#the infernal hierarchy of hell
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Now in Technicolor
Hazbin Hotel and Helluva Boss x Reader Insert
“Tune in folks! demons and damned souls, welcome back to the sultry airwaves of Hell's very own station. I must say, dear listeners, Hell has a certain charm, doesn't it? A cacophony of screams, the crackle of flames, and the subtle whispers of secrets that linger in the shadows. It's a splendid orchestra of despair, and I am here to be your guide through the infernal playlist”
You expected the man to be insane but you didn't expect him to be so unshameful.
“So, grab a pitchfork, kick back, and let the music of the damned serenade your darkened souls! Now let's talk about my latest massacre-”
As of the moment you're not actually with him. Though him doing his broadcast that reigns in all of hell almost feels like he's still beside you all along. As your point of freedom away from your family you decided it was best to get to know hell from the very people that walked the streets.
Since he began taking you under his wing, you decided to stay with him till you find your place to settle down.
You were an early riser so the radio was not really a bother. The weird universal agreement to decide night and day here is such a fascination to you. Nevertheless being hell meant there was never a time without someone awake causing chaos. The game plan of working your way up the charts is what your dad always said while growing up, "Don't take shit from other demons”. Starting with that is to gain a more hopeful advantage in knowing the people.
“Watch this!” a really grimy voice screamed out. Looking that way you could see a few imps running around gathering people's attention.
One taller than the average imp stood with horns adorned in flickering embers, cackling with glee as he addressed his chaotic minions. "Listen up, you fiendish crap! I think it's time to start a new and take back what should be rightfully ours”
In the heart of pentagram city, the joy that you get from seeing the disaster is always so fulfilling. You may be new to these parts but boy does it give you a rush.
A sleek abyssal demon slinked through the crowd, leaving a trail of illusions in its wake. The demon could not only morph into various grotesque forms but the path that it was leaving behind was startling and amusing onlookers. As it danced between the dimensions of reality and illusion, confused demons stumbled into each other, inadvertently causing a chain reaction of minor skirmishes and squabbles. But what you didn't expect was for him to come up to you.
“They do this every week, by now it should get through their heads no one is going to listen” His voice was deep. It was such a buttery kind of smooth.
“I don't know there seems to be a crowd starting” with a smile you look up at him to see an amused look on his face.
The scene in front of you did intrigue you a lot. The bottom of the food chain in hell trying to make a voice for themselves. Their treatment is a peculiar mix of disdain and indifference. Larger demons may kick an imp out of the way without a second thought or summon them with a snap of their fingers for trivial purposes. Imps are often subjected to the capricious whims of their more powerful counterparts, enduring cruel pranks and occasional bouts of aggression.
Though you never thought that, though treated as the lowest rung of the demonic hierarchy, imps often find themselves at the mercy of their more powerful counterparts. They serve as the labor force, taking on a myriad of roles and responsibilities that range from menial tasks to dangerous assignments. Whether it's cleaning the twisted architecture of demonic structures or scurrying about as messengers delivering missives between the higher-ups, imps are ubiquitous fixtures in the daily hustle of Hell
“The pride ring is the top show in these parts and what do we get?! We get booted to the side and have to deal with the hypocrisy of these stupid standards!!” Those who spoke up before started chanting about rights for imps.
Certainly something that you would stand behind. Maybe it's a closed minded thought process but what was the point of souls from earth having more respect than the ones from here?
The heartbreaking sight was to see them run out. Demons of all kinds were starting to riot against them. In the face of adversity, the mischievous imps vowed to continue their antics, proving that even the smallest creatures could leave an indelible mark on the tumultuous canvas of Hell The Hellraisers disappear into the chaotic crowd, leaving a trail of bewildered demons and a street strewn with toppled stalls. with mayhem reigning supreme in the darkened streets.
“It's stupid and kinda sad to watch” The man stood beside you huffing out.
“Aren't you a hypocrite, you're an earthborn yourself aren't you?” the ego that these people have never stops amazing you everyday.
“Yeah… just because I'm here doesn't mean I'm set in stone as a bad person… Though looking at you, I'd guess you're like myself but you look almost a little too perfect for a human” crossing his arms he looked at you.
“That's because im-! You know who you are anyways dickbag” This guy was seriously putting you off. Comparing you to whatever those disappointments are.
“Pump the hate breaks… I'm Walter by the way.. Since you asked." The cadence of his voice was so politician based that it could lead you to go insane.
As the chaos unfolded around you, Walter's nonchalant demeanor seemed to contrast sharply with the tumultuous scene. The imps' attempts to rally for their rights had escalated into a full-blown street brawl, with demons of varying sizes and shapes joining the fray. The air resonated with shouts, roars, and the occasional yelp from an imp caught in the crossfire.
"Quite the spectacle they're putting on, isn't it?" Walter questions raising an eyebrow
You observed the chaos with a mix of fascination and concern. The imps were outnumbered and outmatched, yet their resilience and determination to stand up against the status quo intrigued you.
"Yeah, it is," you replied, eyes still fixed on the scene. "Seems like they're fed up with being pushed around."
Walter chuckled, a dry sound that echoed through the cacophony. "Oh, they've been trying to make a statement for ages. It's almost cute."
"Cute?" You shot him a disapproving look. "They're fighting for their rights. It's not cute; it's necessary."
Walter's gaze lingered on you for a moment before he shrugged, unimpressed. "Necessary, maybe. But in Hell, it's a matter of survival. Those little imps are just making noise in a world that won't listen."
The riot continued to escalate, with fiery projectiles, illusions, and general pandemonium swirling around. Amidst the chaos, a trio of larger demons emerged, their expressions twisted into malicious grins.
"Looks like the big guns are stepping in. This is where it gets interesting." you said while stepping back to not get caught in the crossfire. Values and morals aside, sometimes seeing stuff play out is widely more interesting than anything else. Fuck you sounded sadistic.
The trio of demons seemed to relish the opportunity to quash the imp uprising. With a wave of their hands, they conjured dark energy, sending shockwaves through the crowd of imps. You could see the smaller demons being tossed aside like ragdolls, their attempts at resistance quickly crushed.
You felt a surge of empathy for the imps, caught in a cycle of oppression and rebellion. However, Walter's detached demeanor left you conflicted. Was he merely observing the chaos, or did he revel in the anarchy that unfolded before him?
Leaning into you his dark haze felt almost suffocating. "Well, darling, what do you think? Will the imps triumph or become another forgotten footnote in Hell's sordid history?"
The question lingered in the air, emphasizing the harsh reality of Hell's hierarchy. The imps' plight seemed both desperate and valiant, a stark reminder that even in Hell, some fought for a semblance of dignity and recognition.
“Whatever, if this is just a game to you, I hope your luck runs out” you remark before heading out of the city center. Being around him made you miss the annoying voice of alastor.
Walking away from him was the easiest thing that you could do. His attempt to engage you in conversation, using terms like "darling" with a sly smile, only added to your growing irritation. It felt like he was mocking not only the imps but also your own principles and values.
The crimson glow of dawn began to seep through the curtains of Alastor's luxurious suite of his radio booth, signaling the end of another night's radio broadcast. The room, adorned with vintage furnishings and an air of refined chaos, bore witness to the aftermath of Alastor's nocturnal endeavors.
reclined in an opulent armchair, a contented smirk playing on his lips. The room still echoed with the faint whispers of his charismatic voice, which had reached every corner of Hell during the broadcast. The radio equipment, adorned with dials and adorned in a distinct retro aesthetic, hummed softly, now temporarily dormant.
Alastor found his thoughts occasionally drifting to the enigmatic (Y/n). a peculiar newcomer to Hell or at least to what he thinks. had managed to capture the attention of the radio demon in a way that he couldn't quite dismiss. The glimmers of defiance in (Y/n)'s gaze during their encounters had not gone unnoticed. Alastor, who revealed in the unexpected and the unconventional, found a peculiar satisfaction in the mystery that surrounded them. In Hell, where familiarity often bred contempt, the unknown was a rare and exhilarating novelty.
As the first rays of dawn bathed the room in a warm glow, Alastor's posture shifted. He rose from the chair, his movements graceful and deliberate. Despite the seemingly chaotic nature of his radio persona, there was an undeniable elegance to his every action.
Alastor pondered the significance of this newcomer's journey through the infernal landscape. Why could he feel such raw power? Though why is it that he is reminded of himself when thinking about them.
Walking over to a nearby table, Alastor poured himself a cup of tea. The delicate porcelain clinked softly against the saucer as he sipped the hot beverage. The tranquility of the moment contrasted with the lively chaos he had orchestrated just hours ago.
Thinking back to last night, With a casual flick of his wrist, when he summoned ethereal tendrils that danced like shadows in the night. These spectral appendages slithered through the air, reaching out to the trembling souls and ensnaring them in a web of malevolent energy. The very fabric of reality seemed to warp under his influence, distorting the surroundings into a nightmarish landscape.
Alastor's mind, ever calculating, reflected on the success of the night's broadcast. The intertwining melodies of jazz and hellish commentary had woven a tapestry of entertainment, capturing the attention of listeners from the lowliest imps to the loftiest demons. The echoes of laughter and applause lingered in his mind like a symphony of souls.
As the jazz tunes from a nearby record player filled the air, Alastor reclined in his chair, a sly grin playing on his lips. The prospect of weaving the reader into the ongoing narrative of Hell sparked a mischievous glint in his eyes. (Y/n), in their apparent defiance of the expected norms, had become a wild card in the devil's deck of amusement.
Getting up to Leisurely strolling through the lavish suite, Alastor glanced at a vintage record player. He selected a vinyl record, the soothing crackle of the needle finding its groove as the melodic tunes of an old jazz number filled the room. The music, a stark departure from the energetic chaos of his radio show, created an ambiance of refined tranquility.
From below his window he sees these peculiar picture shows from down below.
"My, my, attempting to disturb the delicate balance of my little corner of Hell? How utterly quaint.”
“Hey! I'm back! Damn, is it a lively scene out there,” you call out as you stride into your shared living space.
Alastor, reclining on a vintage armchair, smirks in response. "Ah, my dear (Y/n), chaos is the very essence of this delightful realm. One must learn to appreciate the symphony of suffering that plays around us."
"Yeah, well, it's just something that I'll make work in my hand,” you reply, taking a moment to glance around the eclectic decor of your hellish abode.
