[Co-written by GorgingGeorge]

Contains; Weight gain, Demon and Angel au

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"This is gonna be our raddest bust yet! A real life demon summoning is gonna happen under the city and we're gonna kick some hell booty!" Chief Wheeler exclaimed, skating down the road. "Bet we might even come face to face with one of those seven sin dudes? Now that would be gnarly!" 

"I beg to disagree Chief, if a demon of that magnitude gets into the city it would cause collateral damage on par with that time Fendrich tried to run for mayor. Speaking of that multibillionaire, his cronies should be attempting their summoning just in front of the Sinclair S statue, possibly some attempt to frame her for the summoning." Captain Bennett sighed. "Sky Police are on their way now with the holy water and silver crosses." 

A large chalk pentagram was drawn around the S statue with three of Fendrich's hired criminals trying to perform a summoning. "Maybe we should have waited until nightfall to do this, we're getting a lot of weird looks from everyone around here." 

"Ehi, non preoccuparti Hank. It's not like demons are vampires and just burn up in the sun, uuh. Did the boss say exactly what sort of demon to summon and cause mass panic to the city with? All I remember was how to mimic Sinclair's handwriting." 

Before the trio could make any suggestions, police sirens grew closer. "Ack! Just pick the first sin on the list before we get arrested!"

And so he did, summoning the first demon on the list. "Daemonem gulae voco. exi daemonium." Vito read the thing, and before the cops could stop them, the pentagram started glowing before releasing a beacon of light. "Oh wow! It's actually working!" Hank stated, staring at the beacon before it faded.Soon enough a demon was standing there. 

It's looked rather human-like, though it's dark pinkish magenta hair and grey skin and horns made it look demonly. "Hello! My name is DUX, what do you need from me?" It spoke. "Wait, you're actually a demon? but you just look like a person?" Hank asked as he got close to it. "Yeah, I'm a demon. please keep your distance please." 

"Well, why don't you look like this?" Vito asked as he showed DUX a pic of an ancient sin. "They're too dangerous for mortal use." It stated."Okay uh, merda, can you get us out of here?" Vito asked as he saw the flashing lights of the police flash. "sure, I guess."

DUX shoulder rolled against the police cars, sending them back with the weight of its body. Being a Gluttony demon meant it was quite hefty and could influence hunger on whoever it wanted. "Now let's get outta here!"The demon waddled after the criminals once the cars were down, curious as to why they wanted a sin. "Well it might not be quite what the boss had in mind, but I'm sure this guy could be useful." Vito remarked, watching as DUX stuffed itself with doughnuts. "So you're like one of those sin demons right? You can get anyone under your influence and stuff?" 

"Huh? Oh yes I can, as long as I have a constant pretense with them. Do you have any more of these doughnuts? They're so soft and fluffy, the ones back in Hell are often soaked with too much icing."

"Uh-""What is that thing!?" A voice screeched as the door was slammed open, causing the mortals in the room to flinch. the voice belonged to multibillionaire, R.E Fendrich, who looked furious. "Fendrich, sir, this is the best we could have summoned." 

"The best you could have summoned? That thing looks like an obese grey person! Why isn't it like the pictures you showed me!?" 

DUX sighed. "So you summoned me for malicious reasons. Sweet Satan I guess I shouldn't be shocked at that. Anyway I could still do some damage to a mass amount of people by releasing pheromones in a densely populated area. No property damage but it would cause a commotion." DUX stated."Hmm... What's this thing's name?" 

"It said it was DUX-" 

"That won't do, I don't even think I can pronounce that name." Fendrich said as he put the word into a translator and got Duke as a translation. 

"Alright, so from now on your name is Duke. So snap to it! And if anyone asks, tell them Mary Sinclair ordered you to make the entire population, uuuuuuh. You're supposed to be the sin of fatness?" 

"Gluttony to be precise, uh. If you don't mind, I go by male pronouns." Duke awkwardly answered. He could tell he won't be getting along with his summoner."Yeah whatever, get a hat and trench coat on so people think you're human. Do a good job and you'll get all the doughnuts you can eat! Big Betty, go raid the nearest doughnut shop." 

