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yes-i-have-thoughts · 1 year

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Eye for an Eye and the World Goes Blind

Something inspired for the alt AU by @shmorp-mcdurgen that I didn’t have to piggyback off an anon for this time, wahoo!

Also first time writing for both Gabriel and Seth weeee

SUMMARY: Gabriel’s the first person to find out what really happened to the old lieutenant and live to tell the tale. They had help, of course...But from the last person they expected to help them.

TW: PANIC ATTACK, BLOOD, LOSS OF A LIMB, MENTIONS OF STARVING, BRIEF USE OF GUN, IMPLIED (BRIEF) DEATH

If this is what a panic attack felt like, they vowed to never again berate any officer having one in front of them.

Gabriel’s heart seemed to be pounding in their ears, matching along to the blood pumping from where their lower arm used to be. When their heart wasn’t deafening them, the alternate was; it was screaming about how sorry it was and how hungry it is and how it’s not its fault, how he did this to it, he was to blame when it “just wanted to help”. Who “he” was, Gabriel didn’t know and didn’t think they wanted to. Not when the pleading creature damn near killed them and ripped part of their fucking arm off.

And breathe. Despite how fucking hard it was to do that right now. Gabriel had to force themself to take deeper breaths than the shallow ones a panic attack caused, yet the alternate’s rambling would knock their concentration and start it up again.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry, I’m-so hungry-where did you go? Don’t leave me alone again, please, don’t leave me alone again...”

‘Just let me leave.’ Gabriel fought the urge to bite their lip until it bled as they shuffled away from their pathetic hiding spot behind a wall. ‘Please, lord, let me leave.’

The alternate’s own stumbling footsteps hid Gabriel’s as they went for the front door. They were convinced they were free and clear, leading to them picking up speed.

They hit a can with their foot.

Their blood ran cold as it noisily rolled across the tile floor of the house’s kitchen. For a moment, neither being made a sound; so Gabriel chanced taking another step foreword. The sound put the alternate in motion and Gabriel barely made it out of the room when they were flattened and struggling to keep teeth away from their neck with only one hand. The alternate’s speech was gibberish now, straight-up shrieking in Gabriel’s ears like an excited, starving dog. The lieutenant's hand shaking only made them more sure that they were seconds away from death. Part of them already threw in the towel and almost let their hand slip off the alternate’s teeth-

“HEY, UGLY!”

The alternate jerked away from Gabriel’s neck and looked up. The creature used Gabriel’s collarbone as a launching point, leaving them to curl up in pain for a moment as a dull crack came from whoever the alternate impacted with.

Someone started nudging them to try and get their attention. “Get up,” they urged them, their voice low but shaky. “Come on! Blunt force trauma isn’t gonna keep him down forever, get up!”

Gabriel tried, to their credit. Apparently they weren’t fast enough for their rescuer, who pulled them the rest of the way to their feet by their shirt collar (ow) and shoved them towards the door. “Get out of here. I’m gonna give that guy someone in better shape to chase aft-oh, fuck.” Gabriel swayed on their feet when they turned around. A man they were somewhat familiar with by now stood with a shotgun in his hands, staring at where their arm now ended. The alternate behind him was now on its feet and crouched as if ready to lunge. Luckily for Seth, apparently he could read eye signals. He’d barely made eye contact with Gabriel for a minute before turning around and catching the alternate’s teeth with his gun. They got caught in a scuffle for a moment until Seth managed to wrench his gun away again and slam the business end of it into the alternate’s neck, making it stumble back and giving him enough time to grab Gabriel’s shoulder and practically drag them out the door.

“I need a hospital-”

“Later.” Seth practically threw them into the side of a white van, which they did not appreciate. “Get in.”

“I’m not bleeding to death in a shitty white van!”

“Would you rather bleed to death between the jaws of that animal?”

There was a loud crash, the sound of something throwing itself against a heavy wooden door. Gabriel’s blood- and saliva-covered hand slipped on the passenger-side door’s hand before they caught it and threw it open.

The van was in motion almost as soon as the door was closed again, flying out onto the road. Gabriel tried to gather their wits and ignore the steady bleeding from the stump, watching the world go by the window.

Seth was the first to break the silence. “Are you okay? Besides the obvious.”

“Oh, yeah, I just love bleeding all over a strange cunt’s van.”

“Having a sense of humour is a good sign.”

Gabriel chose to ignore that in favour of focusing on their stomach churning. “Where are we going.”

“Well the hospital is a good thirty minute drive away, but the apartment is less than five. Pick one.”

“Do you know how to stop a stump from bleeding out?”

“I’ve had practice.”

Gabriel glanced back at Seth. He didn’t return the favour.

‘Not going to ask about that.’

“How did you know someone was in there?”

“You’re talking pretty casually for someone who lost half his arm.”

“I’m trying to stay awake.” Gabriel shuddered when their voice hit a higher pitch. This isn’t good. “Either I keep talking or you drive to the hospital with a dead body.”

“You were screaming bloody murder. I didn’t-had I known specifically that it was you, I would have left you there.”

Seth cringed at his own words. Gabriel raised an eyebrow. “Would you have.”

“I...Don’t know.”

An awkward silence. The Christmas lights they occasionally drove by cast brief rainbows over the two and painted Gabriel’s bloodied stump in pretty colours.

They’re cold, tired and discombobulated. The van’s warm as Hell. Falling asleep now means death, but they were struggling to keep their eyes open.

“Gabriel.”

Seth’s eyebrow furrowed in confusion when he glanced at them. “My name,” they specified. “It’s Gabriel.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

“I don’t know. In case you need to identify me, I guess.”

“That’s a comforting thing to think of.”

“I’m cold.”

Seth didn’t respond to that, though the van noticeably was picking up speed as Gabriel’s world faded despite their will to stay awake.

The last thing they expected was to wake up again, let alone on a ratty couch in a just as ratty apartment. Their brain felt too big for their head and the rest of their body felt like it was made of stuffing.

They tried putting a hand to their head, only to find their arm ended sooner than they remembered. Their brain pounded as they fought to knit together memories that seemed incredibly elusive. Almost the entire last evening was completely lost on them.

“Oh hey, you’re awake!”

Another person walking into their field of vision broke their concentration. He crouched down beside them, a respectable distance away, and gave them a small, worried smile. “How’re you feeling?”