With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Alastor stands up abruptly. "I know you just got back, but we are going out!" His enthusiasm is palpable, and you can tell he has something interesting in mind.
“Wait, I think I had my share—” you try to speak out before being abruptly grabbed by the arm.
“Come on, my dear!” In a flash, you find yourself whisked out of the apartment, leaving behind the familiar surroundings for whatever adventure Alastor has in store.
"Alastor, where are we even going?" you asked, trying to keep up with his brisk pace. His usual grin widened, revealing a hint of mischief.
"Patience, my dear (Y/n). I have something intriguing to show you," Alastor replied, his voice carrying an air of secrecy.
He turned to face you, his expression unreadable. "I thought it would be delightful to pay a visit to our esteemed TV demon. After all, shouldn't we take a look at all kinds of media?"
Before you could voice your reservations, Alastor pushed open the doors of the Vox Network headquarters, leading you into the opulent reception area. The robotic sentinels stood guard, and Vox's voice echoed through the room.
"Ah, Alastor! A pleasure to have you in the building! , What a delightful surprise," a booming voice echoed from the center of the room. Vox, the flamboyant TV demon, materialized in a cloud of static. His slick, metallic appearance glowed in an array of colors, and his screen-like face displayed a perpetually changing expression. his screen displaying a charismatic smile.
Vox extended a hand towards Alastor. the radio demon simply walked past to which earned a small glitch seen at the corner of his screen.
“Seems you've brought a pet?” The fact that no one knew who you were was starting to get on your nerves. Calling you a pet? Well that's something that will make you riot.
In the face of Vox's condescending remark, you felt a spark of irritation flicker within you. Alastor's dismissal of the TV demon's extended hand had left a peculiar glitch on Vox's screen, a subtle indication that the flamboyant host wasn't accustomed to being ignored.
"No one's anyone's pet," you retorted, asserting yourself in the opulent reception area. The robotic sentinels glanced in your direction, their mechanical eyes narrowing as if registering an unexpected anomaly.
Vox's screen shifted to an intrigued expression, the colors dancing in an erratic display. "Ah, a voice from the shadows! I must confess, I wasn't aware we had a new player in this delightful game."
Alastor, leaning against a holographic display, observed the unfolding interaction with a glint of amusement in his eyes. "She's no pet, Vox. Just someone with a taste for chaos and curiosity about your little empire."
Vox chuckled, the sound reverberating through the sleek surroundings. "Chaos and curiosity, my favorite combination! How intriguing! So, (Y/n), what brings you into our glamorous world today?"
You crossed your arms, a defiant gleam in your eyes. "I'm not here to be entertained or become anyone's spectacle if thats what youre thinking.”
Alastor stepped in “We just thought we'd see what all the fuss is about."
Vox's screen displayed a mix of amusement and curiosity. "A renegade spirit, I like it! But you're in the presence of yours truly and We don't do small things here. Let's skip the foreplay and get into it. How about a little deal? I'll make you an offer you can't refuse."
You eyed Vox skeptically, wary of the gleam in his screen. Alastor, seemingly unfazed, glanced at you with a sly grin. "Go on, (Y/n), entertain his offer. He has no power or specialty. We might find something amusing in his little game."
“Ok first fuck you alastor and no way in the seven rings would I join you I wouldnt join anyone” The prospect of dealing with Vox made your skin crawl, but the allure of navigating Hell's media empire intrigued you.
Vox's screen flickered with a mix of surprise and subtle annoyance as you firmly rejected his proposition. The colors on his metallic visage swirled in a display of shifting hues, mirroring the complex emotions running through the TV demon's circuits.
"Well, well, aren't you a feisty one, Are you sure about not joining anyone? You seem like a loyal dog to that freak" Vox mused
Your resolve remains unshaken, and you meet Vox's screen with a defiant gaze. "I don't need your offers, Vox. I'll find my own way through Hell's chaos."
Vox's laughter echoed through the opulent reception area, a mix of genuine amusement and an underlying sense of challenge. "Very well, (Y/n). Should you change your mind or seek a taste of the limelight, you know where to find me.”
What a bitch… At this point you were at your limit so you walked out to the side of the room to not entertain this conversation. The fucking nerve of these people. Even Alastor was being a little bit of a shit at the moment.
“There's a certain allure to the unknown, wouldn't you say?" Vox pondered aloud, his screen displaying a charismatic smile.
Alastor, still leaning against the holographic display, turned to you with a smirk. "Well done, my dear.”
Alastor's antlers grew as he stood before Vox, his crimson eyes piercing
"Ah, Vox, my dear fellow," Alastor began, his voice carrying a melodic tone laced with a subtle threat. "I hope you enjoyed the rejection dance my little friend here performed. Now, let's get one thing clear – I don't dance to anyone's tune, especially not yours. You might be the new shiny toy right now but people always come back to the original"
Vox's screen glitched momentarily, revealing a flicker of irritation.
"What's the meaning of this, Alastor?" Vox demanded, his voice losing some of its usual charisma and taking on a sharper edge. "You come here and start bitching at me about not joining me?! We've already established that”
“You underestimate the consequences of refusing me, Alastor," Vox hissed, his voice losing its previous charm entirely. "This will be my realm to control, and those who reject my advances often find themselves in a far less favorable position."
Alastor chuckled, the sound echoing in the extravagant reception area. "Consequences, Vox? I've faced worse in my time. Your attempts to control the narrative may work on the masses, but not on someone who knows the art of chaos."
As Alastor turned to leave, Vox seethed with frustration. The TV demon couldn't fathom being denied, and Alastor's rejection left a lingering tension in the air. Vox's screen displayed an animated storm of chaotic colors.
A surge of annoyance swept over you. Alastor's encouragement of Vox and his apparent amusement at the situation grated on the reader's nerves. The reader couldn't fathom why he enabled the TV demon's actions especially considering the TV demon's manipulative and self-serving nature. To make matters worse it really felt like he was making fun of you.
“Fuck off Alastor”
"(Y/n), this is Hell, and power here is earned through deals and influence. If you want to make your mark, you have to start making deals," Alastor advised in a tone that was both casual and instructional. His words resonated with a hint of amusement, as if he relished the idea of the reader navigating the treacherous landscape of Hell.
“I'm not some social experiment, why are you still here?” however, was taken aback by Alastor's nonchalant attitude toward the situation. The idea of making deals in exchange for souls seemed like a slippery slope, and the reader wasn't sure if they were ready to embrace such a cutthroat approach
“Embrace it, and you'll see just how intoxicating the taste of power can be." he replied
If they were to survive and thrive in Hell, understanding the art of making deals was a necessary skill. With a determined nod, they acknowledged Alastor's guidance.
"Alright, Alastor. Teach me the ropes. I might as well learn how to play this game if I'm going to survive in Hell," the reader conceded, a resolute glint in their eyes.
“Im staying with you, but if you even think about being an ass while other people are around you're going to be counting your last minutes”
“Doll, if you can barely stand up for yourself, I don't think I have anything to worry about,” he laughed out.
He's seriously pushing your buttons right now.
“As an overlord, you have dominion over a specific territory or domain within Hell. This grants you considerable authority and control over the demons and souls, you want that right? Power?” he asked.
All of a sudden you heard a loud bash of commotion coming from a group of demons that appeared to be fighting.
Pushing through the crowd, they discovered a group of demons surrounding none other than Walter.
One of the larger demons, a hulking figure with horns resembling twisted spires, look with disdain. "This fool thinks he can waltz into our territory and act like he owns the place."
Walter, bloodied but defiant, attempted to maintain his composure. "Now, now, gentlemen, there's no need for such hostility. Let's talk this out civilly."
The demons surrounding Walter scoffed at his attempts at diplomacy, clearly unimpressed. The reader couldn't help but feel a surge of annoyance at Walter's earlier arrogance.
"Perhaps, my dear (Y/n), we should let this play out. It's always entertaining to witness the ebb and flow of power dynamics in Hell," Alastor mused, his eyes glinting with a sinister delight.
"Come on! Do something about this!!, you can't just stand there and watch!" Walter's voice cracked with a mixture of pain and panic as he pleaded for help.
"My, my, Walter, seems like you've landed yourself in quite a bind. Who would have thought our charismatic friend would face such a predicament?" you said out loud
“please! I'm not cut out for this kind of roughing up!" Walter's words were desperate, his eyes pleading for intervention. The demons surrounding him laughed, reveling in his vulnerability
“Oh please you were such a bigshot earlier, get yourself out of this mess”
ignoring the demons' taunts, you whispered out a proposal which the smoked and leaned in closer to Walter and whispered the terms of the deal. The specifics echoed in the demonic air, forming an unspoken pact that hung heavy in the atmosphere.
"Deal," Walter agreed, relief washing over him as the terms were settled. The demons, though momentarily confused, soon found themselves turned to dust.
Alastor observed the scene with a raised brow, intrigued by the sudden turn of events. The reader's willingness to strike a deal for Walter's soul added a new layer of complexity
Looking back up to him and smiled, “is this what you wanted?”
As Alastor continued to observe the chaotic scene unfolding before him, a smirk played on his lips. The demons surrounding Walter, still reveling in the prospect of his impending downfall, were oblivious to the subtle yet profound shift in the power dynamics.
"Well, well, it seems you've decided to make a deal. How delightful!" Alastor chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. The atmosphere shifted, charged with an unspoken agreement between you and Walter.
“Now, now, gentlemen, let's not keep our eager audience waiting. After all, this is shaping up to be quite the dramatic performance,” Alastor commented looking at the rest of the demons that just fell dead, staring at the corpses with a dark amusement lacing his words. He leaned casually against a nearby demonic structure, his radio-like grin widening.
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Fizzmodeus
Somehow in the infernal landscape of Hell, the relationship between Fizzarolli and Asmodeus, stands out as a sweet love story for the ages.
They were first introduced in the episode 'Ozzie's'. Despite their public disdain for sentimental relationships, they are entangled in a secret romance that defies Hell's social hierarchy and expectations. At first, Fizz and Asmodeus appeared as massive hypocrites, mocking others for their romantic endeavors while secretly harboring their own.
