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Staring at the Sun / Adam x Lute Chapter 2

Summary: After the battle, Lute attempts to flee with Adam. They find themselves unable to return to Heaven and must adjust to life in Hell.

AN: Happy St. Patrick's Day! Hazbin and Helluva have not left my head in days lol I am consumed by this series

Warnings: Violence, gore, 18+ eventually, Adam-typical misogyny eventually

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Lute awoke suddenly, overwhelmed by the feeling of sweat drenching her body. She did not feel the heavy weight of her armor upon her person. The room was dark, rays of soft red light passing through the window blinds.

Every part of her body screamed in pain. She had never felt pain like this before in her immortal life. Was she dead? Dying? Was this what death felt like for humans?

She looked around the room, eyes adjusting slowly. There were very few times she had been in the dark in her life; there was no darkness in heaven. Even when sleeping there would always be a muted heavenly glow from the windows.

Her left forearm ached and a searing pain shot down from her shoulder. She went to grab her left arm with her right hand but found nothing but the bed sheets where her left arm would have been.

Her arm.

She had lost her fucking arm.

How could she have forgotten that?

Tears welled in her eyes and she felt her breathing increase its pace. The walls felt as though they were closing in. Her mouth began to go dry (She didn’t know it could do that).

“Fuck,” She whimpered, holding the tears that threatened to spill. Her right arm slowly moved up the bed, tracing the sheet patterns where her left arm would have lay. She felt…bandages?

The sudden contact on her left stump left her recoiling in pain. “Fuck.”

She had never felt so human. Was this how humans constantly felt during their pitiful existence?

Her eyes scanned the room and— what was that? A shadow looming over the foot of the bed? Not possible, definitely seeing things due to the pain. Lute huffed and sat up in the bed, wincing. She sat up on unsteady feet and unfurled her wings. They stretched out, cracking as though they had never been used.

Fuck!

She had to escape. She had to find—

Adam!

Where was Adam?

Was he—

He couldn't be dead. He couldn't die. Fuck.

Lute began walking, her legs shaky. Her armor had been removed leaving only the gray and black exorcist dress.

She reached for the door and attempted to turn the knob. It wouldn't budge.

“Fuck!” She screamed, uncaring how loud she was or if she alerted her captors. She kicked at the door and rammed her right shoulder as hard as she could to get the door to budge.

“Adam!” She screamed, tears finally allowing themselves to leak from her eyes. She clawed at the door with her right hand until her nails bled and the drops of blood traveled down her arm.

“Fucking face me you dickless bastards,” She screamed, pushing into the door. Her eyes widened when she felt something grab around her body, pinning her arm and wings down to her sides. All of the heat felt as though it was being sucked from her body as her captor pulled her tighter. She looked down to see that her captor wasn’t a person at all but rather shadowy tendrils.

She tried to resist its grip, but the shadow pulled her even tighter. “Let go of me!”

“Only if you play nice,” A voice said on the other side of the door. The voice was odd, as though it was being played through a radio. She thrashed against the shadows. “Of course, you could always keep resisting, my shadows have been quite invigorated since our recent showdown.”

“Fuck you,” Lute spit out. The voice outside the door chuckled.

“Suit yourself,” The voice replied growing darker and more demonic. The shadows flooded her senses and entered her ears, her mouth, and her nose like a thick, cold smog. She felt so cold, so hopeless in a way she could never have imagined. Images flooded her mind.

Adam dead. Her exorcist sisters slain. The fall.

She could feel herself re-living the fall all over again but instead of blacking out as she had previously, she watched herself descend. Her wings were no longer working. She tried to scream but nothing came out. Or was she screaming? She could no longer tell anymore.

“Alastor, I think maybe this is the wrong tactic,” Another voice said on the other side of the door, slightly panicked. “Maybe you could let me and Vaggie handle this.”

Lute heard a sigh and almost immediately the shadow began to release her. She was back in the room she had awoken in and was able to see clearly without the distorted views of the shadows. She took in a deep breath and sputtered and coughed, feeling as though she was breathing for the first time.

Lute fell to the ground. She felt as though all of her energy had been drained by the shadow creature. She felt herself shiver and could do nothing about it,

“Lute, it's Charlie. Could we come in?”

Lute didn’t answer but instead crawled to the other side of the room to get as far away from the door as possible.

Another knock on the door. “We’re coming in whether you want us to or not.”

That was Vaggie. Lute could recognize that voice anywhere. Fucking little traitor. Lute wasn’t given long to contemplate as the door was pushed open and in rushed Princess of Hell and her stupid little girlfriend.

The Princess waved at her, a tentative smile on her face. “Um, Hi. I’m Charlie, um just in case you didn’t remember my name.”

Lute eyed her warily.

“And I know you remember, Vaggie.” The fallen angel in question had her lip curled and she stared down at Lute. She held an angelic spear in her hands and pointed it Lute’s way.

“Here to finish the job, Vaggie? Since you were too weak to finish me off before?” Lute sneered.

Vaggie opened her mouth but before she could Charlie jumped between the two angels. “No no no, no one is finishing anything.”

No one said anything.

“Right, Vaggie?” Charlie asked once more, sending her girlfriend a pleading look. Vaggie sighed and lowered her weapon. Charlie smiled at her brightly before turning to Lute.