“Like shit.”

“Yeah, he said that you would.” The stranger rubbed the back of his neck. “You uh-got really lucky.”

“Oh, is th’ bastard up?”

“Sarah!”

Another person walked over, this one a lot less respectful of Gabriel’s personal space. Her smile was also a lot less friendly. “Hi.”

The first person Gabriel had been speaking to yanked Sarah back by her shoulder and began scolding her, despite the fact she clearly wasn’t listening. Gabriel covered their eyes with their remaining arm and decided to try sleeping off their “I feel like a stuffed animal” feeling.

They can deal with their new surroundings later.

#El writes #TMC #the mandela catalogue #Lieutenant Gabriel #Seth Greer #Cesar Torres #Sarah Heathcliff #surprise amputation

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robin-the-bird34 · 6 months

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Here’s something i just made…. It’s so stupid….

Alt au belongs to @shmorp-mcdurgen

#tmc alternate au #seth greer (tmc)#lieutenant Gabriel #it’s so stupid but.. I love it..

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locitapurplepink · 6 months

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Gabe's Moodboard is finally here !!!

This quote is one of my fave eoa episodes for Gabe. Showing his father that royal guard is what he wanted to be and he finally saw it and accepted him to do his dream job.

@lieutenant-amuel have been waiting for this.

#elena of avalor #eoa #eoa moodboard #gabe nunez #gabriel nunez #gabe #moodboard #lieutenant gabe #general nunez

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queenrepent · 6 months

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"pretty neat fella, huh?"

"yes, yes, but where did you find him?"

"in the newspapers."

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hayes and diaz discuss their new mv director

#admiral diaz #dennis diaz-smith #lieutenant hayes #victor hayes #gabriel hunt #admiral diaz and his band of fools #digital art #ibispaintx #winter.png #hold that man like hamburger

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missr3n3 · 10 months

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u ever write a villain and u do too good of a job and now even ur mad at them?

#'sleep well lieutenant' YOU BASTARD BITCH!!!!#'you could have stepped in at any time' FUCK YUO!!!!!#this is about #cut down the altar au #btw. villains in question are alt!thatcher and alt!gabriel

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mildlymoistq-tips · 10 months

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I present to you, whatever the fuck this is-

//loud and gore/blood warning//

creator of Lieutenant Gabriel/artwork of them: @shmorp-mcdurgen

#this is so unbelievably stupid #BRI’ISH?????????#Alt. AU Lieutenant Gabriel #BRUV IS BRI’ISH???#WEELLLLLLLL AAAAATTLEAST-#Lieutenant Gabriel is British not fake holy shit no way

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blueflyingturtleontheway · 1 year

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And if that’s okay to request again, may I ask “touching their elbow to get their attention” for Gabe and Chloe, please?

Gabe excused himself from the conversation and went deeper into the crowd. He could swear he just saw her... A loud squeal caught his attention and made him turn around. Sure enough, he could see a storm of fiery curls jump over the sea of people. With a wide smile stretching on his face, he made his way towards the princess.

As he "sorry"d and "excuse me"d himself through the guests, noble, peasant, human and not, he was trying to decide what does he even want to talk with Chloe about in the first place. It's not that there weren't topics, quite the opposite.

Of course he knew she was invited to the coronation and he planned to welcome her and catch up before the ceremony even started. Because of all the dangers that have loomed over the kingdom for the past months he didn't even get to answer to her last two letters and given how long Chloe's letters are, that was a lot of info. But of course, the fate (or namely Ash) had different plans, and he didn't have an opportunity to exchange even a word with her for the whole day.

So he promised himself to catch her at the ball and now, after squeezing past a group of over-enthusiastic jaquins, he finally reached her.

Chloe was already talking with a few other royals, extremely moved by a story she was telling, based on how she was flailing her arms around, and completely oblivious to the fact that he's standing right behind her. The first one to notice him was actually prince Alonso, who sent him a crooked grin (lately he was much friendlier than during their first meeting and Gabe wasn't really sure how he felt about that) and quickly looked between him and Chloe, trying to get her attention, but still she hadn't noticed. After a moment the other two, princess Marisa and princess Rebecca, if he remembered correctly, have noticed him too and one of them coughed quietly to get Chloe's attention.

"Bless you," she said quickly, barely even interrupting her story.

At this point Gabe had to call on all his guard training not to burst into laughter as he exchanged glances with Chloe's friends.

"Your highness," he said quietly, gently touching her elbow.

"...so it seems like everything should be fine now, right? Well I thought so too, but turns out that..." she didn't seem to notice him at all.

"Princess," he repeated himself and princess Rebecca put a hand to her mouth to hide her smile.

"...and I mean, how was I supposed to know that? I've never seen an alligator in my life before! So I did what every reasonable person would do and took the violin..."

"Chloe," he said much louder and finally earned himself a reaction.

Chloe turned mid sentence and if she was smiling before, now her smile turned so big it was a miracle it stayed on her face.

"Gabe!" He heard right before his ribs were crushed in a classic Norberg squeeze.

"It's good to see you too, Chloe," he wheezed out and the princesses finally burst into laughter.

"Oh, I have so much to tell you!" she said, quickly letting him go and looking down to hide the blush creeping up her ears.

"Yeah, me too," Gabe chuckled and put and pulled her into a (much lighter) side hug.

Themmm! They're best friends actually, Craig told me.

Prompt lists

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canon-gabriel-quotes · 1 month

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Transcript -

Gabriel : *heavy breathing and grunting* Bastard.

Useless bucket of bolts. Yeah, you better run!

Load back to your- Ah shit, that was hard. Load back to your little checkpoint.

Yeah, go ahead. Go P rank the other levels.

Oh… I’m sorry. Can-can-can I? Excuse me, can I help you?

Columbo : Oh, uh, hi there. Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt.

Uh, I’m looking for somebody.

Uh, Gabriel is it? Is that you? Is that who I’m lookin for?

Listen, I just gotta say, you did an amazing job uh… Fighting off that uh.

What’d ya-what’d ya call it?

Uh, you called it a…

Gabriel : A mere object?

Columbo : That’s right. A mere object.

Phenomenal work.

I gotta tell ya. Robots, I don’t trust em myself.