Fizzarolli's life was marked by a traumatic experience with fire, resulting in losing his horns and cybernetic replacements. As he thought Blitzo abandoned him to burn, Fizz began to develop a deep resentment towards his former best friend. Despite his normal jovial nature Fizzarolli suffers from extreme self-worth and self-image issues, the latter of which mostly originating from the severe injuries he received from a circus fire that he was involved in when he was younger. Because of this, he feels like he needs to do whatever Mammon tells him to do, as he feels he must repay the man for all the fame and success being his brand figure has brought, despite how horribly he is treated.
Working under Mammon, the Sin of Greed, further complicates his identity when Fizz became a symbol of Mammon's brand. The cost of fame weighs heavily on him, as public scrutiny and the demands of celebrity challenge his sense of self and personal values. Asmodeus' title as the Sin of Lust comes with its own set of expectations, yet his love for Fizzarolli transcends these. His protective instincts are often on display, particularly when Fizzarolli is in danger or vulnerable. Despite the initial portrayal of their relationship as hypocritical, the secret romance between Fizzarolli and Asmodeus is depicted as both sweet and healthy.
Despite one being a demon prince and one being an imp, and also portraying their partnership in public as purely lustful, Fizzarolli and Asmodeus' relationship is actually as healthy and romantic if not more so than Moxxie and Millie's, where the two are equals who look out for each other. Asmodeus' even lets Fizzarolli go out in public without him or an escort to defend him, despite Ozzie's concerns, because Fizzarolli wants to go alone, a far cry from if Ozzie truly didn't care about Fizzy beyond having sex with him. It's like if Stolas and Blitzø managed to work things out between them and had things be not so rocky.
Hard to believe, but aside from sex jokes, occasional rudeness and his grudge towards his former best friend, Fizzarolli stayed as nice and innocent as he was in childhood, despite all of his trauma. He does admit that it was difficult and challenging at first, but Fizzarolli finding someone who cared so much about him has led to him feeling like he leads a good life.
The relationship between Fizzarolli and Asmodeus is not without its trials. Asmodeus's deep concern for Fizzarolli's well-being is evident when Fizzarolli is taken hostage, an event that ignites Asmodeus's fury and prompts him to take drastic measures to secure Fizzarolli's safety. This protective streak is further shown in their interactions with Mammon, another Prince of Hell, whose abusive and manipulative behavior towards Fizzarolli causes Asmodeus to harbor intense animosity towards him.
In Season 2, Asmodeus reassuring Fizz at the beginning that he doesn't have to worry about being "perfect" for Mammon because perfection is impossible, and that he deserves a break or vacation without having to fend off creeps constantly.
Asmodeus' line when he rephrases his actual feelings in regard to Fizz being in Mammon's clown contest: "I don't like how many creeps you have now, thanks to Mammon. And I don't like designing sex toys with your likeness for him. Pretty sure you feel the same"; this one line has numerous, subtle but still important subtext that really shows how much Asmodeus cares for and respects Fizzarolli. Just the fact that Asmodeus is being honest about his feelings about Fizzarolli being in Mammon's competition.
In most forms of media, when someone doesn't like something that their significant other is doing, they’ll either dance around it until they can’t take it anymore and/or even lie to get their partner to stop. But Asmodeus doesn't do that - when his initial plea doesn't work, he gets straight to the point of him not liking it but in a healthy and mature manner. He doesn't put any blame on Fizzarolli for his own discomfort, instead putting it all rightly on Mammon's greedy shoulders.
Asmodeus' dislike over Fizzarolli as Mammon's brand figure not only comes from a place of concern and worry but respect. In the second sentence of his above-mentioned line, he mentions he does not like having sex toys in Fizz's likeness. Given that he's the King of Lust, one would think he would hardly care, but he does. Because it's his boyfriend using in such a way. Asmodeus also makes sure to note that he's also aware that Fizzarolli doesn't like the sex-bots as well. He's acknowledging not only his own discomfort but his partner's.
After acting like everything's all righr for the majority of the episode and having a full-on panic attack in his dressing room, Fizz finally pours out his insecurities to Asmodeus, telling him that he's terrified of losing him if he doesn't win the pageant because he feels that Ozzie's only with him because of who he is under Mammon's patronage. He even yanks his jester hat off - revealing his scarred, splotchy head and the jagged stumps of what remains of his horns - in an attempt to show Ozzie what he believes he is without Mammon: an ugly, broken, worthless imp.
"Crooked" is a sweet, simple song where Asmodeus and Fizz admit that while they both have their flaws and insecurities.
Asmodeus reassures him of his worth and publicly declares his love, a bold move that underscores the depth of his feelings and his willingness to face potential consequences for the sake of their relationship. Instead of the crowd being shocked or mocking the two, they are all instead excited and reveal they already had theories on it.
Crimson did call Ozzie's relationship with Fizz "the worst-kept secret in all of Hell." Nearly everyone in the crowd probably already knew or at least suspected. Which makes their reaction all the more heartwarming because it's acceptance. One of Ozzie's main worries was being seen as a hypocrite for being the incarnation of carnal hedonism while having a loving, monogamous relationship. It turns out nobody thinks that at all. The King of Lust has fallen in love, and everybody is happy for him.
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Raphael Theory
Raphael is not a just cambion.
Evidence –
First evidence is his ability to create contracts. We can see from the in game cambion, Mizora, who works on behalf of Zariel, that she herself is not capable of granting power or creating contracts. In order to amend her contract with Wyll she requires witnesses.
With Raphael we see regular independent contract making. From his contract with the Infernal Mason: which causes Raphael to lead an army against the Goddess of Loss, to his contract to Yurgir, a powerful baatezu (Devils, natural inhabitants of Baator) in his own right, Raphael answers to, seemingly, no one, and exerts as much power as he likes, when he likes.
Continuing with his contract with the Infernal Mason, first we see a “cambion”, which tend to fall quite low on the hierarchy tree of baatezu, *having*, *controlling*, and *mobilising* an army of fiends onto the mortal plane to contradict a goddess’s will. He addresses Yurgir as ‘commander’ before the fight in the House of Hope, indicating that Yurgir has significant status among the Baatezu. Orthons are commonly used as personal guards, bounty-hunters, and generals for Pit Fiends, Infernal Dukes/Duchesses, and Arch Devils.
In the fight with Raphael in the House of Hope we also see Raphael command a personal army of fiends which he’s able to summon to himself from elsewhere in the Hells.
Final evidence, Raphael’s Ascended form. While it’s something we haven’t seen elsewhere in the game, his form does actually align with a Pit Fiend: and a powerful one. In baatezu hierarchy the devil’s *form* changes based on their rank. They are ‘purified’ in the fires and emerge a more powerful self, with an accompanying form.
Raphael’s Ascended form best matches a Pit Fiend, the second highest rank in the hierarchy.
I posit that Raphael is an Infernal Duke. Not only that, but he is powerful enough in himself not to need to serve a specific Arch Devil. (((When meeting Haarlep he says he sometimes takes the shape of Archduchess Raphael. This is not confirmation of my theory, rather it is a testament to his ego and ambitions, as he is in no way an ARCHduke — yet)))
If I’m correct, this *most likely* explains why Mephistopheles would send Haarlep to distract, and potentially spy on, Raphael. The only rank above Infernal Duke is Arch Devil. Raphael, then, is a genuine threat to the current ruling of the Hells: Mephistopheles included.
If Raphael was born a cambion eons past, which we have no reason to believe otherwise, he has torn upward through the infernal ranks. This is not only difficult, but would be incredibly painful for Raphael himself, as each evolution would require his previous form be burned away and purified by the fires.
Raphael revels in subverting expectations, and likely enjoys being underestimated. He masquerades as a cambion because they are nobodies on the infernal plane — but he is far from nobody.
I believe that Raphael chose Avernus for his House of Hope because Zariel isn’t able to kick him out, nor is she able to subjugate him. While in Avernus Raphael has the freedom and power to do what he wants, when he wants.
A cambion wanting the Crown of Karsus to achieve godhood is laughable. But an Infernal Duke, son of Mephistopheles, wanting the Crown to achieve godhood is *possible* and *terrifying* for all of the baatezu.
I haven’t found any answers regarding this final thought: but I don’t think we’ve seen the last of Raphael, whether we killed him or not. His story shows that he is crafty, has backup plans for his backup plans, and has ambitions that can feasibly topple the hells.
Raphael *was* a cambion. He is *now* an Infernal Duke, and the only ‘rank’ above him is Archduke (that — and God)
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Listening to Jayde vent about recent his work frustrations and offering to give him the sloppiest sucky wucky for compensation
" I think you're stressing out over nothing. "
Your lips wrap around the straw of the fancy caramel milkshake Jayde bought you, eyes focused on the bags under his, the way he keeps tapping at the table and seemingly mumbling to himself in infernal.
The imp sighs, trying to calm down, a fruitless effort if the constant batting of his tail on the chair's legs is any indication. " ... I'm sorry, I just have to get this perfectly right, you know? My job depends on it. "
Your eyes nearly roll. " I don't think anyone in Sloth is lining up to be King Zizz's head imp... "
And you're sure that's the case. Jayde holds a spot this high in Sloth's hierarchy not because he's the most professional in the field but because he's the most hard working. He's always available and ready to do any manner of odd jobs, which is a level of agency almost no one in that Ring manifests. Realistically speaking, right now, he has no direct competition and is too expensive a loss to the royal court. Because, after all, losing someone who's already intimate with Sloth's routines and inner workings implies having to teach a newbie everything. It all seems like a whole bunch of work neither the King nor his servants are looking forward to.
This is practically a non-issue.
The green demon in front of you shrugs, as tense as a plank still. Jayde places a hand over yours on the table. " But I gotta be careful now, bijou. Maybe a few months ago I could afford to lose my position, but now I have someone to take care of... "
His jagged smile attempts to be reassuring when he squeezes your hand. Take care of sounds about right, this is the same demon who won't let you out of his luxury apartment, much less out of Hell...
You try to prevent bitterness from showing on your face. One step at a time, you'll find your way outside. Or go insane trying.
" Someone to spoil. "
A grin furnishes your face. " I think you spoil me plenty already. " Beneath the table, your feet push his chair back slowly, making Jayde give blink vapidly.
The imp tries to say something but quickly shuts his own trap when you playfully slip under the table cloth, crawling your way to him. Soft hands trace up his legs through his pants, until you kneel before the King's head servant and tap at his zipper idly.