“Now Lute, I know you’re still recovering and all and probably still feel really crummy and are wondering about Adam—”

The name was barely out of the Hell Princess’ mouth before Lute jumped up and grabbed one of her shoulders. She had never realized how much Charlie towered over her and the other exorcists. Vaggie once again raised her spear, murder blazing in her eyes.

“Let go of her!”

“Where is Adam?!”

The two angels screamed at the same time. A line of sweat had started to form on Charlie’s brow. She let out an uncomfortably awkward laugh and slowly reached up to remove Lute’s hand from her shoulder.

“Adam is alive, Lute.”

Lute could only stare up at the Princess, her eyes wide in disbelief.

“He’s alive?” She whispered to no one in particular. Charlie turned her head to Vaggie and made a motion with her hands. Vaggie begrudgingly lowered the spear once again.

“He is, Lute,” Charlie said softly. She motioned to touch Lute’s good shoulder, but Lute flinched away from Charlie’s kindness. Charlie dropped her hand. “My dad caught you both when we noticed you start to fall.”

Lute met Charlie’s eyes. “Why would he do that?”

Charlie gave her a confused smile. “It’s the right thing to do.”

Lute narrowed her eyes but said nothing, lost in thought. What could Lucifer and his hellspawn have to gain from saving them?

“We couldn’t do much about your arm except bandage it. I actually have an Uncle who knows a thing or two about prosthetics if that would be something you’re—”

“And Adam?” Lute interrupted as her injuries were of little concern. Her leader, her oldest friend was alive. He was alive.

“His injuries were a little more extensive. He still hasn’t woken up yet; my dad thinks it might take a few more days. But we’ve gotten him bandaged up and have been checking up on him pretty often.” Lute nodded, her mind running a mile a minute.

“I can take you to see him if you’d like,” Charlie offered.

“Charlie,” Vaggie said, reaching out for her girlfriend’s arm. “Are you sure about this?”

Charlie smiled at her girlfriend and nodded. “Trust me.”

“Yes, I need to see him.”

Charlie, Vaggie, and Lute walked to the room where Adam was being kept. It was only a few doors down from Lute’s room. She made a mental note of the door and hallway, looking for potential escape options or weapons if needed. A cold chill crept up behind Lute and she knew it had to be the shadow creature once more. She stilled and heard a low laugh emit behind her.

Charlie seemed to notice her hesitation as she looked behind Lute and waved her hands at the shadow creature. “Shoo!”

The chill dissipated almost immediately and Lute could feel the warmth rush back into her body. Charlie frowned. “I’m so sorry about that, I don’t know what’s gotten into Alastor’s shadows. I’ll have to talk to him. Anyways, this is Adam’s room.”

Vaggie opened the door and stood aside, letting Lute walk in. Adam lay on the bed, his breathing somewhat labored. He was pale and his eyes had darker circles under them than she had ever seen. His face had multiple cuts and bruises in multiple stages of healing. His hair was tousled, though it looked as if it had been cleaned of dirt and blood.

Lute inched closer, taking in his injured form. He was covered by a blanket but she could still see bandages peeking out from under the covers. She pulled them back slowly to reveal his bandaged chest. The bandages were clean so someone in the hotel must have been changing them regularly. On his right shoulder, there was a handprint-shaped bruise.

Charlie cleared her throat, noticing where Lute’s gaze was held. “That’s where my dad caught him.”

Lute nodded. She pulled the covers back up and sat on the edge of the bed. She reached out her right hand (her only hand), and ran her fingers softly through his hair. She had never touched his hair before but now she didn’t know what else to do or what other kind of comfort she could give. Her eyes never left his chest as she counted his breaths.

At the door, Charlie and Vaggie whispered.

“It's not like she's going to leave while he's still unconscious,” Charlie argued. Vaggie gave her an exasperated look.

“I don’t trust her.” Vaggie replied, crossing her arms.

“Then trust me, please Vaggie. This hotel is about redemption and second chances.” Charlie pleaded, her eyes growing wide with desperation.

Lute glanced over at the pair. Noticing they had been speaking too loud, they lowered their voices even further (though Princess Morningstar inherited her lack of subtlety honestly). She returned her gaze to her fallen commander.

“Dinner is about to be served if you want to join,” Charlie offered. Lute shook her head without looking at the pair.

“I’d like to stay here.”

“Absolutely no—”

“Of course!” Charlie replied, cutting off Vaggie. “I can bring you a plate up!”

Lute heard Vaggie grumble (forever an ornery bitch), but the pair left her alone with Adam. They did leave the door open though, as if closing the door would make a difference.

Lute looked down at him, tears welling in her eyes. “I’m so sorry Adam, I should have done better.”

When Charlie returned with a bowl of Alastor’s famous Gumbo (second only to his famous Jambalaya), she was met with the sight of Lute sitting at the foot of Adam’s bed, Her eyes were closed and her head lay against the footboard of the bed. Her right arm braced a lamp (of all things) at the door and her wings were furled around her. Maybe as a weapon to protect Adam.

Poor Lute, always on guard for Adam even when injured herself.

Charlie gave a sad smile and left the Gumbo near Lute to have when she eventually woke. Despite Vaggie’s warning, she even decided to close the door to allow the pair some privacy.

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