Ya know, I had-I had this one episode where uh, there was this robot named Rob and uh-

Gabriel : Uh, yes.

That’s very fascinating, but could you perhaps get on with your introduction?

Columbo : Uh, certainly. So I’m, uh, I’m lieutenant Columbo. Uh, I’m with the LAPD. Uh, I'm in the homicide department.

Gabriel : Homicide? You can’t kill a machine.

Columbo : No no no! Of course not. But um… Well… Ya can certainly love one.

Gabriel : D-d-d-detective I- I don’t- I don’t know what you’re implying there with that statement!

As you can tell I… Despise machines and wouldn’t think about doing so- Loving them, I mean.

Columbo : Yes, of course uh. Absolutely, it’s completely unthinkable.

Except, well. While I was- while I was over here and I opened this door and uh fourteen- fourteen V1 body pillows fell out. Along with a buncha the plushies.

Uh, and I just can’t imagine how ya- how ya happened upon something like that by accident.

It’s a little ridiculous! Uh, frankly.

Gabriel : Uh, no no no, listen.

Detective. I can explain, okay?

Those belong to- uh! That guy over there!

*Filth-like scream*

Gabriel : Yeah! A real freak!

Some kinda pervert. I don’t know why we keep him around.

But uh, I-I have nothing to do with it.

Columbo : Well, ya see, I would believe- I would believe that, but uh.

It’s just that- Well we had the boys at the lab run these pillows and we found your cum- We found your DNA all over em, uh.

You’re-You’re under arrest, I’m killing you.

Gabriel : K-hah. Kill me? *laughs*

Oh detective.

Columbo : Oh. Aw fuck.

Gabriel : I’m afraid you’ve made a grave mistake.

Because, in fact… What is going to happen instead…

Is actually what I’m gonna- AHHHG MOTHERFUCKER

I’LL FUCKIN KILL YOU

SON OF A BITCH

AHHG YOU BASTARD

I’LL RIP YOU APART

PIECE OF SHIT

YOU FUCK

ASSHOLE

BITCH

*Grunting*

Oh Shit.

Oh. What have I done?

V1 : Bro, tell me you didn’t just kill a fucking cop.

Gabriel : The law will be here any second now…

Machine, flush the drugs.

V1 : No way, bro. Let’s smoke that.

Gabriel : All of it?!?

Hm… One last ride…

Well, alright.

*coughing his lungs out*

V1 : No Gabriel, holding it in doesn’t do anything!

*Gabriel continues to cough his lungs out*

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#ultrakill #gabriel ultrakill #v1 ultrakill #alt title was: columbo interrupted their RP session #gabes reaction to someone getting in between him and v1 (or at least pillows of it) is to rip them to shreds. yeah i mean that checks out!!#the way he says 'Some kinda pervert' is so funny to me i cant stop replaying it #this took me. so long. oh my god. no post tomorrow. im not strong enough.#sanest bit of 2024 #and probably the longest bit ever. holy shit.#also he used the wrong filter for columbo here but here is my totally Canon Explanation #If they are in hell he had to become a husk.. duh.

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reverseexorcist · 2 months

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★ 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝 ★

"If it's alright could I request Carmilla Carmine x a fem reader who's a fallen angel? Like maybe they met during extermination and got their wings ripped off for not wanting to kill Carmilla's kids or they were already in hell with Carmilla for some time before the extermination? If you don't want to do this that's totally fine, and sorry if this isn't how to request stuff :)."

Honestly, with how this ended, I'm really tempted to write a much fluffier part 2 to this

➲ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 Carmine + !Fallen Angel!Reader

➲ Romantic ☐, Platonic ☒

➲ 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 Count; 3,462 Words

➲ Warnings/notes; Female reader, descriptions of gore/blood, canonical Lute slander (sorry Lute), romantic or platonic wasn't requested so I went with platonic to fit the story more (if the requester wants romantic just feel free to ask me), mother mode Carmilla (she might be a bit ooc because of this),

You couldn't tell if it was from the excitement or the nerves - Probably both if you were being honest with yourself, but you couldn't shake off the vibrating feeling tingling beneath your skin that made you want to fly laps around heaven. Your stomach was doing flips, but you led mask only reflected your nearly psychopathic grin and twitching eye.

Even after your lieutenant Lute shot you a stern look, no doubt pissed off because you couldn't sit still for five goddamn seconds, you still couldn't resist fidgeting with your spear. It was sparkly, and somewhat heavy, and a murderous weapon that was entirely yours! It was also cold, freezing almost. Even against your gloves it made your palms feel numb and seemed to shine in sync with your own valiant excitement.

Baby's first extermination, basically. While the name certainly sounded scary, you'd been waiting for this day for six months (you and the other forty-five cadets in your platoon) and you were ready to do your best! Sure, you were still technically a rookie, hanging around the flock and bringing up the rear of the exorcists, but this was how you proved yourself to rise the ranks, right?

Your heart stopped beating in your chest when you finally reached the front. Holy shit, that was the high seraphim! Sera, right? Oh wow, she really was much much taller in person, towering above the clustering sea of black and white murderous intent. Her outward vibe was motherly and caring, but you could see the glint of distain, guilt and regret sparking in the deepest depths of her eyes. Which was confusing, because you were doing a good thing, right? Ridding the divine planes of sinners irredeemable souls.

The thoughts crowded your mind - Evil, twisted monsters crawling around like bugs in the brimstone crowded crevices of hell. You could only imagine the satisfaction of killing your first hell spawn.

It would have to be cool no doubt. Something big with lots of teeth and claws and that could breathe fire! You had to come home with a cool story to brag about. You'd heard the tales from all your superiors. From everyone including the first man Adam himself, your respectably awesome (if a little terrifying) lieutenant Lute, to the other lieutenants like Michael and Gabriel. You'd have to off a demon built like a mountain to get their attention.

And by the big man himself, you were going to do it. Even if it took you a hundred years, you could already see yourself commanding a group just like yours, bearing a helmet with horns big and curved and bold, black stripes stippled along your ivory wings.

With a very particular pep in your step, you saluted the high seraphim Sera respectively, head cocked up just so you could regard her kindly warmth in fullness. Her smile didn't reach her eyes, and although she swiftly sent you on your way with the rest of your platoon, you couldn't help but let your nerves sway your resolve ever so slightly.