" You always give so much to your job, it must be exhausting... "
Jayde's tail is rapidly whacking into its surroundings again, this time not from stress. That mint-green face takes on a darker shade and he looks down at you as if you were made of diamonds, clad in the dress he bought you, the pendant and bracelets he almost begged you to accept.
" W- Well... I do work pretty hard. But it's nothing. I can take it. "
" I know you can. "
As much as you loathe your general circumstances right now, you can almost lie to yourself and say it's worth it when you feel him harden under your palm. Because it's so easy. He's so easy. Content with so little from you. This is by far a much more lavish lifestyle than the one you had, even if you're shackled to this monster... All you really have to do is keep him happy, put a hand around his twitching cock and tell him you're so happy to be doted on by such a wonderful man.
" You don't have to, sweetie. " He has the audacity to say, already leaking like a fucking faucet right in front of you. " I just wanted to bring you something nice. "
" Oh, do you want me to stop- "
" No! " Jayde gulps. " ... Please. "
You can't hide the little smirk when you move to finally wrap your glossed lips around his length. " Alright. "
The imp makes a rattle of a shudder as soon as you take him into the warmth of your mouth, a relieved moan hanging in the air as his legs spread and he pets your hair.
" Go on, tell me about the rest of your day. " You taunt, giving him only time to gasp before starting a pace that has him nearly choking.
" O- Ohh- Okay... "
As if he'll even try.
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Hello incubus, sucubbus and all the inferior
beings of hell .....
-Here I will post a little about the seven deadly sins, official designs of those that have already been shown in the series and my interpretation of the 3 sins that have not yet been shown, much of this information is not official and some may be changed over time
The sins:
•☆pride
•♤Wrath
•♧Gluttony
•$Greed
•♡Lust
•◇Envy
•□Sloth
So let's start
Lucifer Morningstar 🍎👼
Prince and embodiment of pride
Mythology:
Lucifer[a] is one of several folklore figures associated with the planet Venus. The entity's name was later absorbed into Christianity as a name for the devil. Modern scholarship generally translates the term into the relevant biblical passage where the ancient Greek figure's name was historically used (Isaiah 14:12) as "morning star" or "bright one" rather than a proper name, Lucifer.[1]
As a name for the Devil in Christian theology, the most common meaning in English, "Lucifer" is the translation of the Hebrew word (הֵילֵל, hêlēl)[
Lore:
Lucifer is the king of all hell, being the representative of the ring of pride where he keeps his ducklings (the sinners) locked away, he is a circus master and the most powerful infernal understanding, being first in the hierarchy
the fallen angel who, because of his pride, fell from heaven
Azazel "Satan" 👿
Prince and embodiment of wrath
mythology:
Azazel (in Hebrew: עזאזל)[a] is the name given to an angel, who would be charged with the task of raising human faults and enumerating them before the Divine Court, during the annual judgment of humanity.[1] He is, on the other hand, a mysterious figure, who appears three times in the Hebrew Bible
Azazel is also commonly known as the one responsible for the sin of Wrath among the Seven Princes of Hell (which correspond to the seven deadly sins).
in some interpretations azazel is related to satan but it depends on which mythological interpretation you want to follow
Lore:
azazel is the god of imps, being its creator, the absolute ruler of the entire ring of wrath, being its sheriff and warlord
He is responsible for the artillery and army of Hell, being the highest ranking general only below the Morningstar family.
Queen Bee-Lzebub "bee" 🐝🦊
princess and embodiment of gluttony
Mythology:
Beelzebub (name derived from Baal Zebul or Baalzebub, also referred to as Belzebuth; in Hebrew: בַּעַל זְבוּב, Baʿal Zəvûv; in Arabic: بعل الذباب, Ba'al adh-dhabâb) is a deity in Philistine and Canaanite, formerly worshiped in Ekron, and later adopted by some Abrahamic religions as a great demon. The name Beelzebub is associated with the Canaanite god Baal
being confirmed in the series that she is associated with or is the demon Baal himself, as the Goetic symbol of invoking such a demon is seen in her mansion
Lore:
bee is the queen of the gluttony ring, she is responsible for the entire food chain in hell, having fast food services that take ultra-processed food to all hell, she dates a hellhound called vortex
bee likes to throw parties for the hellhounds and in them she satisfies their greedy needs and then apparently they produce her honey when they are satisfied(I hope the process is not similar to that of bees in real life )
Mammon 🤡💰💲
prince and embodiment of greed
Mythology:
Mammon is a term, derived from the Bible, used to describe material wealth or greed, most often, but not always, personified as a deity. The word itself is a transliteration of the Hebrew word "Mammon" (מָמוֹן), which literally means "money". As a being, Mammon represents the third sin, Greed or Avarice, also the antichrist, devourer of souls, and one of the seven princes of Hell
Lore:
mammon is the greedy and absolute ruler of the greed ring, whose role is to manage the entire economy of hell ,He represents a jester and has apparently created some demons that follow the same jester theme.
I don't know what but there's something about this design that makes me love mammon
King Asmodeus "ozzie" 🐓👑
prince and embodiment of lust
mythology:
Asmodeus (in Greek: Ασμοδαῖος) is a character from the second part of the Book of Tobit, described as a demon whose role is to hinder the consummation of the marriage of the character Sarah, daughter of Raguel
The figure of Asmodeus is linked to Avestic Ashmadaeva, the demon of wrath of Zoroastrianism, who personifies the main negative forces of Persian religion.[1]
In addition to being one of the 72 spirits of Solomon used in Goetia, Asmodeus holds the title of king and has 72 legions of inferior spirits, he is the 32nd spirit in Goetia.
lore:
asmdoeus is the ruler of the lust ring , being the "weakest" infernal prince (second crimson) ,his job is to create new ways of giving pleasure to his incubus and other inhabitants in hell, having factories to create sex toys, etc., he dates a little imp called fizzrolli
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I made a small change to Asmodeus's legs because I didn't like the fact that they were so thin, please don't bother me
Leviathan "Levy" 🐍🌊
prince and embodiment of envy
mythology:
Leviathan (Hebrew: לִוְיָתָן; roman: Livyatan, Liwyāṯān) is a fierce fish mentioned in the Tanakh, or Old Testament. It is a creature that, in some cases, can have a mythological or symbolic interpretation, depending on the context in which the word is used. It is usually described as having large proportions.
lore:
Leviathan is the supreme ruler of the ring of envy, I don't know for sure how the ring of envy itself would work but I believe it is a large ocean with cities in it
He is responsible for fashion and social networks in hell, having the function of dictating trends, thereby sowing envy and disagreement among lesser demons.
it has a smaller, more versatile form, which its symbol represents
This design is not official so don't bother me
Belphegor "bell" 💊😴🐐
princess and embodiment of sloth
mythology:
Belfegor (Belphegor; "the lord of fire") is a Moabite deity venerated on Mount Fegor. In Christianity, he is considered the demon of laziness, discoveries, rot, inventions, creativity and cycles.
lore:
she is the dominant figure in the ring of laziness, owning several factories and laboratories to create medicines and drugs, her sin is followed when you fail to do something important so it takes you out of your comfort zone
an example of this is avoiding saving someone's life because it would hinder you
belphegor is a close friend of bee-lzebub but their relationship has not yet been shown in the series
This design is not official so don't bother me
#helluva boss#helluva boss oc#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel oc#hazbin hotel lucifer#helluva boss mammon#helluva boss asmodeus#helluva boss beelzebub#helluva boss leviathan#helluva boss azazel#helluva boss belphegor#helluva boss satan
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In the ars goetia they are represented as kings, dukes, and so on.. but the demons like Mammon, Leviathan, they are not part of the ars goestia, so could we say there are different structures of hell?
Well, the Ars Goetia is only one part of the overall grimoire The Lesser Keys of Solomon -- and it is certainly not the only grimoire that exists historically! Other famous grimoires include the Dictionnaire Infernal and the Pseudomonarchia Daemonum, though these also are far from the only ones. In fact, we have a book -- The Dictionary of Demons -- which sources and lists over 1,700 demons that have been mentioned in various grimoires and other occult texts over the ages. And here is what that book has to say on rankings:
In the vast majority of grimoires, demons are typically assigned a rank and royal title to indicate their position in the pecking order of Hell. In the Testament of Solomon, [...] demons sometimes present themselves as princes and kings - positions largely in keeping with the concept of royalty that existed at the time. Medieval works [...] expand the demonic hierarchy to include a variety of positions: princes and kings, dukes and earls, counts, presidents, and even knights - positions reflective of the feudal system at work throughout Europe during that time.
The ranks attributed to the infernal legions may tell us more about the time period in which the various books of magick were penned than they do about the actual hierarchy of Hell.
It goes on to mention that seven ranks were eventually solidified within demonology, as seven was a number "of great significance in medieval and Renaissance Europe" due to the number of planets known at the time and the thought of seven spheres making up the heavens. The Lesser Key of Solomon was responsible for then assigning planets to each of the ranks, which in turn were linked to metals, and those metals were needed for the magical seals.
Basically, the ranks do sort of establish a sense of hierarchy in hell, but practically speaking, humans mainly need pay attention to those ranks more just for the magical practice of knowing how to deal with the demons correctly.
That said, we've talked about the Hierarchy of the Devildom in this post, which also lists the seven titles. It's also important to note that Mammon and Leviathan in particular are actually demons derived from other concepts/beings -- Mammon originally just meant money/riches, and Leviathan comes from a sea serpent referenced in the Bible, which actually has roots in Lotan. So Levi himself is actually Lotan, and he's just doing a really exaggerated roleplay when he says he's summoning Lotan. So in terms of different ranking structures then, the answer is sort of yes, sort of no. It's a mess of manmade governing systems as applied to theological creatures over time.
But in OM canon, we can very conveniently just throw most of this out because Diavolo is the one and only Future Ruler of the Devildom, the brothers and Barbatos are his immediate council, and everyone else serves as just general "nobles," such as the House of Lords. They probably have more in-depth hierarchies amongst themselves -- but for all we need to care about in the game, they're a big hassle of demons who give Diavolo (and the brothers) a hard time and should back the fuck off!! :)
#excuse our demonology word vomit lol#obey me#obey me!#obey me swd#obey me shall we date#omswd#obey me nightbringer#obey me nb#omnb#demonology resources#obey me worldbuilding#not rly worldbuilding here but yknow#ask and ye shall be answered#ask and ye shall receive (essays)
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DEMONKIN TIPS
Here’s a few things to connect to your demonkin identity. We all feel euphoric in different ways so just play around and see what you’re more connected to!