Now in disguise, Duke was escorted out into the city. "I know the boss seems all harsh and stuff but he can be a nice guy, one time he said I wasn't nearly as stupid as he thought I was." Hank explained. "Name's Hacksaw Hank, and he's my boyfriend Vito. He's Italian." 

"Ciao, so how do your demon powers work? Do you have like laser eyes that zap people into becoming gluttons?" 

"Well it's simpler than that really, my pheromones will cause people's hair to turn pink like mine, filling them with thoughts of food and eating. I've gotta stay near them or else they'll snap out of it."

"Wait so it's constant? I don't feel that happening." Hank said checking his boyfriend's hair as well as his own seeing it's normal. "No. It's only when I turn it on and they air fills with a scent that causes the effect." 

"Oh so it's like what a skunk does?" 

"I...Well, I guess you could put it like that. Anyway make sure you have some sort of facial covering so you don't get effected." Duke stated. "So, uh... Where exactly am I supposed to go?" 

"I'm not really sure, uh... maybe just walk around before finding a large crowd of people." Hank suggested. 

Duke paused for a bit before waddling off. However, they're wasn't a large group of people to use his effect, which sucked. But after going around for a bit, he found some cops. "Well... I guess they'll do." He thought.

Pheromones were released from his soft locks, watching as the nearby officers became more enthralled with the pies they were getting. Well except for one who was snoring loudly with his face in a coffee mug. "I didn't know a Sloth demon was also summoned, unless that old grizzled human is always that tired. Must be exhausting being a policeman." Duke though as he discreetly waddled by."Chief, you do realize you're engorging yourself even more so than usual? I just assigned strict meal plans and scheduled cheat days to the squads so you don't end up gaining a million pounds on break." Bennett grumbled, although he couldn't help himself to a couple slices of the sugary pies himself."A couple pastries ain't never hurt anybody, Cap! If ya think I'm eating a lot, check out the fire brigade over there! Must have had some way spicy tacos to be chugging down hose water." Wheeler laughed, his shirt straining from how large his belly was getting. "Never realized how good these chocolate pies are!" 

Duke couldn't help but sneak a few slices of pie from the nearby shop as well, as his influence range was also dependent on how much he weighed. "It's taking a while, and that rich guy is definitely gonna yell at me for taking so long." He thought as he stuffed himself."That's some sweet hair ya got! You a new dude around here?" A voice called, causing Duke to jump. 

"Eep! Erm, yes. I am just from another city, thought I could see some new sights."

"Oh. Poggers! Anyway, broski, since your new here I feel like maybe I should take you around town for a tour. BTW I'm Chief Wheeler, though I like bein' called Wheelie a lot more, what's your name?" the man said as he got closer to him. "My name's Duke, uh, also I don't need a tour thanks." Duke stated, rushing his words a bit out of being panicked. He tried to escape the situation, but Wheeler grabbed his shoulder. "Dude, chill, I'm not going to hurt you." But then Wheeler noticed something. "Dude your eyes are-" 

"I know they're weird aha, I-I was going to see an... Uh... An eye doctor, yeah. I may need to also get some insurance while I'm here." Duke said, even more panicked. It wasn't the best lie he could come up with but it was all he could think of at the moment."Actually I was going to say they look rad. Also... Hey, you wouldn't be a demon right? I won't tell anybody if you are though, you can trust me."

Duke looked around the bakery to see if anyone was watching, luckily it seemed everyone was going outside. "Yes, I was summoned by some guys working for a rich jerk. Something about wanting to frame a woman for demonic influences. Are you going to send me back to hell?"

"That is way radical, you're a cool sin bro. You can stay over at my place until you get a house of your own, everyone's welcome at my pad." Wheeler exclaimed, giving him a slap on the back. "I could be like your dad in the human world." 

Before Duke could respond, Bennett waddled in, his hair now completely pink. "We've just got word that there's a dangerous demon on the loose, we have to get everyone evacuated.""Dangerous? Either Fendrich attempted another summoning or they're talking about me.." Duke thought, keeping his horns hidden under his hair. "That sounds very dangerous, um. Where did you hear about this demon everyone is talking about?" 

"An anonymous messenger, although it might just be Ms Sinclair finding out that her rival is once again trying to get her run out of town."

