Helltaker one shots

The Final Hour

Raindrops tapped a steady rhythm against the windowpane, their soft percussion blending with the relentless beep of the heart monitor. Daylight had faded entirely, swallowed by creeping darkness that cloaked the hospital room in a somber quiet. You lay motionless on the bed, wires and needles threading through your skin like fragile lifelines. Your chest rose and fell in slow, measured breaths.

Around you, Lucy and the others stood vigil, their eyes heavy with sorrow and disbelief. They whispered memories softly, clutching at fragments of the past, unwilling to let go. The air was thick with unspoken grief.

Suddenly, your eyes fluttered open.

"Where am I?" Your voice was weak, barely more than a whisper.

Lucy stepped closer, her gaze tender but strained. "You're at the hospital."

"Why?"

Her lips trembled. "We found out you're dying, Y/n. We don't know why."

"How is that possible?" Confusion swirled with the pain in your voice.

Before she could reply, the door opened and doctors entered, gently asking everyone to step out. Reluctantly, they obeyed, leaving you alone with the solemn professionals.

One doctor turned back to face them. "I'm assuming you're all his wives?"

Justice nodded. "Yes. Please, tell us what's wrong."

The doctor's eyes darkened with regret. "He has a cancer growing near his brain. We discovered it too late. He has about an hour left."

Time seemed to halt. The girls froze, shock and despair rooting them to the spot. The doctor's words echoed like a cruel verdict. They longed for it to be a nightmare—something they could wake from—but the cruel truth settled like a stone in their hearts.

Returning to your side, they spoke gently, savoring the fleeting moments together. Your breaths grew shallow, but you smiled faintly, speaking with quiet resolve.

The nurse's voice interrupted softly. "Visiting time is over. You all need to leave soon."

One by one, they whispered their goodbyes, leaving the room—but not before you called out once more.

"Well... I'm feeling tired. I'll see you all tomorrow. Bye, everyone."

"Bye, Y/n. See you tomorrow."

The next day, the world felt impossibly heavy. A funeral was held beneath a gray sky, rain mingling with tears as mourners gathered. The tombstone bore your name—Y/n L/n—and the words "A loving husband and beloved friend." The girls wept openly, their hearts shattered by the loss. Friends and acquaintances came to pay their respects, honoring the life you had touched.

Slowly, the girls returned to Hell, each retreating into their duties but forever marked by the memory of you. Though the world moved on, none would ever forget the love and light you had brought into their lives.