- Dress up to feel more accurately portrayed! Wings? Horns? Fangs? Victorian clothing? Dark colors? Maybe pastels? Wear em!
- Light a candle for yourself, you deserve it 🫶🏾
- Read and research demonology, of course
- Research different infernal hierarchies! A few are The Magus (William Fletcher Barrett), Grimoire of Pope Honorius, Pseudomonarchia Daemonum, Goetia Hierarchy and The Dukanté Hierarchy!
- Music and playlists are always a winner
- Paint your nails black or red… maybe even sharpen them
- Burn dragon’s blood or sandalwood incense for yourself!
- Read infernal mythology + stories as well as learning about the infernal divine and it’s hierarchies
- If you have a past life then explore those, look at your name, age, type of demon, direction, month, colors, perhaps create a sigil if you’re feeling fancy
- Meditate, seriously. It really helps if you’re able to visualize and just breathe
- If you’re a vocal demon (as in you growl, hiss, or… sing!) record song covers and experiment with your voice
- Connect with your sintype if you have one or aspect of hell (abyssal, water, one of the infernal circles, etc)
- Create an enn for yourself <3
- Explore your definition of The Adversary!
- Look into oddities and specimens - vulture culture
- Create art, poetry and/or writings about your demonkin identity
- Make a Pinterest board dedicated to what your “demonkin-sona/form” looks like + where you reside in Hell/Hell equivalent
I hope these help y’all
#otherkin#demonhearted#demonkith#demonkin#demonkin asks#demonkinity#demonkintips#demoncore#divinekin#otherkinity#demon otherkin#otherkin tips
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Paint the Town Red
Full chapter!!!
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There is a chapter after this that is already published on my quotev
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FULL STORY
As the two of you continued down the bustling streets of Hell, Alastor's arm linked with yours, you couldn't shake off the sense of unease that lingered beneath the surface. The encounter with the stray demons had left you questioning the dynamics of power and respect in this infenal realm.
The air was thick with a cacophony of demonic chatter and the occasional shrieks of torment. Despite the chaos surrounding you, Alastor seemed unfazed, maintaining his composure and that eerie, ever-present smile. The contrast between his carefree demeanor and the volatile nature of Hell left you feeling like a pawn in a game you couldn't fully comprehend.
As you both entered a quaint little cafe, the atmosphere shifted. The aroma of sulfur mixed with the enticing scent of freshly brewed coffee. The dimly lit establishment provided a brief respite from the glaring scrutiny of the outside world.
Seated across from each other at a small table, you couldn't help but ponder the peculiar situation. Here you were, a member of Hell's aristocracy, sharing a moment with a notorious demon who seemed more interested in your entertainment value than your status. The clinking of cups and the hushed conversations of nearby patrons created a strange backdrop to the unfolding enigma.
Alastor, his unsettling eyes fixated on you, leaned back in his chair with an air of nonchalance. "My dear, have you ever considered the power dynamics at play in this chaotic realm? The hierarchy of Hell is not just determined by bloodlines and titles; it's a delicate dance of influence and charisma."
His words echoed in your mind as you tried to decipher his true intentions. Was he grooming you to navigate the treacherous waters of Hell, or was this merely a game to satisfy his own amusement? The lavish clothes, the newfound attention – it all felt like pieces of a puzzle you were still struggling to assemble.
The cafe's ambiance became a backdrop for an unspoken exchange, a subtle negotiation of intentions and expectations. As Alastor continued to speak, his voice taking on that distinctive, old-timey radio charm, you found yourself drawn into his web of words.
"Life in Hell is a grand performance, my dear. And you, with your unique set of skills and that fiery spirit, are poised to become the star of this infernal stage. Embrace the chaos, for it is in the unexpected that true power lies."
With every word, Alastor seemed to weave a narrative, blurring the lines between mentorship and manipulation. The cafe, once a haven from the outside world, became a stage for a complex dance of agendas and hidden motives.
As you sipped your coffee, the bitter warmth resonating with the complexities of your newfound existence, you couldn't help but wonder if this alliance with the enigmatic Radio Demon would lead to salvation or damnation in the twisted tapestry of Hell.
“So my dearest! I want to know everything about you and what makes you tick” Closing your new pocket mirror you glance at him before going to pick at your clothes, the bunny painted in red stares at you with a charming look in his eye.
“Alastor, you're going all out for a person like me. But what is it that you want.” curiosity might have killed the cat but in hell its survival of the fittest. Between you and him, that's an easy feat for you but survival in getting higher in the food chain? Well that's some grounds you need to work on.
“ Heavens me, or should I say hells me? HA can't a guy get to know another fella?” His burgundy pinstripe suit made your weakness to elegant things. In your heart you are truly someone that cannot be so easily deterred by another. If leaving the Morningstar household didnt prove it. Maybe working on social skills might be the first thing to work on.
“Who are you kidding? What?! Did you want to talk to my dad? Sorry to best your bubble but i'm making a nam-”
“Hush now” he quipped in “now what are you assuming on today” taking out a pocket watch from his top pocket. The ticking being comically loud. Being in hell should have you used to an odd face every once in a while. But looking at him felt like a lost cartoon. “As i've said before, i know nothing about you. You've just got a nifty little… look to you” There goes his smile again. It's so shameless.
“Yeah right” Being hell royalty should've put your name towards everyone that walks this street.
“Sorry doll face, having such a smooth face in this area of town might just be the most interesting piece of plot in these parts” you let out a sudden hitch in your breath. Does he actually not know anything about you? Maybe the overlord title might be a lot harder than intended. “Now doll you're never fully dressed without a smile, now play nice” The grimace on your face might’ve just drowned in your thoughts hearing him say that.
You couldn't make sense of his statement. An earthborn being known to you and probably the purest kind of entertainment in hell. Though if he didn't even know who you were then maybe this could be a better opportunity in the end. No phony respect. Something that would actually make a difference to yourself. Smoothing your expression into soft passiveness.
“Say there, bunny tail, how about you and I take a stroll down the boulevard and paint the town red”
“Aren't you a tough nut to crack? Well who am I to deny a bona fide high roller”
"You said WHAT?" Lucifer's voice echoed through the grand halls of the Morningstar household, a thunderous roar that reverberated with the weight of authority. The King of Hell had just stumbled upon a revelation, and the discontent in his tone was palpable.
In the dimly lit room, a dispute between the Morningstar couple unfolded like a tempest. Lilith, the Queen of Hell, maintained a composed demeanor despite the storm brewing within. Her response, a weary sigh, carried the weight of a thousand battles fought and won.
"Honey, you of all people should know I care for them more than anything," Lilith murmured, her words an attempt to soothe the rising tension. (Y/n) and Charlie, their two progenies, were her greatest achievements, the culmination of a love that had withstood the eons of Hell's existence.
The walls seemed to absorb the intensity of the argument as Lucifer mocked his wife's claim, a derisive edge to his voice. "I would believe that if you didn’t say, 'we don’t want you here,'" he sneered, his words dripping with sarcasm.
Outside the room, in the echoing hall, Charlie found herself caught in the maelstrom of her parents' discord. Her father's outburst struck her with an unusual force, for such vehemence was a rare occurrence in the Morningstar household. Her mother's apparent absent-mindedness towaed their youngest sibling, (Y/n), added complexity to the unfolding drama.
The parental strategy, harshness as a means of fostering strength, came to light in Lucifer's words. Hell was chaotic, but even in disorder, responsibilities lingered. Unfortunately, (Y/n) seemed to be the collateral damage in a plan designed to mold them into a resilient force.
“We are supposed to be tough, not assholes to them,” Lucifer's stern voice continued, challenging Lilith's methods.
“I know, I know… I might’ve been a little too harsh—” Lilith attempted to explain, but her words were cut short by Lucifer's interjection.
“A little?” he scoffed, emphasizing the inadequacy of her acknowledgment.
"But it was for their own benefit. Think strategically here. Our (Y/n) is an enigma. We know they’re strong, but being cooped up here would make them exactly like the rest of Hell's noble trash," Lilith concluded, her words carrying a hint of an unspoken plan. As she finished, she reached out, grabbing her husband's hand, a subtle gesture of unity despite their conflicting methods.
However, hidden beneath the surface, Lilith's intentions remained a mystery, a narrative that would unfold with time. The Morningstar family dynamics were far from conventional, and the fate of the forgotten child, (Y/n), seemed to be a puzzle piece that could alter the very fabric of Hell's existence.
“I hope you’re thinking rationally. If anything happens, we are pulling them out immediately,” Lucifer's stern warning hung in the air, the gravity of the situation reflected in his authoritative tone.
In the hallway, Charlie stood, tears welling up in her eyes. The concern expressed by her parents struck a chord in her heart, even as (Y/n)'s departure unfolded in a way that left a bitter taste in familial bonds. The Morningstar family, with its peculiar powers and mysteries, stood at the center of a tumultuous storm that could reshape the very foundations of Hell.
Stepping out of the cannibal colony, the stench of decay still lingered in the air, a grim reminder of the grotesque spectacle you had witnessed. The sight of demons feasting on each other was a nauseating experience, a repulsive dance of savagery that left an indelible mark on your psyche.
The transition from the macabre scene to the open streets felt surreal, as if you had crossed a threshold into a dimension where the boundaries between horror and reality blurred. Earthborn citizens moved about unashamedly, engaged in their daily routines in the twisted, chaotic tapestry that was Hell.
The urge to run away clawed at the edges of your consciousness. The grotesque scenes behind you urged a desperate need for escape. Yet, with every step you took, the reality of your surroundings pressed upon you. The chances to flee presented themselves like fleeting shadows, each second offering an opportunity to vanish into the abyss.
Beside you, the deer-like creature, the infamous Radio Demon, remained an enigma. His motives and intentions shrouded in mystery, he had neither encourage nor discourage your departure. His silence on the matter only added to the ambiguity of your predicament.
You shook your head in an attempt to dispel the mounting exasperation. Running away from the Radio Demon seemed like a rational choice, yet a voice within you questioned the feasibility of such an escape. What reason did you truly have to flee? Was it the instinctive fear of the infamous reputation he carried or an unspoken acknowledgment of the power he wielded?