It didn't matter though! You unfurled your wings with perhaps a bit too much of a dramatic flair, but with your spear in hand and helm polished so it shined with malevolent glory, you kicked off without a second thought, tailing right behind where you were supposed to be.

Your first impression of hell was the heat.

With the extermination already well under way, raging fires were already burning up half of the city sending whorls of smog up into the air. You easily battered it away with a few strong flaps of your wings. With your head on the swivel, your eagle-eyes peered around the desolate land for the forms of the sinners struggling to thrive below, silhouettes hidden by the thick layer of smoke and ash blanketing the landscape.

Lieutenant Lute furled out her wings below you, a screeching war cry echoing throughout the battlefield as she all but left your rookie platoon in the metaphorical dust. The sound itself only spurred you on, itching for the blood of a demon on the blade of your angelic spear. Without a second thought, you tucked your wings to you sides and dived below, headfirst into the fray.

Billowing flames licked past you harmlessly, though they burned like hell (which seemed rather apt, considering where you). You didn't falter, flying through the embers like a goddamn phoenix ready to cleanse the realm sprawled out beneath you. The solid wingbeats of two of your fellow cadets only strengthened your resolution, a holy fire burning in your soul - An itch to clear the filth of devil scum away. This was the chaotic strength that your captain had sought to build in you, and now you were finally able to act on it.

But everywhere you looked, you only found simple, humanoid souls running and screaming in terror. Eyes wide, half-dead or bloodied beyond belief as they scrambled to find shelter from the onslaught of exorcists like yourself. Nowhere could you see the mangled forms of the demons you'd been taught to slaughter. Descriptions from your seniors before you passed through your mind - 'gleaming eyes with with wrath and lust', 'gangly limbs twisted to an unholy form', 'mouths filled with rows of sharp teeth, and claws like knives'.

You faltered, confused. The words of Lute rang out in your mind.

"Of course, it's not like they can actually hurt you. You're all warriors, the toughest, just use your spears to stab the shit out of them!"

You were alone now. You couldn't hear the comforting sounds of your fellow rookies behind you anymore. They were well in front of you now, peering around with a similar confusion to yours. But to your absolute horror, they simply shrugged their shoulders and dived forward with bloodlust evident in their glowing white masks. Silver points of spears were jammed through the heads of the terrified demons below. But were they demons? They didn't look like them at all. Every single book you'd seen depicting demons drew them as eldritch monsters with too many eyes to count, tentacles and claws and fangs with nary but bloodlust and vile thoughts hidden within their slitted eyes.

But the demons in front of you looked just like people. You could see the way their faces contorted in terror. You could see them scrambling to help what you could only assume were friends and family, pulling them along and carrying the ones who couldn't run for themselves. You could only feel your heart fall as you watched one of your best friends land on top of a sinner already crushed by rubble, turquoise skin stained red. The begged and pleaded and cried, but their voice was silenced as the spearhead sunk into their skull.

You flinched. The world around you ignored you completely, and for once, you were completely happy to go unnoticed.

Shakily, you touched-down in a nearby street. It was littered with already oozing corpses, but other than that it was peacefully empty. At least here the sounds of violence and pain and terror was muffled, far away enough that you could at least try to distance yourself and get your breathing under control.

You barely reeled in a gag as the smell of blood invaded your senses.

Was this really what you wanted to do for the rest of your life? You could still see yourself in your mind's eye, a model exorcist like your lieutenant now leading her own platoon into another extermination. Maybe this would be a one off, just a shock to the system that would get your mind reworked into killing mode. But, the more you thought about it, the more your heart clenched in pain and terror that seemingly matched the suffering souls around you. You were an agent of heaven, you thought you were killing mindless monsters, not those with human souls! Sure, there were probably shitty people fucking around down here, but what about all those who had to sin in self defence?

A chorus of startled gasps startled you out of your panic ridden stupor. Your wings flared up, trying to make yourself look bigger, more threatening as you wheeled around. The spear in your hands looked more like a prop at this point, and it was clear that you had minimal idea how to use it inside a proper battle. But still, you fumbled with it and pointed it threateningly in the direction of the two demons that had appeared right behind you.

They clutched each other, stumbling backwards and further away from the danger of your angelic weapon. One of them placed an arm in front of the other, her eyes narrowing behind her red-tinted glasses as if she was both terrified by you, but was daring you to do something about it.

But still, you could see them shaking from where you stood. They both seemed rooted to the ground, the one with platinum blonde hair refused to take her eyes off of you, but the demon behind her (maybe her sister? A friend?) was looking around nervously.

You could see yourself reflected in those crimson specs, and for once it made you freeze. You'd seen yourself in uniform plenty of times before, the steel boots and guard gloves and the led, horned helmet, but it always seemed almost comforting before. When you were surrounded by your cohorts, it made you fit in. Out here, you realised, you were the monster.

The ever-present smile on your mask shrunk, falling into a grimace as your grip on your weapon tightened. Your wings drew in, you shrunk backwards, almost stumbling over your own feet in the process of trying your hardest to get away. You never wanted to scare people.

So drowned by your own confusion and fear and reckless thoughts of worry about the future that you didn't notice the confusion growing the faces of the demons in front of you turn into abject horror as a far more ominous silhouette grew behind you.

"I thought I taught you not to hesitate," Lute growled in your ear, placing her free hand on your shoulder and digging her fingers in till your were sure a bruise was marred into your skin. You didn't respond, couldn't even if you wanted to. The trembling that rattled you only grew stronger, and you fumbled as your hands cramped painfully. With a resounding clatter, your spear dropped from your grasp an on to the brazen brimstone floor.

Lute growled.

She didn't say anything, but she knew. The both of you knew by now. You couldn't kill a sinner.

Lute didn't even hesitate before shoving you to the ground. Your head collided with solid stone painfully even with your helmet on, stars shining behind your eyes as her words blurred together as she pressed her foot firmly between your shoulder blades. Your wings shivered and spread involuntarily, and you feared the moments that would come next. Lute was unpredictable, but this could only end with bloodshed.

The two girls still hadn't moved, transfixed in horror as they watched the scene in front of them play out.

