okay Rosie." Charlie said to her. "Uh, call if you need anything."

"Thank you dearie." Rosie said, before leaving up the stairs. Why not use the elevator? She needed to think.

Her mind had been so scrambled, she admitted to herself as she walked about the third floor to her room. 333, funny, really. That holy number. Rosie supposed she'd get used to seeing that eventually.

She entered her room, and closed the door. It was quiet, eerily.

"I know that your in here, Al." She said, her voice shaky as she removed her coat, hanging it up. Seeing the red coat opposite to the hook she was placing her coat on.

Taking her eyes off the coat, to her room, she saw the chair now played host to a man with red deer features, his shadow moving about on the floor. Who seemed to be busying himself with something on the coffee table. Upon walking to it, there was a large bottle of whiskey - huh, unopened, such control with his favorite drink - and two glasses.

"Apologies for not going downstairs." Alastor said, pouring the glasses.

Anger filled Rosie first. "Why weren't you? Look, I know that you're hurting, but that doesn't mean that you get to not say anything!"

Alastor looked up at her, something in his eyes made her stop talking. "I am sorry, Rosie." Apparently he internally said fuck it, and downed some whiskey, before continuing. "I didn't want you to see me and decide this.. thing wasn't for you "

"It's non-negotiable." Rosie said, taking a glass and drinking it as well. "I don't have a choice."

As Alastor poured another glass for himself, snorted.

After another drink, she looked at him curiously and angrily as he put the bottle down. "What?"

"The fact that going to Heaven is a non-negotiable, what a bit of dribble." Alastor said, taking a long drink of his glass.

"I'd say more than a bit." Rosie said, taking another drink. When she finished, she looked at him. "Why are you here?"

Alastor sighed, his glass was empty again, and pulling the bottle up and drinking from it. Long and quick, before he said, "isn't it obvious, I enjoy small talk-"

"Shut your mouth." Rosie took the bottle, taking a swig herself - it's one of her last times with her friend, might as well indulge a bit. She set the bottle back down. "We heard your tantrum from downstairs. You know you'll miss me. Hell, I'll miss you, Alastor!"

He kissed her, having jumped from his seat and kissed her. Rosie pulled him against her, gripping his hair in one hand and shirt in the other.

"Don't leave." Rosie said, against his lips.

"That's," he kissed her again, "supposed to be my line."

"I meant tonight you adorable idiot." Rosie kissed him harder, tasting rye, tasting the flesh of whatever he'd last eaten, tasting him.

"I wasn't planning to." Alastor said, letting her pull him back over her. Wrapping his arms around her for their final embrace. That was all he wanted tonight.

The next morning, it was time for Rosie to go.

Rosie said her goodbyes to everyone - making them all promise to look after Alastor for her.

Their hugs were tearful - Angel didn't know the woman too well but he was upset she was leaving, Husk was losing a good friend, and Niffty was screaming from the top of her lungs. The only partial goodbye was Lucifer.

When they piled into the limo, Alastor accompanied them - being Rosie, himself, Charlie and Vaggie - glued to Rosie's side.

They rode and walked into the builing in silence, Charlie on one side of Rosie, Vaggie on Charlie's other side, and Alastor on Rosie's other side.

When they reached the light that was a pillar to take Rosie to the top, it was time.

"Oh Rosie!" Charlie hugged the woman, who she had learned so much from, holding her tight.

"Hey, hey." Rosie held Charlie, shushing her before they pulled back and she cupped her face. "Where's that strong princess? Hm?" She wiped the tears from Charlie's face.

"I'm gonna miss you!" Charlie said, still crying.

"Oh dearie." Rosie kissed her forehead. "You'll be fine, trust me. You got moxie, a strong heart, and good friends." A smile crossed her lips. "I look forward to hearing about all you've been doing down here." She let her go, and passed her treasured cane with a skull to her.

Charlie looked at it, and then to her.

"Something tells me that you'll make good use of this, darling. Keep your head and sporits up, Princess. You'll be great." Rosie smiled to Charlie as she backed up towards Vaggie, who put her arms on Charlie's shoulders.

"Take care of her, alright? She's gonna need you." Rosie said to her. "All of them will."

Vaggie nodded to her with a smile, squeezing Charlie's shoulders. "I- I promise, ma'am. Thank you, for everything." Vaggie's tears fell silently as she looked at the woman, surprised when she was hugged too. They hugged and when they separated, Vaggie smiled again.

Rosie moved back from them to look at Alastor, the man was stone faced save for his eyes. "Alastor.."

His voice came out as a soft croak, "Rosie.."