The man beside you, though hardly recognizable as a man in the conventional sense, bore the weight of a fearsome reputation. Known for materializing out of thin air and instigating terror, his presence in Hell was synonymous with chaos. The stories of his sweeping massacres, leaving thousands in his wake, painted a portrait of a formidable and unpredictable force.
A curious creature indeed, one that you instinctively knew not to provoke. Falling on his bad side seemed like a dire prospect, a potential journey into the depths of torment. As the unsettling reality of your surroundings sank in, you grappled with the dichotomy of wanting to escape the horrors and the inexplicable allure that held you tethered to the enigmatic Radio Demon.
"What is this? Did Betty Boop get lost?" The cutting remark pierced through the air, drawing your attention to a feline-like demon gracefully approaching. The streets were alive with the unsettling sounds of demonic chatter, and a few other creatures sauntered past, their cackles echoing in the oppressive atmosphere.
The cat-figure's comment seemed to reduce the intricate elegance of your 1930s-era attire to a mere caricature of Betty Boop's iconic style. Yet, you resisted the urge to take offense. The choice of clothing was a deliberate nod to a bygone era, a personal expression of style that transcended the realm of mere imitation. You took a moment to glance down at your ensemble, contemplating if it truly warranted such commentary.
Never having ventured beyond the confines of the castle, criticism had been a foreign concept to you. The unforgiving eyes of Hell, however, presented a stark contrast to the insulated world you once knew. It made you ponder the subjective nature of style, an aspect you had never considered amidst the relentless demands of royal life.
"Aw, did we hit a nerve on you? Poor baby is going to cry?" jeered one of the random lackeys, the disdain dripping from their words like venom. The barbed remarks began to irk you, a gnawing discomfort that intensified with each passing moment. The first day outside the castle walls had transformed into a baptism by fire, with seemingly everyone taking a jab at your newfound vulnerability.
Turning your gaze toward Alastor, you found him unaffected, his closed-eyed smile unwavering. It begged the question – was he accustomed to the relentless scrutiny of the town's residents, or did he command a level of respect that rendered such provocations inconsequential? The enigmatic Radio Demon continued his unhurried stroll, seemingly unperturbed by the tumultuous scene.
As you grappled with these thoughts, a realization struck. You, who knew so much about Alastor, had never considered the potential consequences of his infamous reputation. Was he, too, a target in this volatile ecosystem? His status as a living, breathing murder machine, notorious for sweeping through Hell with deadly efficiency, raised an intriguing paradox. Why hadn't opportunistic demons exploited their knowledge of him for personal gain? The absence of information about Alastor seemed to deepen the mystery surrounding him.
Amidst your musings, the main demon from before voiced her frustration with a profanity-laced declaration. Clearly annoyed by the lack of attention she was receiving, she sought to reclaim the spotlight. The ever-growing chorus of chaos in Hell continued, an intricate symphony of malevolence that now included the relentless pursuit of the "pussy posse."
Turning on your heels, you were met with a chilling sight: the main demon from the group had conjured an ominous orb in her hand, a harbinger of chaos ready to be unleashed upon you. A quick glance toward the unflappable Radio Demon revealed that he remained nonchalant, seemingly indifferent to the impending threat.
Deciding that enough was enough, you steeled yourself for what was to come. The orb surged forward, gaining momentum, but in a split second, your eyes transformed into a radiant set of glowing velvet. The ethereal light intercepted the orb's trajectory, halting it in its tracks and dissolving it into nothingness between you and the aggressive demon.
"Looks like someone grew a pair of balls! Ha, maybe avoiding is what makes you special," she spat, her disdain evident. The audacity of her arrogance irked you. In Hell, such egotism was commonplace, but her unwarranted aggression struck a nerve. People like her, quick to provoke and revel in chaos, were the very reason you couldn't tolerate the denizens of this infernal realm. It was your first encounter with the lower class, and it was proving to be an eye-opening initiation.
"Lose your self-loathing and get over yourself," you retorted with a dismissive glance. The three demons across from you seemed taken aback, confusion etched on their faces. But you weren't about to let their insolence slide.
Holding the leader of the trio to the forefront, you locked eyes with her, delivering a cutting blow. "If you peaked in high school, you don't have to spread the word. We could smell how used you are from across the seven rings." The smugness on her face dissolved into instant rage, perhaps a taste of the humility she sorely needed.
She growled in frustration, and in a mockingly theatrical gesture, you magically sealed her mouth shut before continuing your lecture. "Such a potty mouth for a stray kitten. I'm sure hitting your nerves might be something I'm inclined to do to teach you some etiquette." The trio, now writhing in pain, lay on the ground, a consequence of your control over their nerve endings.
As you reflected on the situation, you questioned whether you were becoming a hypocrite, engaging in the very provocations you despised. Yet, in your defense, you weren't instigating fights; you were merely responding to the blatant disrespect thrown your way.
Alastor's voice, resonant and amused, chimed in from behind you, breaking the tension. In seconds, you released the trio, and they scattered like frightened mice. Attempting to explain yourself, you found it challenging, realizing a pattern emerging whenever you tapped into your newfound powers – a humbling force that seemed to be shaping your experience in Hell.
"I swear I'm not usually like this," you stammered, hating the fact that Alastor's towering figure loomed over you. The peculiar genetics that rendered everyone seemingly gigantic in comparison was a constant source of annoyance.
"On the contrary! This little spunk of yours makes you more of a dime," Alastor laughed, the eerie sound echoing through the chaotic streets. "Though we might have to work on your little temper." Taking your arm in his, he continued, "I crave the shiniest bits of entertainment down in this world, and you are giving me exactly that!"
Raising a skeptical brow, you couldn't help but question the concept of being entertainment in a realm as twisted as Hell. "I better not be some joke to you," you asserted, your body enveloped in a glowing haze in seconds.
"Oh, my dear, far from it! I am more enamored by your..." Alastor paused for effect, "charisma! Such a thing is simply irresistible to simply pass up." The compliment, unexpected from the notorious Radio Demon, left you questioning his motives. Was he to be an ally, or was this just the beginning of a more complex entanglement in the web of Hell's politics?
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HOLY LIGHT OVER NIGHT , OH, KEEP THE SPIRIT STRONG.
name: lucifer fallhaven
nicknames: luci
species: fallen angel
residence: purgoe, louisiana & venice, italy ( previous hellvilli )
occupation(s): head of fallhaven crime family, ceo of nether corp
previous titles: king of hell
sexuality: heterosexual
visual age: 40's
actual age: need to ask?
fc representation: penn badgley
WARNINGS of mention of torture, weapons, abandonment, violence, crime .
STRENGTHS
influence: as a former king of hell and the ceo of nethercorp, lucifer possesses immense influence over both the supernatural and human realms.
legal acumen: having worked his way up as a lawyer in the nineteenth century, lucifer is highly skilled in legal matters, making him a formidable negotiator and manipulator.
immortality: being a fallen angel, lucifer is immortal and resistant to many conventional forms of harm
WEAKNESSES
heavenly restrictions: lucifer is bound by the agreement between heaven and hell, limiting the extent of his actions to prevent upsetting the balance and facing consequences from higher powers.
vulnerability to divine forces: despite his power, lucifer is vulnerable to the forces of heaven and divine intervention.
complicated past: lucifer carries the weight of his rebellious past, which can be exploited emotionally or psychologically.
SPECIAL ABILITIES
soul contracts: lucifer can offer contracts to humans in exchange for their souls, granting him their allegiance and servitude.
shape-shifting: as a fallen angel, lucifer can change his appearance to blend in with humans or adopt a more intimidating form.
hellish influence: he can exert control over demonic forces and manipulate hellish energies..
TRAITS
charismatic: lucifer possesses a charismatic and persuasive demeanor that draws people in.
strategic: he is a master strategist, always thinking several steps ahead to achieve his goals.
ambitious: lucifer is driven by ambition and a desire to maintain control over the supernatural realms.
WHAT THE HEAVENLY COUNCIL TELLS YOU . . .
Long before the current accord between realms, Lucifer was a revered and mighty archangel in the celestial hierarchy. His unmatched charm and beauty earned him the moniker "Lightbringer." However, his pride and yearning for independence led him to challenge God's authority.
This defiance sparked a cataclysmic conflict in the heavens. Lucifer and his followers fiercely battled against the heavenly forces but were eventually overpowered and banished from paradise. The once-glorious archangel found himself plummeting from heaven, his once majestic wings now scorched and torn as he descended into the depths of the infernal abyss.
The anguish of God's retribution haunted Lucifer for centuries. The memory of the war he started, the agony of rejection, and the burning pain of his damaged wings served as constant reminders of his rebellion. God's punishment left an enduring mark on Lucifer's psyche, stirring feelings of torment.
THE TRUTH . . .
Humans often overlook the fact that everything was orchestrated. Heaven required a scapegoat, and Lucifer willingly took on the role out of loyalty to his father. With a heavy heart, he dared to pose a question that gnawed at his conscience: Was it pride or mere curiosity, and when did curiosity become a sin? Before the heavenly council, he voiced his inquiry, only to quickly see the deception in front of him.
ACT ; ONE - THE DEFIANCE
In the pristine white corridors of Heaven, urgency fills the air as a tumult looms on the horizon. With swift force, Lucifer is seized and hauled to the heart of Heaven, where he faces the consequences of his rebellion. No mercy, not even from the angelic. A knife is drawn and soon the vision turns to white. "you're nothing" a voice rings through the piercing rings. his brothers have made him foe.
ACT ; TWO - THINK WE MADE THE SUN CRY
Lucifer refuses to speak of the terrifying events. With closed eyes, he imagines his mother's comforting embrace. Despite his torn wings, he briefly finds solace in her love, feeling as if he's experiencing the tranquility of a mortal's peaceful passing—silent, fierce, and strangely beautiful. is this his death?
ACT ; THREE - IN THE END WE'RE ALL FALLEN
As Lucifer plunges through the skies, the echoes of angelic screams reverberate through the celestial realm, a haunting reminder of their once-beloved comrade's descent.
Legend has it that Lucifer's impact upon the mortal ground was so tremendous that it cleaved a continent in twain. A deep chasm formed between the fractured landmasses, into which cascaded torrents of water. Downward, Lucifer plummeted into the abyss of eternal darkness, descending into the infernal depths of Hell.