Asphalt stung your hands and you tried to claw your way to freedom, fingertips digging into the scorched Earth as you started crying. Lute, however, was stronger than you. Of course she was, she'd been doing this for centuries, and you were still a fledging on her first trip out of heaven.

You never thought it would end like this.

Lute dug her fingers into your wings, tangling into your still downy feathers before she yanked with all her might. The scream she tore from your lips was hellish, agonising, yet the blended with the sounds of violence all around you. You were sure you blacked out several times throughout the process, but by the time your old lieutenant was done with you, barely anything but feathery stumps and golden blood remained of your wings.

You could only curl up, cry and watch as Lute tossed clumps of feathers aside as she stalked toward the two demons that still hadn't had the thought to run. And for the first time in your life, you felt sorry for the sinners that populated hell's ring of wrath.

She would make them suffer, that was for sure. If she was happy enough to tear of another angel's wings, you could only imagine what she would do to a sinner. You didn't want to imagine, and your mind was fuzzy enough that you thankfully didn't have to.

The sound of something sharp rang throughout the air. It made you groan in pain, the sound piercing your ears and making your brain rattle in your skull. Sharp - 'Tink tink tink tink tink.' If you could see the look of relief coming across the demons faces, a part of you might've urged Lute to run. Only, she had just torn your wings off with little qualm, and now you had no shits left to give if she lived or not.

The exorcist never got the chance to strike, her weapon torn from her hands and thrown across the street till it collided with a bloody body. Lute herself barely had time to react before she was struck over the head once, then twice in rapid succession. A whirlwind of white and angelic steel and pure fury launched herself in the path between the two demons and the exorcist. It was almost exhilarating to watch, seeing Lute strike out with her fists in a pathetic attempt of hand to hand combat against her new foe. Whoever they were, they were really fucking fast, almost too fast for you to keep up with.

The fight was over before it started. Without her weapon, Lute couldn't do much against the sinner she was pitted against, and as ruthless as she was, she knew when a battle was lost. In a flurry of black and white feathers, she fled. And then the newcomer's attention was shifted to you.

At this point, you would've welcomed death. The pain alone was making you drift slightly, and you didn't even have the energy left to groan when whoever nudged you slightly with something hard and cold.

"Mother.." The words were so soft, floating away from your ears.

"We need to leave." It was undoubtably her. That voice was the one who beat Lute into the ground.

"What about..?" That was the one who called out for mother.

"Won't she tattle?" So that had to be her sister.

Those words sent a dose of adrenaline through you. With as much strength as you could muster, you clawed yourself into an upwards position. You could feel the clotting blood running down your back, but if you were going to die, you at least wanted to do so with some dignity.

Shakily, with much more effort than was really desired, you reached up and peeled your helmet off.

It clattered noisily like glass against the floor, and suddenly the world was much brighter, much more red and the air was laced with more sulphur and death than you could imagine. But what really surprised you was the look of shock written across the sinner's face.

She was tall. Really tall. The only person who could really compete was Seraphim Sera or maybe Adam, but you really couldn't tell with how delirious you were.

"Una niña?" They all looked surprised.

The one called mother took a few steps forward, confusion and anger clearly present in her eyes. But, as she kneeled down in front of your comparatively tiny form, you realised the anger wasn't directed at you.

"Did she try to hurt you?" She turned back to face her daughters. They both shared a look, but ultimately shook their heads no. That right there, was your saving grace.

She looked back at you, hair pinned into high horns, and took your helmet in her large hands. She passed it off to one of her daughters, before gently scooping you into her hold.

You whined, writhing minutely in her hold as the searing phantom pain of your wings being torn off returned. Fat tears rolled down your cheeks, and yet the demoness tutted softly, shushing you like you were a baby.

Her daughters followed without a word, and you and the family unit moved swiftly through the desolate roads. So many questions were running through your mind, and yet you couldn't find the answer to any of them, your thoughts to lost to the fog of blood loss to ever truly return.

"You better not betray me," Were the last words you heard before promptly passing out.

The plushness of a soft blanket was the first thing you felt waking up. For a moment, you felt nothing but relief realising the entire thing had been a horrid nightmare, but when you tried to rustle the numbness out of your wings, the relief was replaced with horror when you realised that your wings were just straight up missing, only two feathery stumps remaining in their place.

That made you shoot up in horror. You didn't even care about the sharp sting that ran down your spine and into your very being, you were a bit too concerned about your current predicament.

"You're awake."

That made you promptly scream before ducking under the covers like you were a nestling again. A soft sigh reached your ears, but you dared not to venture out from the warmth of the thick covers.

Not like you had a choice, though, as you were soon pried away from their safety. It was her, the demoness with the high-pinned buns. She looked down on you, red eyes glowing in the low light, and yet, you couldn't sense a smidge of hatred towards you. Only distrust and sadness laced her expression.

"How old are you?" She asked after the silence had gone on long enough.

"I'm a fledgling," Is all you said. You didn't really fancy giving too much information. Although, the look of horror the crossed her face maybe suggested that you'd already given away plenty.

"Obligan a los niños a hacer esto?" She raised a hand and carded it through her snowy tresses, locks of white hair threaded loose as she paced back and forth. You only watched her, slowly sinking back into the comfort of the warm blankets.

"You're still a child." It was a statement.

You hated being a child. You didn't want to be a child, at least, you hadn't wanted to be a child in the past. You wanted to join the ranks of the exorcists, and to do that you at least needed to be juvenile. Hell, you were lucky enough to make it into the cadets while you still had baby feathers decorating your wings. But now, the fact that yes, you were still technically a kid made your saviour look upon you with more than just disdain and hatred like any other exorcist, but rather she looked upon you with an emotion that you'd never seen before, and not one you could really name.

"You are a child, and now you have fallen," She eyed your mostly healed wing stumps, and you couldn't help but reflexively flex them anxiously. The literal weight off your back made you want to cry.

"Was this your first extermination?" She gazed upon you with a guarded look. You nodded.

"And you didn't hurt my daughters?" Another nod from you. That seemed to make her relax just a tad.

"Could you ever hurt someone?" That made you pause, the memories of the extermination rushing back to you full force. Tears grew at the corners of your eyes, and still, you answered with a simple 'no'.

She exhaled a sigh of relief before closing the distance and kneeling down to your eye level.