Who hugged who first, they'll never know. Both holding each other tight, both taking in each other's scents for the final time - him of metal and ink lined book pages, her of roses and vanilla. His tears falling into her hat, hers soaking into his jacket.

When they pulled back - Rosie pulled him into a deep kiss, which surprised him at first, before he relaxed into it. He'd later deny that one of his feet raised and the sight of something moving about under his jacket above the coat tail.

They separated again, their eyes locked together.

"I want you to promise me something, Alastor." Rosie said softly, reaching a hand up to touch his face.

"Anything." Alastor said just as softly, leaning into her hand.

"I want you to try this redemption thing." Rosie said to him. "I want you to promise me that you'll give this a try."

Alastor, after a moment, nodded to her, and quietly saying, "I'll try."

"That's my love." Rosie said softly, giving him another kiss, before fully breaking away, and backing away from him slowly as she said, "look after them, okay, Alastor? Let them in, let yourself heal."

Alastor nodded, his claws running across the sleeves of her dress but not catching as much as he desired to. "I.. I love you." He said, finding his voice, when it was just their hands connected now.

"I love you too, my dear deer." Rosie said, letting go of his hands, letting them run along each other as she stepped into the pillar of light.

And soon, she was gone.

Vaggie looked from Charlie, who was wiping her eyes, to Alastor, who was staring at the pillar. Staying quiet, giving the two a moment.

"Guys, we should go home now." Charlie said, after a few minutes of silence.

"I.." Alastor's words died in his throat, before wordlessly following the two.

Charlie was hurting, gripping the cane as she tried to keep it together. Vaggie was sad and trying to find words of comfort. The two were looking from each other to Alastor.

Alastor was stting there, quietly staring at his hands.

"Alastor.." Charlie put a hand on his, only to feel a tear hit it. When Charlie hugged Alastor, the man started to sob.

Vaggie said nothing, just watched, with a sympathetic frown on her face.

Rosie had been given a warm welcome and an apartment in Heaven. A cozy little place. Bedroom, bathroom, living room, small kitchenette. Her favorite feature was a small radio on the counter. When she looked at it, she noticed the dials - 1890, 1900, 1910, 1920, 1930.

Hmm.

She turned it on, and a familiar voice came through the radio.

"Welcome, residents of Big Easy, New Orleans. It's your radio host Alastor, on for another evening shift. Sit back, relax, and let this classic track from Buddy Bolden fill your souls."

An old radio show, but oh it warmed Rosie's soul to hear Alastor.

After a few days, Rosie was walking through a park, seeing a dark skinned woman with a short cut curled afro sitting on a bench. "Pardon me, miss. Is the other half taken, or.."

The woman shook her head, smiling, moving her bag. "Non, miss. You do be feelin' free to sit here, if you'd like."

"Why thank you." Rosie smiled as she sat down, taking in the view of famies in the park. "It's.. sad, really. Seein' kids, up here." And she came from hell, so that was.. saying something.

"That it is." The woman's voice made Rosie turn to her, looking at the families around her, love and loss mixing in her eyes and a frown on her face.

"Hey, turn that frown upside down." Rosie said with a smile, the woman turning to look at her. "A friend of mine, he always used to say, that you're-"

"Never truly dressed without a smile."

The two were surprised, but Rosie told herself it had to be a coincidence. And then, she forgot her manners. Tsk, Alastor had rubbed off on her, it seemed.

"Pardon my manners, miss. My name is Rosie Hunt." She offered a hand to the woman.

The woman smiled at her, taking her hand, "Lenora Dupuis."

D.. Dupuis!?

"Uh, pardon my askin', but um.. are you related to a charmin' fella by the name ah Alastor Dupuis."

Lenora's eyes widened as well. "If he be about six foot, unruly light curls in his hair that he keeps straight'ned, and speaks in a white man's accent for dah radio, than yes. That would be mah son."

Tall, hair that's naturally curly but he straightens it, and a voice made for-

"I.. I know him." Rosie couldn't stop herself, finding that she wasn't alone and that Alastor had family here was - oh she wasn't about to stop talking to this woman.

"You knew mah son?" Lenora wanted to know more. "Where is he? Is he alright?"

Rosie could just hear the record scratching. "Yes, I- I was very close with him. He's alright. Um, he's.. he's in hell." At the heartbroken look on this woman's face, Rosie quickly said, "but he's in a rehabilitation center for sinners that want to come up here!"

That seemed to calm this woman. "So.." she paused. "How did you know my son, miss?"

"Oh, it's.. complicated. I mean! Oh, where to start.." Rosie took a breath. "We were friends for the longest time. And then.. I fell in love with him, somewhere along the line. And.." she sighed. "As I was leaving.."