ACT ; ? - O'MORTAL NOT EVEN YOU DESERVE TO KNOW THE HORRORS OF HELL.
After countless centuries, a weakened Lucifer emerges from his slumber amidst the damned souls of Hell. Amidst the wretched souls surrounding him, he pauses to mourn the heavens that had forsaken him, tears streaming down his face before drying into a mask of rage. Determined not to emulate his father's failures, Lucifer resolves to fulfill his duty to care for those around him. Gradually, what was once known as Hell transforms into Hellvilli, an empire forged in darkness. Under Lucifer's reign, sinners find redemption and rise above the judgment that once condemned them.
THE PRESENT . . .
Lucifer is thriving in the modern era, commanding his infernal family with remarkable prowess, causing unease in the heavenly realms. The Fallhavens, a formidable supernatural crime syndicate, boast a membership exceeding a hundred individuals. Their frequent clashes with rival supernatural families, particularly those associated with Heaven, are well-known. The historic animosity between angels and demons has historically resulted in deadly conflicts, though recent times have seen a welcome decrease in hostilities.
In 1927, the Heavenly Council seeks Lucifer to draft contracts due to a decline in mortal prayers. A council of Hellvillian princes has been established to maintain cosmic equilibrium. These seven influential figures currently dwell on Earth, scattered across the globe. Their actions sow chaos and lead mortals towards embracing the sanctity of goodness.
Lucifer unleashes chaos on Earth, establishing Hellvillian as a nine-layered realm of damnation, with a small town called Purgoe perched atop its hierarchy. This town remains hidden, visible only to sinners, a determination made by the heavenly council. Each new mortal soul entering Earth undergoes judgment and prediction for either eternal damnation or heavenly ascent, a game played among the angels that Lucifer finds excessively cruel.
Yet, it's crucial to understand that Lucifer's involvement in making contracts was not by choice. He was coerced by the threat of harm to his family, compelling him to make difficult decisions and swear an oath to the heavenly council. Fret not, mortal as the king of hell has a plan to bring hell to it's lone kingdom.
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Welcome to The Pimon theory episode 2, today we have 2 theories to dish out
Spoilers for: Chapter 13 to 18, and warning for: mentions of holding people hostage, mentions of human trafficking, and Arthur is generally his own warning)
Before I go into todays theories, please read Episode 1:
Now that you know of the crimes Pimon has committed, we can now get to analyzing our new theories.
Theory 1: Pimon = Paimon
First, I must explain what the Ars Goetia is.
According to Wikipedia, The Ars Goetia is: “A text describing the 72 Demons which King Solomon claims to have summoned and confined in a bronze bowl sealed with magical symbols, forcing them to work for him.”
(The “forced to work” part is gonna come up in the next theory)
In the Ars Goetia, Paimon is the 9th spirit, the 2nd king of hell and ruler of at least 66 legions.
According to the ‘Powers’ section in his Wikipedia article, he holds infinite knowledge, clairvoyance, creating hallucinations/visions, creating and dismissing servant spirits and reanimating the dead for very long periods of time.
Pimon seems share some similarities with the Paimon of Ars Goetia. Pimon sells drugs, which cause visions, and he runs a trading company/black market, meaning he has hundreds of servants he can summon and dismiss at any second, and no shit Sherlock his alias is the ‘King of Corpses’.
Also, little similarity…
Yea, Pimon’s design might be one big reference to the sigil of Paimon.
Also, I’m not even gonna explain this, what Alaric said speaks for itself.
Theory 2: Held hostage?
(This is where the mentions of hostage and human trafficking begin. You’ve been warned.)
I know I seem crazy with this one… but trust me, there’s a little bit of chance that I’m right.
You see, in chapter 13, we are told that Arthur has committed human trafficking and mass murder, and generally rules the criminal underworld of London.
However, when we were introduced to Pimon, it was said he ran the biggest black market in Britain. But if Arthur rules the criminal underworld, wouldn’t he have the biggest black market?
Well…
Arthur’s alias is ‘The Nocturnal Fog’…
You know who Alaric mentioned in Chapter 17?
Mr.Fog.
It isn’t Pimon running Thames Trading Company, it’s Arthur.
It’s all Arthur. Not Pimon.
This opens the question…
Is Pimon being forced to do all this?
This is questionable given his crimes, but it’s still possible.
And remember the explanation of the Ars Goetia from Wikipedia? That King Solomon kidnapped 72 demons of the infernal hierarchy and forced them to work for him?
It’s completely possible that Arthur is holding Pimon hostage. And if the other theory of this episode is true, Arthur is somehow holding one of the most powerful demons hostage, and the demon still hasn’t escaped.
In Resume: Pimon is probably a demon and/or being held hostage by Arthur. If today’s theories are true, Arthur can go fuck himself.
Thank you for reading today’s episode, next episode will come out shortly after Chapter 19’s release.
Tags: @roygiri @huntersmoon1 @onecantsimply
First theory is in courtesy of @incorrect-record-of-ragnarok , shout-out to them!!! :)
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With the "new" episode introducing Bee(lzebub) as Vortex' girlfriend, there seems to be a trend among the top dogs of Hell (no pun intended) of being rather chill and down-to-earth individuals who ultimately don't really care about the etiquette that comes with their status (for the most part, at least). I mean, in a way, it's quite logical. After all, they preside over earthly desires. But it's quite amusing when compared to the elite that sits right under them in the infernal hierarchy. Those like Paimon or Stella, who always appear hellbent (once again, no pun intended) on reminding everyone around them of their own nobility. Like, remember when Stella was berating Stolas for thinking about fucking an imp in a motel ? Maybe you should revise your standards, honey (no. pun. intended !).
(Also, the sigil that appears on the title card and during the musical number seems to confirm that, in the HB universe, Bael - the demon king mentioned in the Ars Goetia - and Beelzebub - the patron demon of Gluttony - are indeed one and the same. Which isn't that surprising, considering the intertwined origins of the two figures. In fact, were they to appear in the show, I was myself contemplating the possibility for those two to have some form of connection, although my personal guess would have been for Bael to be the nasty patriarch of the Goetia family, and for Beelzebub to be his impossibly powerful daughter who rose even higher than him... Still, the show's decision to conflate the two is pretty hilarious when one remember what Bael is said to look like in the book. XD )
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Notice me Reader. (A tag game)
Thank you @faeriecinna for the tag.
Rules: Share 3 (or more!) small details from your WIP that you feel have gone/will go unnoticed. (You can choose whether or not to share why the detail is significant!)
D&D Writing. Villain back story (The two short stories I have already written about her can be read here and here if you're interested.)
Due to how Bael Turath's politics were so cut throat and treacherous the Praetorian guard (The Royal Bodyguards responsible for the Emperor and his households safety) could not be a Tiefling of the Empire. Instead great warriors were picked from the other races of the Empire (Humans, Elves, Orcs, Dwarves, Dragonborn, etc.) as to avoid any possible undue influence on such a key role that could arise from the other Tiefling noble families.
The nature of Succubi/Inucbi as being possible both from The 9 Hells or the Abyss, this particular strand of outsider exists in a social strata outside the usual Infernal hierarchy. Mirroring there lower planer role, The Tiefling Noble houses would often employ them as spies, assassins, bodyguards when they needed an extra edge atop of there pledged Devils.
The nature of Arcane magic itself was shaped by the 8 Great Noble Houses of Bael Turath with each of them mastering of one the schools (Abjuration, Conjuration, Necromancy, etc.) with rules and commands still used in the modern era of my setting. While other ancient peoples and cultures had access to magic from there own traditions and could cast more or less the same spells, the foundational principles of the noble houses imparted to these schools are by far the most used among the human kingdoms today in my setting.
One of the worst punishments a Tiefling in Bael Turath could suffer is having their horns cut off. A permanent sign of there social failing, to be mocked and derided. As a result, hornless Tieflings are often associated with criminals, outcasts, exiles and other low social status professions.
A important reminder that this is a no pressure tag! Just something for fun or to think about. ^^
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On Hellfire Storms
So while I keep working on my fic to have at least a few chapters ready in advance (because I'm a slow writer, especially atm), i've decided to ramble a bit about Raphael and Nuria, their dynamic, and how their respective nature affect it.
Devil x Mortal
The devil/mortal dynamic is what we're generally working with in the frame of Baldur's Gate 3, and it's also the frame I picked for the Hellfire Storm ship. You'll see it unfold in the fic, but to put it simply, it's complicated.
There is a lot of mixed feelings on both sides - Nuria has enough self-awareness and self-preservation to understand that Raphael is preying on her - he wants something from her specifically, even before the plot of Baldur's Gate 3 - by the time the events of 1492DR happen, they've known each other for 10 years. It may only be a decade by Raphael's standards, but by Nuria's standards it's enough to note a lot of things about him and learn to navigate in a way that prioritises her safety without putting their relationship at risk, because it still comes with some perks. Meanwhile, Raphael may lean on his diabolic side considerably more to demonstrate his power and use it as a tool for temptation but sometimes, these pesky feelings that mortals have start showing their face.
I wouldn't call their relationship "love". It certainly isn't love in the usual sense. Raphael does play favourite with her, to the point of even making her his mistress, because it's part of his courting process to obtain what he wants from her - but still, playing favourite is playing favourite, and Raphael truly is his father's son with his own contradictions. Nuria knows how to handle powerful but bratty middle-aged men, and she sees enough patterns in Raphael to figure out how to smoothly push his buttons.
This very situation causes a lot of mixed feelings for Raphael, because in one hand how dare she try and take the lead, on the other hand this is the sort of action he can respect as a show of power play - especially since Nuria is so devilishly good at toeing the line. She knows when to assert herself and when to take a step back, she understands the rhythm - she is a particularly skilled dancer after all. And compared to what we can see in the House of Hope, she's a refreshing change of pace in a way. There's also a calculated decisiveness in her actions that makes her all the more attractive to him, because it plays into his preference for ambition. And ambitious Nuria is, although not in the classic "I want to rule the world" style. She has very precise personal goals, and Raphael is quick to pick up on that as a fellow resolute person (resolute and arrogant, both of them).