"Carmilla Carmine." She reached a hand out toward you. So that was her name.

You clutched your hands close to your chest, fearing her touch, but gave her your name anyway.

"What are you gonna do with me?" You asked, voice cracking. Her gaze softened, finally letting her guard slip for just a moment.

"Well, you weren't going to make it out there by yourself. You'll be staying with me," The words took a moment to sink into your mind. Well, at least it was better than death.

Gently, like she was working with a scared animal, Carmilla coaxed you out from the comfort of the bed, slowly ushering you to her side. With your wings missing and their remains bandaged, head bare and missing your exorcist helmet, it felt like the safest place in the world.

"Welcome to Hell."

Rules + Info,

Masterlist,

#carmilla carmine x reader #carmilla x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x female reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel carmilla #hazbin hotel carmilla carmine #hazbin hotel carmilla carmine x reader #carmilla carmine #carmilla carmine x female reader #platonic

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imborredandwanttolookatthings · 3 months

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Relax (Price x male oc)

Here a little shit post for one of my cod ocs :]

(Could be seen as Price x male reader since not much is described about my oc other than his name and type of hybrid)

Word count: 598

Warnings: none :D, just a lot of fluff

Gabriel ‘Scout’ Alvarez is a new member of the 141, though he’s unlike the rest of the team. Apart from the fact that he’s a hybrid, he is also a private. The 141 is meant to be made up of high roles, like Sergeants and Lieutenants, but they’ve made an exception for Scout.

He skips through the halls of the 141’s building, tail swishing behind him. As he passes by Captain Price’s office, he hears what seems like stomping inside. Against his better judgment, he takes a peek inside the room.

There he sees an annoyed Price, slumping back onto his desk chair and gripping a pencil so hard it looks like it’ll snap in half. Scout takes a step inside the room and Price looks up at him.

“Do you need something Private?”

“I notice that you look stressed”

“Great observation, anything else?”

“I was wondering if I could try something out?” Scout bounces on his feet.

“..like what?”

“Here just..-“ Scout cuts himself off as he walks towards the Captain’s desk. He kneels down on the floor beside Price's leg and rests his head on the thigh.

“And what’s this supposed to be?” His voice sounds scarily stern.

“Dog therapy, I’ve tried it with a few of my friends in the past and it helped so I thought maybe it would help you..” His head turns to the side nervously, looking away from the captain.

Price lets out a sigh but after a second his left hand is placed on top of Scout's head, between his ears. He begins to gently scratch and pet the hair on Scout's head which leads to the mutt letting out a content huff. The sound of his tail hitting against the floor board can be heard as Price gets back to his work, surprisingly a bit more relaxed now.

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Gaz takes a step into the captain’s room, wanting to ask a question about the latest mission, but immediately stops in his tracks as he sees the scene in front of him.

Price looks up from his desk towards Gaz. “Need something?” He says in a friendly and relaxed tone, continuing to pet Scout.

“Um yes.. sir I was wondering….” He asks Price the question, to which price answers, before sending him out of the room.

Gaz walks towards the small kitchen in the rec room of the 141’s building, where Soap is inside, eating some cereal.

“You will not believe what I just saw in the captain's room” Gaz says exasperated, as he leans against the counter beside Soap.

“What did you see?” Soap replies, his mouth still full of food.

“It was the new guy, Scout, he was like sitting on the floor with his head on Price’s knee as price per his hair?” Gaz sounded confused as he explained the situation.

“Holy shite, so he does act like a dog.” Soap sounds amused.

Gaz shrugs.

“I wonder if he’ll roll over if I tell him to”

Gaz lets out a laugh. “Oh come on, he’s partially a human too”

Soap grins and shrugs as he takes another bite of the food.

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Price takes his hand off of the private’s head as he is about to stand up for a smoke break. Though he hesitates as he sees that Scout has fallen asleep on his leg, his tail is still lazily wagging behind him. After a second on thought, Price decides that he doesn’t need a break, and goes back to his work, his hand reaching over to Scout's head again to continue to pet him.

#john price #cod mw2 #call of duty #cod modern warfare #captain price #price #price x oc #price x reader #price x male reader #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish

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shmorp-mcdurgen · 1 year

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Some police lieutenant or something

#the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #tmc #tmc alternate au #lieutenant gabriel #it’s them. the person themself #they’re such a bitch sometimes but I like em #wanted to draw them in a different outfit this time instead of their uniform #like how the rendering came out on this one

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yes-i-have-thoughts · 1 year

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Start Digging Two Graves

Another thing for the Alt AU by @shmorp-mcdurgen ! May or may not be a semi-continuation of ‘Eye for an Eye’ It’s probably a little off-canon; but I don’t pay much attention to Gabriel’s little canon bits and bobs and it’s now coming back to bite me

(Also I did my best to accurately portray OCD here. I apologize in advance for anything I may have gotten wrong or any backhanded representation.)

SUMMARY: Gabriel semi-officially meets the rest of B.P.S. for the first time. Cesar at least tries to be affable, Sarah...Does not. Alternatively: Local Non-Binary Lieutenant gets their Pride Kicked to Shit by a Seething Young Adult with a grudge, more at 12

TW: LOSS OF A LIMB, MENTION OF BLOOD, MENTIONS OF A CORPSE BEING EATEN, MENTION OF A CAR ACCIDENT, METAPHORICAL BURN WOUND. This once again sounds worse than it actually is.

‘Huh. I didn’t know he had a cat.’ The cat loafed on the coffee table just within eyesight, seemingly unaware of the lieutenant’s pale blue eyes on it. Its tail was swishing slightly as it looked everywhere but at them.

“Not good with strangers, eh?”

That got the cat’s attention. Gabriel started to hold one of their hands out to it, only to end up looking like a fool due to their newfound lack of one. Still, the cat sat up and leaned foreword to sniff at the stump where their arm now ended.

“Now you’re friendly.” Gabriel carefully sat up and rested their chin in their hand. “Weren’t interested in me until you smelled blood? You’re a bit twisted.”

The cat blinked at them. It leaned out again to sniff the stump some more when a sound made it jerk its head back and strain its ears. Gabriel didn’t have to strain theirs to hear the same sound-someone was at the front door. How long were they out?