"Yes, cher?" Lenora asked, with baited breath.

"We kissed. And.. he told me that he loves me." Rosie said. "He loves me, can you believe it?" She asked the woman who would know Alastor best.

Lenora smiled, a wide grin - no where near where Alastor's stretched, but just the same - and it made Rosie smile too. "I do believe it, cher." She laughed. "I do, indeed." She laughed until she cried. "My boy, mon petit faon, he found love."

Rosie waited until Lenora stopped crying, watching as she pulled a tissue from her pocket and dab her eyes.

Maybe this could be a great friendship, between the two - she'd always wanted to know more about Alastor. They could trade stories and such, get to know each other.

Alastor, after a few days, walked out of his room. He was hungry, tired, had a headache. But he still wanted to bring something up to Charlie.

Alastor began, grabbing a serving of macaroni and some meat that looked edible from the fridge, trying to figure out how to work the microwave.

"Hey Al." It was Charlotte, who was smiling at him - before seeing what he was doing. "Oh, here let me help you." She put the dish in a position where it would heat up the most amount of food, started it and the she turned to the man.

"Are you.. um, how are you?"

Alastor sighed. "Honestly? Not in top shape."

Charlie nodded. "I understand." She smiled. "But hey," she put a hand on his, "let's take it one day at a time."

Alastor nodded. "Oh, and um.. I was wondering.." he took a deep breath. Well, now or never.

"Yeah?"

"I was wondering.. how one actually gets this redemption process started."

Charlie's mouth dropped open as the microwave dinged.

"Um.. we'll get started after you eat, okay?" Charlie stepped aside, letting the man get to his food, seeing Vaggie walking by, and saying to Alastor. "Uh, I'll let you eat in peace."

As Alastor tucked in, Charlie pulled Vaggie aside. "Hey, Vaggie.."

"What? Did he say something?" Vaggie summoned her spear.

"No.. he.." she sighed. "He wants to be redeemed."

Vaggie dropped her spear. "Are you sure?"

Charlie nodded to her. "Yes. I think Rosie being redeemed, it changed him. He wants to make that change."

"You're serious?"

Charlie nodded. "Yes."

#redeemed rosie au #hazbin hotel #light radiorose #ofc its radiorose #radiorose #hazbin rosie #hazbin au #hazbin alastor #alastor x rosie

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vylad243 · 2 months

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Vox accidentally gets redeemed/died protecting someone and arriveds at Heaven and because the T.V head was part of his punishment in hell, he gets his head back. Or, some of it--since his favorite animals on earth were red tailed hawks, he shows up with his human face a light brushing of blue colored hawk feathers covering it. He's otherwise the same--ports in the back of his head, hypnotizing eye, blue claws ect.

He immediately asks Sara to send him back. His daughter is down there, his friends, his empire, and he was an overlord. Plus his rival might find another rival, which could not stand! Sara mentions that they need two representatives at the hotel for Heaven, and Vox could do that if he wants too. Vox sign up immediately, as Sir Pentious.

Alastor on the other hand is not doing well at all. His mate is dead. Gone, and he never told him how he felt....and his mate died protecting him--because Alastor wasn't paying attention, too caught up in the moment, too busy enjoying the slaughter, he didn't notice Valentino behind him; didn't notice the angelic gun; didn't notice Charlie screaming out his name. He only noticed his mate's scent, then his mate shoving him out of the way--he remembers how Vox's body jerked as the angelic bullet entered his chest, hitting his heart. The bullet destroying two hearts that day; one physically and one metaphorically.

He curls around a set of Vox's suits, burying his nose into them to catch his mate's disappearing scent. He knows he'll have to get up soon--as the hotel's sponsor he's expected to greet Heaven's two representatives who will be staying permanently at the hotel to show redemption works. But he doesn't want too. He just wants Vox. He takes a deep breath and gets up.

Vox grins at Sir Pentious as the limo they're in pulls up to the hotel and they get out, the two cherubs with them leading the way. He smiles as Charlie, and Vaggie surround the redeemed snake, hugging him before the two turn to him, confusion written on their faces and he grins, smirking as he gently rubs his face careful of the soft feathers.

"It's a bit hard to place me without the TV for a head, isn't it?" He asks cheekily, before a loud bellow is heard, and a euphoric stag slams into him, chants of my mate leaving his lips as he teleports them to his room and bed, both falling onto the large, soft bedding. Chirping softly, Vox gently pets Alastor's ears as the Stag continues to nuzzle his face into Vox's stomach, still lightly chanting.