There is also a parallel between them that creates an odd sort of relatability while having very different outcomes: both of them are outside the norms of their society. Being a Cambion, Raphael isn't fully part of the Infernal hierarchy, and while he's well-placed thanks to his sire being Hells' #2, he remains stuck in a sort of grey area - gaining power would help with that. Meanwhile, Nuria is also an odd duck by Calishite standards. A proper Calishite woman gets married at 15, has children by 20, stays at home to take care of the family and more importantly: is likely to stay in her strat of the social hierarchy (although Calishite women have more chance of climbing the social ladder than men through marriage). Nuria is none of that. It's a bit spoilery but I guess it's ok: at 15 Nuria was working at the Festhall of Eternal Delight and learning how to entertain as a cover and charm to reach her goals as part of her preparation to be a professional spy. Festhalls are basically glorified brothels (think Sharess Caress, where you can also drink and have pleasant entertainments. Sharess Caress is also a festhall), this is what she was dealing with (though don't you dare pity her, she was there of her own volition). By 20, when Raphael officially meets her, she's a spy and a hitman and she lives outside of Calishite hierarchy - it's not a handicap for her though, it's a freedom that allowed her to be more mobile: she literally lives in Quill Ward even though she isn't technically associated with the businesses there - but being closer to forgery specialists and libraries is incredibly useful for her.
To sum it up without spoiling anything: Nuria displays traits that could annoy Raphael if they weren't mixed with his favoured traits, and gods be damned if she's clever enough to know how to use that to her advantage to flirt back and soften him a bit, little by little, creating a sort of intimate spot both of them can lean into, in a paradoxical safety compared to what a devil/mortal dynamic should be. This safety is very subtle, but I've displayed it in the smut I released some time ago: it's in Raphael sleeping in her arms, in Nuria leaning against him as they share a bath. She has also obtained the social freedom Raphael seeks, he sees the "after" of it in her and it tugs at his subconscious: if she did it for herself, surely she'll understand his ambition and will accept to become his little MVP in the process.
This relationship could almost be cute with its quiet moments, if it wasn't so venenous at the same time.
2. Mortal x Mortal
As a mortal, I think Raphael would still be a power-hungry, magnificent bastard, but he wouldn't have the struggle of dealing with what he may perceive as mortal nonsense, because he'd live life in a mortal frame.
They'd be just as venenous though, but with more of an open Gomez and Morticia Addams energy. Venenous but as a team, if you will. So the poison would mostly be everybody else's problem, really, because they'd be functional as a couple to a disturbing level.
One major detail would remain though: the 45yo married to a 20something vibe. I tried to keep it discreet because I think it's funnier if people pick up on it on their own and start yelling... But I've already mentioned that Raphael has been keeping a eye on Nuria even before he started proactively going after her - he starts doing that when she is 20. At that time, he already looks like a middle-aged man with greying hair and a lined forehead. What do you think this looks like, really? I'll let you put 2 and 2 together and tell me, just to see the reactions.
3. Devil x Devil
I think this dynamic would be The Worst Timeline, at least for Raphael. Dealing with someone like Nuria when she's a human? Fine, he has the upper hand on the power balance as a devil, despite Nuria's interpersonal skills, and as the Much Older Person In The Relationship if he were mortal.
With Nuria as a fellow devil, though? Oh, the power would be more balanced, it would also mirror the energy between Mephistopheles and his consort Baalphegor because the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and Nuria happens to have good people skills even as a devil.
I think that this dynamic would create a lot more distrust on Raphael's side, especially since I imagine Devil!Nuria would get along quite well Haarlep of all people, which in itself could be infuriating. Now add that to a devil that has her hands in the politics of the Nine Hells, and you have a recipe for a high voltage type of relationship, with considerably heightened toxicity.
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Please go insane about her she's so !!!!!!!
Okay!! So these thoughts are vibe based and I don't really remember the exact dialogues, but!!
Insanity time:
Mizora is a better parental figure to Wyll than his father. Not good, but better.
While the pact is filled with exploits and given the circumstances of when Wyll signed it, he probably never actually read it in full, Mizora always keeps her word and I think she even praises him when he breaks the pact.
Mr Ravenguard tossed his son out at seventeen, and even though Wyll build a reputation as a hero after, it seems that his father never thought that maybe he judged his own son wrong. Despite the entirety of Baldur's Gate knowing Wyll as a hero.
Given clause G § 9: "Targets shall be limited to the infernal, the demonic, the heartless, and the soulless.", Mizora could have had Wyll permanently in the Hells, using him as another of Zariels warriors. Yet she lets him work on the surface, long enough for him to build that great reputation as a hero.
She's proud of him when he breaks the pact!! And honestly, sending like 4 tiny spiders to stop us from saving his "big sacrifice" is pretty half-hearted. She's fairly high in the Zariel hierarchy, are we to believe she couldn't send like a dozen cambions to kill Ravenguard if she really wanted?
And why is she calling for Wyll to get her out of the mindflayer colony? Can't she astral project or whatever to Zariel and call on demons to save her? Hmmmm??? I think she genuinely wants to see Wyll grow and succeed in being a hero, so she called on him to get her out.
ALSO. Calling on Wyll while she's imprisoned gives him the opportunity to negotiate the pact and I won't believe for a single second that she didn't expect that Wyll or Tav wouldn't use it to their advantage.
Is she evil and bad and whatnot? Yeah, sure. But put her next to some of the other antagonists and she's pretty okay in comparison.
Insanity over. :P
Also, she is peak character design, I will never shut up about how good those horns look.
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WHB Lesser key: Gehenna
Did you wonder how much inspiration they drew from the descriptions of the different demons of the Ars Goetia to create their characters and what that could point towards in terms of personality and powers? I did. You can find each character with it's respective descriptions here, divided by their respective factions.
The main link is this helpful little list of the 72 with summarized descriptions, so it's not an exhaustive list, just an organized one.
Gehenna | Tartaros | Hades | Avisos | Abaddon | Paradise Lost | Niflheim
Sitri
Sitri (also spelled Bitru, Sytry) is a Great Prince of Hell, and reigns over sixty legions of demons. He causes men to love women and vice versa, and can make people bare themselves naked if desired. He is depicted with the face of a leopard and the wings of a griffin, but under the conjurer's request he changes into a very beautiful man.
This wiki article adds on that he's "dangerously charming", that he "reveals the most intimate secrets of women and gains power over them in doing so" and that he's "one of the darkest entities, and only the most experienced may summon Sitri to speak to him and inquire about the love of someone", and goes on to warn that "you should be careful when invoking the prince, for he likes concentration and is known not only to work with love and lust, but also the feelings of hatred" not sure about it's relevance but eh, interesting enough.
Leraye
Leraje (also Leraie, Leraikha, Leraye, Loray, Oray) is a mighty Great Marquis of Hell who has thirty legions of demons under his power. He causes great battles and disputes, and makes gangrene wounds caused by arrows. He is depicted as a gallant and handsome archer clad in green, carrying a bow and quiver
Paimon
Paimon (also Paimonia, Paymon) is one of the Kings of Hell, more obedient to Lucifer than other kings are, and has two hundred legions of demons under his rule. He has a great voice and roars as soon as he comes, speaking in this manner for a while until the conjurer compels him and then he answers clearly the questions he is asked. When a conjurer invokes this demon he must look towards the northwest, the direction of Paimon's house, and when Paimon appears he must be allowed to ask the conjurer what he wishes and be answered, in order to obtain the same from him.
Paimon teaches all arts, philosophies, and sciences, and secret things; he can reveal all mysteries of the Earth, wind, and water, what the mind is, and where it is, and everything the conjurer wants to know. He gives good familiars, dignities and confirms them, and binds men to the conjurer's will.
If Paimon is cited alone, buffering or sacrifice must be done, and he will accept it, though the precise nature of the gift is unclear; then two kings called Beball (Bebal or Labal) and Abalam (Abalim) will go to him together with other spirits, often twenty-five legions; but these other spirits do not always come unless the conjurer calls upon them.
Paimon is depicted as a man with an effeminate face, wearing a precious crown, and riding a dromedary. Before him often goes a host of demons with the shape of men, playing trumpets, cymbals, and any other sort of musical instrument
Boy had a lot of info there
Astaroth
Astaroth (also Ashtaroth, Astarot and Asteroth) is referred to in The Lesser Key of Solomon as a very powerful demon who commands 40 legions of demons. In art, in the Dictionnaire Infernal, Astaroth is depicted as a nude man with feathered wings, wearing a crown, holding a serpent in one hand, and riding a beast with dragon-like wings and a serpent-like tail. According to Sebastien Michaelis he is a demon of the First Hierarchy, who seduces by means of laziness, vanity, and rationalized philosophies. His adversary is St. Bartholomew, who can protect against him for he has resisted Astaroth's temptations. To others, he teaches mathematical sciences and handicrafts, can make men invisible and lead them to hidden treasures, and answers every question formulated to him. He was also said to give to mortal beings the power over serpents. His name is possibly taken from the goddess Asherah or Astarte.
Zagan
Zagan (also Zagam) is a Great King and President of Hell, commanding over thirty-three legions of demons. He makes men witty; he can also turn wine into water, water into wine, and blood into wine (according to Pseudomonarchia Daemonum blood into oil, oil into blood, and a fool into a wise man). Other of his powers is that of turning metals into coins that are made with that metal (i.e., gold into a gold coin, copper into a copper coin, etc.). Zagan is depicted as a griffin-winged bull that turns into a man after a while.
Belial
Belial (also Belhor, Baalial, Beliar, Beliall, Beliel) is listed as the sixty-eighth spirit of The Lesser Key of Solomon. He is a King of Hell with 80 legions of demons and 50 legions of spirits under his command. He was created as the first, after Lucifer. He has the power to distribute senatorships and gives excellent familiars. He must be presented with offerings, sacrifices, and gifts, or else he will not give true answers to demands.
The Spanish wiki provides that he's connected to true independence, self sufficiency, pride, and personal growth. Jhon Milton's Paradise Lost says: that he was worshipped in Sodom but had not effigies built in his honor and that hell hasn't since received someone as dissolute/corrupted, drunk or in love of vice for the sake of vice itself. But that his interior is beautiful, and he is filled with grace and dignity.
It also provides that his name might come from "he of corrupted gains". He's also referred to as: the disobedient, the rebel, lord of arrogance, lord of pride and the son of hell, and impious men are referred to as the children of Belial. Belial is also used as a synonym of Satan.
The English wiki, however, is a mess and I just couldn't understand a word, but Paradise Lost is mentioned.
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