Hazbin Hotel is Vizipop's creation. I only own my OC the Doe-Eyed Killer Josephine Grace, and any not canon characters, nothing else! Nor do I own the artwork you will see within this story all rights go to the artists!
Also a few villains, one mor...
The song of everyone's favorite emo Archangel is "My Boy Builds Coffins" by Florence & The Machine. ——————————————————————
Lucifer smirked as he pulled up the painting of Azrael. "This is the face I remember Azrael wearing the most around our siblings."
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"That sassy shit eating grin...he sure scared the shit out of Gabriel and I when Father first introduced us to him after our creation."
Lucifer chuckled and shook his head over the fond memory of his youth. "I can honestly say that if any of you want to understand where Charlie gets her cheerful personality and intense desire for giving out hugs to people comes from—it comes from me." He smiled fondly as Lilith kissed his cheek. "Blame me and my angelic upbringing. I'm a hugger and a fighter! Fallen Angel and Hellish King! Two different sides of the same ass coin!"
He laughed and then closed his eyes as he sighed softly. "Huhhhh...it always strikes me as saddening how you sinners don't even remember your own births? I remember the day on my creation, quite vividly..."
Amos spoke up with a arched brow. "How so?"
Lucifer wrapped an arm around Lilith's waist and pulled her closer as he leaned back slightly in his chair. "Angels, are not created as fragile newborns. Age wise we're about five years old from the moment of our creation. We also grow fairly fast. Although it's not as fast as you all would say it is. To you all a few centuries of growth spurts is nothing more than a few years to us. To our Father it's but a blink of an eye and that's literally how we're made. A single thought, a blink, and then *poof* another little Angel to dote over. The mentality of our ages can change the more we learn and train with our older siblings. The more we learn, the more our appearances also begin to change. We grow taller in height and if I'd have to put an end range on the aging process...it's probably around the late thirties. Uriel and Raguel never appeared to age at all for as long as I've known them both. I'm beginning to believe that Azrael's cursed to be a moody teenager forever. His personality hasn't changed since the moment I fell into Hell."
He chuckled and smiled softly as he whispered.
"I often look back on the moment of my creation with my twin brother with contentment. Only later did I question the purpose of being made? Why create so many of us? Why create humanity at all? Why create anything at all? It's only when I first learned that I was going to be a father that I started looking back on how my Father treated us all with such love and care. When I finally became a father myself I finally understood—why? I could understand how fondly our Father looked over greeting us for the first time. I've seen the creation of my younger siblings so many times that I overlooked the significance of the moment. It was only after holding my baby girl in my arms for the first time that I understood why he created the angels and humanity. It's truly astonishing. Of how easy it is to become smitten by something so incredibly small and precious—a being created by the powers of ethereal love. An angel created by his own hands with just a single thought. He created a family for himself out of nothing—so he wouldn't be alone..."
