I haven't seen anyone mention it and it's been on my mind a lot -
TW for killing/dying, just to be sure
Do y'all think about the implications of the redemption system in hazbin hotel? We all agree Sir Pentious had to redeem himself, then DIE again to be sent to heaven.
So like, imagine the ANGST potential of that.
Let's take for example Angel, trying very hard to redeem himself - but he'll never know if he's actually "worthy" of heaven until he actually just dies again.
What if he wasn't cleansed of his sins ? How can they know for sure ? Someone has to pull the trigger. Kill him without knowing if it'll actually work.
And either he's sent to heaven and it's great, either he wasn't redeemed and... Well. He's dead. The hotel lost a family member forever.
What if they just never try to die because they're too scared they won't be accepted into heaven ? Well then they're pursuing an eternal goal, staying in hell, and it might just drive them crazy as well.
I don't know I'm just having thoughts.
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Hand in Hand (part nine)
@whumptober No. 15: "I'm Fine"
cw: broken bones, gun mention
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Of all the things Jin expects to find while raiding a Riot Kings' base, Melchior is not one of them.
Especially not a Melchior who's chained to a bed.
When Jin kicks the door in, gun drawn, ready to make contact, he's met with a sharp rattling sound as the leader of the Riot Kings is startled awake.
At first, neither of them speak. It's not exactly the kind of situation you'd have a speech prepared for. Jin keeps his gun level, if only out of habit, as he takes in the full scene. Melchior's sunken cheeks, the dark half-moons under his eyes, the old bruises peeking out wherever there's exposed skin. He's wearing the usual crimson suit, but it's torn and rumpled, and his gaze seems like it's been blunted somehow, like a knife used to chop rocks. He looks half-dead, for lack of a better term.
What the actual fuck is going on here?
There's always the possibility that this is an elaborate trap, but it seems out of left-field, even for Melchior. Why chain yourself down and play a prisoner when the rest of your men are retreating, leaving you behind?
Melchior is the first to break the silence.
"Y-you're with the Fleet," he says, in a voice hoarse and tired. It isn't a question, but Jin nods.
The next words out of his mouth catch Jin even more off guard.
"Arrest me. Please."
This is feeling more and more wrong by the second. Even as implausible as it seems, why would Melchior outright ask to be taken in unless he had some kind of plan? But in spite of his suspicions, Jin lowers the gun and moves closer.
He'll at least do a full assessment before making a decision. Jin gives a sharp tug on each chain, assuring they're actually secure, then begins patting Melchior down, checking for any concealed items.
"Wait, wait! N-not yet, there's someone else," Melchior says.
Jin pauses in his search, glancing down at him. "Who?"
"Wes. Another prisoner. He's... You have to get him first. Before it's too late."
Too late for what? Jin shakes his head, and continues patting Melchior down. "Once I've cleared you, I'll have my team search for him," he says. "I'm sure he can wait."
"No. Please, he's hurt, he--nghh!" His voice breaks off into a barely-suppressed scream as Jin's hands move down his right leg, just past the knee. Jin reaches for his knife and cuts away the pant leg, grimacing when he sees what's beneath it. The top half of Melchior's shin is a mess of swollen skin and dark bruises. Broken for sure, and not cleanly.
"You'll need a medic," he says flatly. If Melchior can't walk, that complicates his exit. He'll have to get someone else in here to help move him. "Do you have any other notable injuries?"
"I'm fine."
Doubtful.
"Please. You can leave me chained up here, but you need to save him first--"
"Save him?"
"Arrest him, wh-whatever the fuck it takes, please." His voice is rising, but it's more desperation than anger, and it's enough to make Jin doubtful on what he should believe.
He's always cautious, always careful. It's muscle memory. But right now, his gut is telling him Melchior isn't pretending. The feeling is doubled when he glances up and sees that Melchior is crying.
Jin sheaths his knife, pulling back from the bed. "Fine," he says, and the other man visibly relaxes.
The restraints are real, and locked in place, and there's no way Melchior's going anywhere anyway with a break like that, at least not quickly. He has nothing to lose by taking his word at face value, just this once.
"Where do I find him?"
"Left of this room, down a long hall. I-it's a locked cell." He's spitting out directions almost too fast for Jin to make sense of, but he manages to catch the important words. Left. Hall. Cell.
Again, Jin answers with a nod. He'll grab a few team members before actually making his way towards this new target. Just because instinct isn't telling him it's a setup doesn't mean he'll rush in without thinking.
As he pulls the door shut behind him, he swears he hears a thank you.
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