Awwwww. That's adorable! When you're out for love, you really can redeem yourself

#hazbin hotel #anonymous #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #radiostatic #redeemed vox au

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redflagwriting · 2 days

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I need to do this comic better than the storyboard sketches I did.

But Lucifer being a proud Dad is one of my favorite moods.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin art #hazbin hotel lucifer #fan comic #my art #trans artist #digital art #digital sketch #hazbin hotel fan art #hazbin hotel au #lucifer #lucifer morningstar #proud dad #after Sir pentious was redeemed #sometimes Gabriel brings good news

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mayashesfly · 9 days

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An important thing about Vox in Forgotten Radio AU is that Vox has agency.

He chose to forget Alastor. And chose to ensure he'll stay forgetten and never get close to him again by erasing any of his short-term memories about Alastor.

In an ironic twist of most Amnesia Scenarios, the one with Amnesia is the one who's in control. Whilst Alastor has no control over Vox even in this state as he can never make an impact on him that'll stick with enough time because he doesn't have time.

It's impossible for Alastor to become anything more than a fleeting thought to be forgotten the next day for Vox.

And it's frustrating that he can't do anything to control this. To fix this. To mend this.

It was like being stuck in a deadend with no possible way to escape.

However, Vox does slowly slip.

Ever so slowly, he starts to remember more about Alastor beyond the context clues he can collect about Alastor before he eventually forgets him yet again.

The fact that he was a part of the hotel.

The fact that he was the Radio Demon.

The fact that—

Well.... That part eludes him.

But it's certainly strange that Vox started to seem like he was remembering him bit by bit.

Alastor tried not to hope much.

But how he dearly missed the old Vox.

How he dearly missed not feeling this strange ache in his chest whenever he sees Vox forget him yet again instead of feeling the exhilaration his attention gives him.

He could only wish that he can take that back.

#may asher rambles #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel alastor #radiostatic #voxal #silentstatic #Forgotten Radio AU #They do get a happy ending because I'm a sap #But the journey to go there is a very painful one for the both of them #Not to mention how fucked up the timeline would be if Sir Pentious doesn't join the hazbin hotel in this timeline #since he's supposed to be the first redeemed #ie the exterminations may continue if Angel Dust doesn't get redeemed even if the hotel crew kills Adam

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angelic-fertility-potion-au · 5 days

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Ms. Rosie! I'm so glad you're here, Husk and Angel are having emotional/relationship problems. Think you can help?

Rosie: Oh! Relationship issues?!

Husk: *grumbling* It’s…nothing. It’s just a fight.

Rosie: Well lend an ear to Aunt Rosie! *drags Husk & Kittens to her emporium*

Husk: *sits down at her table*

Rosie: Tell me! Romance is my specialty! Details! Details!

Husk: *sighs* Angel…is mad at me because I don’t want to be redeemed…

Rosie: Why don’t you want to be redeemed?

Husk: I know this is Hell…but it’s home. It’s where my kittens were born and it’s where I met him. I know it’s dumb but Hell doesn’t have to be horrible! It’s been less shitty with Angel in my life. But also…I don’t want to hold him back from being redeemed.

Rosie: I see…Husker, darling, believe it or not, you've got a heart of gold amidst all this chaos. You and Angel have something special. Remember, redemption isn't about leaving behind what we cherish, but about growing together, finding your own path. Don't let fear hold you back from embracing the happiness you deserve. And if Angel's journey leads him to redemption, let it be a testament to the power of love in even the darkest places. You're stronger together, my dear.

Husk: So…can I be redeemed? Even with my past as an overlord?

Rosie: Oh, my dear Husker, redemption knows no bounds. No matter our past, no matter the roles we've played, there's always a chance for change, for growth, for redemption. I think if you seek redemption with sincerity and humility, if you strive to make amends and to be a force for good, then yes, redemption is within your reach. You are worthy of redemption, just as you are worthy of love.

Husk:…Thanks Rosie…I needed to hear that.

#ask husk #ask Rosie #Rosie gives the best advice #hazbin hotel #angelic fertility potion au #husk #can husk be redeemed?

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hells-greatest-performers · 7 days

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Lucifer, how are you coping with the loss of Charlie? How do you plan to honor her memory while fulfilling her dream of redeeming souls at the Hazbin Hotel?

Lucifer: After Charlie passed…we found out that redeeming souls was possible! One of her little residents Sir Pentious was sent to Heaven. It’s changed a lot of the hellscape around her. Now people can believe they can be redeemed! In her honor, I will help get as many souls to Heaven as I can!

#ask lucifer #Charlie Morningstar is dead #lucifer morningstar #Lucifer #redeeming souls #hazbin hotel #hells greatest performers au #fanfic #hells greatest performers

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