The cat jumped off the coffee table and made its way out in a happy bounce. Gabriel watched it go before leaning their head back and listening to the voices coming from the entrance.

“Hello, kitty!” One cooed. “I didn’t see you this morning! Are you hungry?”

“I wonder if he’ll eat the lieutenant,” another one added.

“Don’t even joke about that.”

“What? I’m just saying. Cats eat humans when they think they’re dead, don’t they?”

“They’re about as likely to as dogs are.”

The second voice feigned a gasp. “Cesar, you take that back! Puppies would never do that.”

“Neither would cats,” Cesar shot back in a playfully snide voice.

The argument was dropped with no apparent winner due to Cesar walking into the living room and almost dropping the cat now in his arms when he saw Gabriel. “OH-jeez, you scared me. Good morning, again. How do you feel?”

Gabriel shrugged, then gestured to the cat. “It’s yours?”

“Yeah, this is-this is Jonny.” Cesar crouched to put the cat down and brushed cat hair off his shirt. “He’s my...Therapy cat.”

A person with long brown hair poked her head into the room. Gabriel went a little on guard when her expression went from curious to murderous.

“So.” She leaned against the entranceway and crossed her arms. “You’re awake.”

Cesar sighed. “Don’t start...”

“What? I can’t comment on the appearance of things?”

He shot the long-haired person a glare. She stuck her tongue out in response and brushed past him to practically collapse into the ratty-looking armchair across the room. “Why’s he-”

“They.”

“Why’re they still here, anyway?” For someone who clearly didn’t like Gabriel, this person at least had the decency to switch pronouns. “I thought Seth was, you know, going to take ‘em to the bloody hospital so we don’t have to worry about the cops breaking down our fuckin’ door.”

“Maybe he’s not up yet, Sarah,” Cesar said with a shrug. “So be a little more welcoming, would you?”

Sarah make a “blah blah blah” motion with her hand. Cesar picked up a nearby pillow and threw it at her.

“I’m sorry about her.” He sat next to Gabriel and clearly made an effort to meet their eyes, though it didn’t appear to be easy. “She, ah...Doesn’t like you very well.”

“You don’t say.”

Cesar winced. Jonny meandering over made him pick him up and set him on his lap. The longer Gabriel watched the cat rub his head against Cesar and purr, the less skeptical they were of his therapy animal status.

A pillow suddenly smacked into Gabriel, startling Jonny off Cesar’s lap. Sarah looked away innocently when Cesar snapped at her. “What the fuck, Sarah?!”

“You’re the one who gave me ammunition,” she replied in a sing-song voice.

“He threw a pillow at you.” Gabriel pointedly ignored Cesar whispering for them to “not push her buttons” as they tossed the pillow aside and roughly wiped off their hand on the couch (which did nothing. They still felt the germs there. Note to self: learn to wash your hands when you’ve only got one.). “And it sounds more and more like it was deserved.”

“I’ll fucking tell you what was deserved, you self-important pompous son of a-”

“Hot chocolate!” Cesar stood up suddenly, a clearly fake smile on his face. “Who wants some hot chocolate? I could really go for some, it’s cold as Hell outside!”

“No no, let her finish.” Gabriel crossed their arm and leaned back against the couch. “What were you saying about me, little girl?”

If looks could kill, they would be dead. Sarah leaned forward in her chair and was practically baring her teeth. “I know who deserves what, pal.”

“Do you.”

“Maybe with marshmallows?” Cesar suggested weakly.

“I know that you deserve whatever’s coming for you. I know that my brother deserved more of a life to live. He would have been thirty this year if you incompetent bastards didn’t brush him under the rug like he meant nothing.”

“I don’t know who you’re talking about-”

“Oh I’ll bet you don’t.” Sarah dropped her chin into her hand. “You never do, do you? No one over there has any idea what’s happening half the time, and during the other half you throw people under the bus to save your own sorry skins when you know damn well you’re supposed to protect us.”

That hit a nerve. “I don’t expect you to know that we are as lost as anyone, but that doesn’t mea-”

“Oh, sure!” Sarah waved her hand. “You have no idea what’s going on. That’s why you’re always the first at the scene, right?”

“How about extra cocoa?” Cesar tried again, now tugging on his bangs. Gabriel would be sympathetic-he was trying to establish some peace, after all-but their pride doesn’t take a beating lying down.

“I wasn’t the lieutenant of the force at the time. Stop. Blaming. Me.”

“You still could have done something.”

“I didn’t even know that he was-”

“I’ll bet you didn’t! Did you not know about Cesar? Huh? When he got into that fucking car crash that was caused by one of those damn creatures, when he tried to call for help-did you not know about that either?”

“Sarah, I get that you’re angry.” Cesar had clearly given up trying to sooth both adults’ nerves, seeing as his voice was now low and shaky. “But don’t bring me into this as ammo.”

Sarah looked ready to snap at him before she caught herself and ran her fingers through her hair, wincing at her behavior. “Shit. I’m sorry, Ces.”

A heavy yet awkward silence fell before Cesar left, presumably to actually make the hot chocolate he was promising earlier. Gabriel, for their part, felt a little like Sarah had ripped a Band-Aid off a burn wound and put a lighter to it.

Their genuine confusion had done nothing to sway her. She was going on about things they had no idea of. And Cesar physically looked pretty damn fine for someone who supposedly got into a car wreck.

But then there was the fact that he wouldn’t look Gabriel in the eye for longer than a second. The scar on the back of his hand that ended somewhere under his sleeve. Jonny the cat’s existence, the need for a therapy animal at all, Sarah bringing it up being the final nail in the coffin for his patience-what the Hell went on in this county that they didn’t know about? Were these recent events?

Jonny mrrping at Gabriel pulled them from their thoughts. The cat nosed his way under their hand and curled up in their lap. The cat hair that came off onto their hand made them want to claw their skin offl, but they didn’t have the heart to shove the cat off them.

Not when Sarah was glaring at them out of the corner of her eye again.

‘Greer had better wake up soon.’

#Lieutenant Gabriel #Cesar Torres #Sarah Heathcliff #TMC #the mandela catalogue #El writes

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 10 months

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Ello! Remember Friendly Alternative Y/n? Can I maybe request Mark introducing them to Thatcher Headcanons? :0 atleast then maybe the police will have instead of a police dog a police alternative XD also the feeling of just imaging protecting Y/n at first from a shocked thatcher is so adorable :0

Thatcher visited the Heathcliff residence one evening under the guise of another "wellness check".