"Wait, is this the same demon as before or is a different demon?" Wheeler asked. "It's the same one and-" 

 "Damn I don't think we have anything to worry." The police chief said before being stared at. "Chief Wheeler you have to understand that if this demon isn't found and removed from the city, even if it means going to extreme lengths of Exorcism, who knows what would happen." 

Hearing exorcism, Duke began to panic again because there wasn't really much he could do in this situation. He was going to die at some point since the exorcised don't go back to hell and end up being sent to a pit of torture for getting exorcised. He obviously didn't want that to happen to him, and with the high level of stress, he released an accidental large burst of pheromones from his hair.

It spread around the entire bakery, causing Bennett to almost completely forget about what he was talking about. All that was on his mind now was food, especially those loaded in fats and sugars. "After we eat we must find that sin." He belched, gorging away at the biggest doughnut found in the shop.With the police captain distracted, Wheeler helped Duke out of there. "I won't let him hurt one pink hair on ya head, I don't think he'll be able to lift a finger either with how much he's gaining. Whew, I'm really starving too." 

The demon watched in curiosity as the police chief was stuffing himself with even more sweets, making his already large gut break right out of his uniform. His flabby belly bounced as it popped out of his now ruined shirt. "That's some wicked demon powers you got there Dukester, in a good way I mean!""Uh, thanks. You don't mind that you're as large as I am now?" 

"Not one bit, I think of this as natural padding if I ever crash off my board. I'll just get some new clothes at Shifty's and then it's on our way to your new home. I'll fill out some adoption papers and you can be Wheelie Jr, if you want to stay on earth." 

"Stay? I could stay a while."As the pair were waddling, someone familiar was watching them from a hidden car. 

"So, that old coot summoned a demon eh? Well two can play at that game! I'll deal with his little sin by summoning a powerful angel, that will take him back to hell where he belongs."

As duke waited outside of the store he felt nervous, and not just because he was being hunted down, but because he felt something. Like he was being watched or something.  

"There's some sort of presence... and a holy one at that-" 

Duke's thoughts were interrupted by bright light in front of him. "So you're the demon I was sent to send back to hell?" it asked. "ah! Who are you??" Duke asked. "My name? i don't have one, I'm just an angel of Diligence. However, that doesn't matter, you're being a danger to humanity! And I have to stop you to save everyone." 

"i know this is a bit rude but can you change into your non-biblical form? It's kind of blinding..." 

 "Oh, sure, my bad." The eyes spoke before shifting into a more anime looking angel.  

It had soft dark blue hair with a stubble, dressed in messy coveralls with tools in its pockets and had large dove wings growing out of his shoulder blades. 

"I was summoned by this old rich lady, saying you were putting everyone's lives at risk. But the way she was talking I thought I'd have come across the first wave of sins." 

"I might be a sin demon but I swear I haven't done anything wrong, I was only summoned a few hours ago!" The chubby demon pleaded, backing away from the angel. "I was just doing what I was told, influencing a group of people to become fat gluttons. If I'm caught I'll be exorcized! I don't want to end up tortured for the rest of my life!"

The angel's mood softened as it saw Duke in distress. "Well if you didn't cause anything too serious, I don't see any reason to banish you back to hell. But I do believe your summoner is deserving of eternal punishment, probably that Fendrich jerk my summoner kept talking about." 

 Duke was unsure how to respond, he was curled up on the ground from the thought of being caught. As Wheeler was exiting with a huge bag of goodies he was quick to help him up. "Dukinator, you alright bro?" He didn't get a response. "Hey! Did ya hurt him?"

"I didn't touch him, Though I guess he passed out from stress." The angel said as he checked duke for breathing. "Oh, he's still semi-alive, or as alive as a demon could be. Anyway, do you need help carrying him home to where ever his home is?"

"Well-" 

"It wouldn't be a bother if that's what you're thinking, I swear. After all, I love to help others." The angel stated. "... I mean if isn't a bother." 

 Once they got to Wheeler's flat, the angel just laid the knocked out demon on the couch. "well, there we go." 

"Thanks, broski! Anyway, while you're here, do you have a name? or are you just an angel?" Wheeler asked. "Oh, I had a name that was given to me after I was turned into an angel, but it's hard to pronounce."

