Emily looked from Sera to Michael as they started arguing.

"You brought the fucking devil's spawn here?! Are you fucking insane Sera?!"

"She was an infant! Her mother was a motherfucking slut who didn't want another child! She would've killed her! An innocent baby! YOUR GODDAMN NEICE!"

"That's what SHOULD'VE happened! The other one too! They're both disgusting!"

"You psychopath!"

"Oh, I'M the psychopath, really? I DIDN'T BRING ONE OF MY BROTHER'S LITTLE BRATS HERE!"

Emily couldn't take hearing it anymore. She slipped out and ran back to the stream, she saw Abel up ahead and cannoned into him on accident.

"WOAH! Girl are you okay?!" The blonde stood up, pulling his friend up with him. She was crying. "Emily, are you okay?"

"N-no." Emily sobbed.

"What happened?" Abel asked.

"I . . ." Emily hiccupped. "I'm Lucifer Morningstar's daughter."

Abel's eyes widened.

"A-apparently my mother didn't want me and gave me away. Or else she would've just killed me . . . so Sera took me here I guess."

"Oh God." Abel muttered. "You too?"

Emily looked up, confused. "What?"

"He's my real dad too. Apparently him and my mom hooked up and my mom ended up having me. Nobody else knows though."

"Not even Adam or Lucifer himself?"

"Nope."

"Damn."

"Yeah . . ."

They sat there in silence for a while, Abel hugged her, and finally Emily sighed, standing up. "You're really my brother?"

Abel nodded.

"Fucking fuck." Emily grumbled.

"Truer words have never been spoken."

"So what now?" Emily asks.

"Well, um-" Abel thought for a moment. "Hmm, no idea."

"Ugh, God what do we do-"

"Excuse me!" A woman walked up to the two angels, her long silvery blonde hair flowed beautifully behind her. She pushed her sun glasses up the bridge of her nose, two long red horns curled around her ears, she was at least seven feet tall, her outfit consisted of an off the shoulder tee and shorts that just barely met the middle of her thighs. "Am I heading in the right direction to the gates?"

"Why are you going to the gates?" Abel asks.

The woman sighed. "Well my eternal vacation has been delayed due to some problems. Long story short my daughter's causing trouble down in Hell and I need to stop her. So am I going in the right direction or not?"

Abel and Emily glanced at each other for a moment, baffled.

"Who's your daughter?" Abel asks suspiciously.

"Charlie Morningstar. Princess of Hell."

"But that would make you-"

"Yep, you're speaking to Lilith, Queen of Hell. Now am I going the right way or not?" She seemed to be getting impatient.

Emily looked at her brother, her eyes wide.

Their gazes locked, and they shared a knowing look.

Emily turned to the taller woman, her chin up. "Take us with you."

"You actually want to come with me?" Lilith rose a brow. "I'm only going because I have to-"

"Take us or we won't tell you anything." Abel said.

"Alright, sure, I could care less." Lilith shrugged.

She doesn't care? Why doesn't she care? Does she care about Charlie or Lucifer?

Or . . . me?

Maybe she regrets giving me up-or leaving her husband and other daughter for this place.

She wouldn't have almost tried to kill you if she cared . . . Her brain suddenly argued.

Touche, brain, touche.

"Alright, come with us." Emily said, turning in the direction of the gates of Heaven. Her and Abel led the taller woman out of the gates, seeing Saint Peter scrolling on his phone.

"Hey, Peter, make a portal to Hell." Emily called.

The priest cocked an eyebrow. "Why?"

"We need to get there." Lilith says.

"Why though?"

"Are you really going to question me?"

"Who the fuck even are you bitch?"

"The Queen of fucking Hell!"

"Ohhhh that's why you're so fuck-faced."

"EXCUSE ME?"

Peter just gave her the finger and summoned his friends a portal. "Go ahead. But can I ask you guys why you're going?"

Abel flew up and whispered an explanation in his ear.

"Oh FUCK-" Peter yelps. "You're Lucifer's SON?"

"PETER!"

"OOPS-SORRY!"

"LUCIFER HAS A SON?" Lilith shrieked.

"Yeah, um, so, him and my mom hooked up around when Hell was first created so . . . I exist."

"Oh. So he didn't cheat." Lilith calmed down, regaining her composure.

"Yeah. Something about heat cycles I think?" Abel tapped his chin, and Peter cringed.

"Oooooh, yeah, that'll do it. Ugh mine are gonna be next weeeeeheheeeeek!" The angel complained in a whiny voice. "I hate my life."

"Oh, yeah, his should be coming around right now. Probably gonna end soon." Lilith notes, and Abel made a disturbed face.

"Um, I did NOT need to know that." He said, and Lilith just shrugged.

"Yeah it's gonna be especially bad for Lucifer since he doesn't have a partner and-ABEL PLEASE DON'T LEAVE!" Peter begged.

Emily was fully aware that the two were dating. She felt bad for the priest, and silently thanked God that she didn't have the heat cycles.

"I mean, you could come with us." Abel suggests.

Peter frowned. "But Hell's so yucky-"

"Either you come or not. But I've gotta look out for Emmie."

"Hey, I can take care of myself thank you very much!" The young seraphim protested.

"Whatever." Abel rolled his eyes, turning back to Saint Peter. "You coming or not?"

Peter sighed. "I guess."

"You'll be okay. Besides, you haven't met my mom. You'll like her-WAIT SHIT I JUST REALIZED MY MOM'S GONNA BE THERE-"

Emily laughed. "You okay?"

"Can we go now, the portal's about to close!" Lilith motioned to the now shrinking hole in thin air.

"Oh. Right." Abel said, picking up his boyfriend and tossing him through.

Lilith went after, then Abel, then, finally, Emily.

"OH MY GAWD IS THAT BLOOD? EW THAT'S BLOOD! GROSS GROSS GROSSSSSSSS!" Peter yelped, flinching at a tiny red puddle. Abel scooped him up and let him sit on his shoulders.

"You'll live Pete," the blonde laughed.

"Is it too late to just go back-?"

"Nope. Portal's closed." Emily shrugged, looking around. She noticed the frown on Lilith's face as she started walking.

"🎶 Excuse me~ 🎶" Lilith sang to a random imp, who was shooting someone else. "🎶 Could you direct me toward the Hazbin Hotel~? 🎶"

The imp's eyes flashed and turned white, a disturbing smile spreading onto his face as he pointed to the right. "That way Your Highness."

"🎶 Thank you~ 🎶" Lilith sang as the imp led his queen in the direction he'd pointed, hit eyes still pure white.

Well, she was a siren. (Or something?)

When they got there, she released the imp from her spell, and he looked around, confused.

"What the fu-"

Lilith shoved the hotel doors open. "Charlie~"

Said girl sprung up from a couch in the lobby, her eyes wide. "M-Mom?"

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