But in reality, he thought there was more to Mark's case than just the simple statement he provided.

Surviving not one but two Alternate attacks might sound like an act of pure luck or divine intervention, yet it didn't seem plausible that this kid could've taken all of them on by himself.

He suspected a third party might've been involved--or something that Mark was unwilling to share with the authorities at the time.

The lieutenant figured he'll be able to answer the questions he didn't get to ask before.

However the "surprise visit" goes about as well as anyone would expect....with Mark panicking and you hiding in the shadows, watching and wondering what would happen.

He gets rid of any and all evidence of your presence, until Thatcher finds a drawing in the trash alluding to you, a Type 3 Alternate, being some sort of "guardian angel".

That didn't make any sense.

This kid must have a case of MAD that distorted his perception of Alternates as protectors.

But Mark gets extremely defensive when he suggested this.

"Listen, I know it sounds crazy. I never thought I'd consider one of them to be a friend, but I can prove it! I can bring [y/n]-"

"Wait...you gave that thing a name-?"

"No, lieutenant. I gave that name to myself."

Thatcher nearly jumps out of his skin as you appear from the shadows, instinctively reaching for his gun...but remembering Mark's words and seeing the terrified look on his face, he calms down a little, sitting back down.

Immediately he can tell you're nothing like the broadcasts said.

You aren't currently mimicking anybody, being a "pure form" similar to N/The Façade.

You're not hostile in the slightest, and he asks you why.

Long story short, you managed to gain his trust and he thinks you'd be helpful in his investigations.

You wind up going to the station as an "undercover" officer in-training, with him and Ruth (after convincing her that you're on humanity's side) showing you the ropes.

Ofc you're not a perfect copy of a human being, but the rest of the MCPD suspects nothing.

The 333 Alternate is less-than-pleased to see you prevent it from killing Ruth and Thatcher when you accompany them to the Murray residence, calling you a "traitor" to your kind.

You knew the risks of helping the organization Gabriel was trying to dismantle, but it's one worth taking if it means Mandela was a little bit safer, especially Mark.

At the end of the day, you'd always return to his home just to make sure he was alright.

And also to ramble about how much you liked having a "real human job".

#clanask #anonymous #mandela catalogue x reader #tmc x reader #alternate reader #alternate y/n #mark heathcliff #thatcher davis #headcanons

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Guardian Angel AU Ideas

So, you may or may not have seen those pictures a bit ago depicting Lucifer and Lute as Lilith and Adam’s Guardian Angels respectively, and I have some IDEAS for this AU!

1) After Lucifer and Lute fell madly in love with their human charges, Heaven figured that for Eve they had to do SOMETHING to prevent this from happening again! The solution became incredibly obvious. Enter Raphael, Eve’s Guardian Angel. He’s as straight as a circle. Heaven realized, in retrospect, that they should’ve done something similar with Lilith and Adam, but in complete fairness, Angels literally HAD no sexualities until human souls were created. Even the gender of Angels were more or less completely aesthetic until that point, with many Angels simply discarding the whole notion (lots of non-binary folk up in Heaven). God always teasingly told them they’d understand one day. Well, now they did, and now all of Heaven was busy trying to bone each other! Or the humans, in the case of Lucifer and Lute.

2) Lute, at the time known as Segann (Hebrew for Lieutenant), was in fact an Archangel, those second only to God. The other Archangels included Lucifer, Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, Camael, Uriel, Jophiel, Samael (who would become Satan one day), and Zadkiel. Lute’s initial affair was tolerated as Lilith and Adam had already went their separate ways by that point. However, once Eve was created from Adam’s rib (it was determined that both Adam and Lilith being made from dust was what resulted in their contentious attitudes towards each other; they were both too similar to each other, both incredibly egotistical and stubborn), Heaven made it clear that under no uncertain terms was Lute to continue with her affair. The penalty for disobeying would be for her to be stripped of her status as an Archangel, reduced to a mere Ishim. A basic Angel. She obeyed… for a time. Especially when it seems Adam was happy with Eve. But then the Fall happened, Lucifer and Lilith were banished to Hell, and Adam and Eve were banished from Eden. At that point, the only thing the furious Adam wanted from Eve was children. And so he would find himself back in Lute’s embrace… and eventually they would be found out, and Lute stripped of her rank.

3) Raphael, while obviously never developing romantic feelings for Eve on account of being the queer eye for the straight guys, still came to see her as a sister. And thus when Eve began her relationship with Lilith and Lucifer… he kept his mouth shut. She seemed far happier with them than she ever did with Adam (who he was fairly certain would eventually end up back together with Lute anyways, regardless of the warnings). He came to deeply regret this decision; if he had told Heaven, they might have been able to intervene before the Fall. But alas, the fruit was bitten long before Man was ready, and the rest was, as they say, history.

4) There was one Divine Privilege that every Archangel is given that not even demotion can revoke as it was a privilege granted by God and thus cannot be removed by mere Angels. And that is the Right of a Divine Pardon. This allows an Archangel to get any one soul they desire (and ONLY one soul) into Heaven regardless of what they did in life. And when Adam died, you can bet Lute used this Get Out of Jail Free Card. After all, Adam exemplifies all Seven Deadly Sins, yet he’s somehow in Heaven? Bitch HAD to have cheated! Good to see his Guardian Angel still had his back at the very end!

5) Raphael deeply regretted what became of Eve latter in life. She became bitter, especially after Cain and Abel. When she died, he tried to use his Pardon on her, but she refused him, deliberately sinking into the depths of Hell, setting her Roots there…

6) while not directly related to the topic of Guardian Angels, I should clarify that in this AU the War in Heaven did happen. Lucifer didn’t lead it, as he and his lovely wife were now in Hell, but rather his and Lilith’s followers were the ones who persecuted the Rebellion in order to avenge their leaders. When the Rebels fell, they became the 6 Deadly Sins and the (original) Goetia.

#hazbin hotel #helluva boss #guitarspear #lucifer x lilith #eve hazbin hotel #adam hazbin hotel #lute hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel au #guardian angel au #hazbin hotel roo

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