"Well if your angel name starts with an H, we can call ya Harl. How does that sound?""Harl? I like it! Harl the helpful angel!" The virtue of diligence cheered. "Ah, it looks like Duke is coming around now." 

 Wheeler watched as his new demon friend groggily awoke. "Everything cool? That angel dude got ya here in a flash." He explained, offering Duke a beignet. "Got a couple extras in case you were hungry, being a gluttony demon means you eat a lot I bet."Softly smiling, Duke munched away at the fried dough. "Especially deep fried foods and high sugar treats. It's also how I became the sin, by eating all the time until I was basically immobile. Surprisingly that wasn't how I died, I ended up getting food poisoning from some moldy cheese." 

"Bummer, must have stunk when you got wind ya died. Got any family down there?" 

"Well.. No, I'm not sure if they're still alive or were sent to the deeper depths of hell but I haven't seen them. Not that I'd like to see most of them again." 

"Wow, hey I got a swell idea. How about I be your dad? You can live on earth and I'll teach ya everything you need to know about being human! You can even call me Pops."

"Pops... Uh... Okay..." 

"If you don't want to call me that, it's chill. I'm not going to force you to." Wheeler said as he noticed the awkwardness in Duke's voice. "Well, it's not that it's just you liked being called Wheelie." 

"Oh, yeah, but you're basically my son and people usually call their parents by things like, idk, pops, dad, padre." 

Duke just sat on the couch thinking about this. "But which would you actually prefer?" The demon asked. "Bruh, just call me whatever. It doesn't really matter." 

 Duke, noticing the subtle tone shift, thought that he had made Wheeler upset at him. And that wasn't good since he was his new dad and he thought that if he made his new dad upset he'd act like his old dad. from this he curled into a ball, repeating 'I'm sorry', bracing for what he was expecting would be a hit or something. 

"Wha-Duke are you okay? What's wrong?" Wheeler asked, confused. He looked at Harl. "Did I say something wrong?" 

"No, I think it's a trauma response to his old dad. Or it could be the undiagnosed autism." Harl responded. "I know all the medical information of most of the people in this city so that's how I know that."

Gently reaching for the demon, the older mortal felt Duke flinch from his touch. "It's okay, I won't hurt you. I'm not upset or anything." He told the distraught demon, placing a hand on his soft hair. "We're getting ya some professional therapy, since you're now my son I'll be taking extra good care of ya." 

Duke's puffy eyes looked up, slowly uncurling to give his new dad a hug. "Pops Wheelie." 

"Yeah little dude?" 

"... Can we get ice cream?"Before Wheeler could respond, the TV changed to the news channel. 

"I'm Gabby Tocamera live at city hall, where after one too many summonings from our famed multibillionaires has lead to the mayor declaring that angels and demons are free to live in the city. Just as long as they can control their influential powers, isn't that nice? We've got the supernatural among us, who knows what else will happen today?" 

 It was great and super convenient news to the three, as they were about to ask how Duke would see a doctor without blowing his cover. "Ya want me to come with ya to the therapist?" 

"Erm, yes. I really don't want to be alone when I see them."

"Aight so I know this therapist like pretty closely, I used to go to him like two months ago and he's pretty good." Wheeler said. "Why would you need therapy?" Duke asked. "We can talk about that later. Now we gotta see this guy." 

After an thirty minutes of getting there and an hour session of therapy, Duke vented a bit. But on the way back Duke brought up Wheeler's therapy. "So, why did you need therapy? If you don't mind me asking." The demon asked. "Well that's a complicated story. I used to be young once, right, but I wasn't like how I am today. I was a total stick in the mud but not on my own accord." He started as they waddled. "Y'see my dad had, and probably still has high expectations for me that I couldn't reach since he absolutely didn't like me having fun since if I didn't work all the time I'd be homeless, and then I lost myself within myself, so after I ran away from him I went to therapy." He continued. 

"I can't imagine you being super serious. My old dad always assumed I was dumb, I didn't perform well in school and didn't know how to interact with others. He said I wouldn't amount to anything." Duke admitted, patting his round belly. "The last I saw him he was deeper in hell, the first layer where the irredeemable people go." 

"Guess both of our pops didn't think we'd make it. Boy they sure were wrong! Now how about that ice cream I promised ya?" The older man chuckled, ruffling his hair. "My treat."