"I thought I lost him before my mother was killed." I say.
I always loved Mr. Blue. He was a gift when I was five years old. For three years I would do nothing but play with it. I would sleep with it. I would take it everywhere. I would always insist on brining it everywhere.
"You never lost it. Your mother gave it to us for safe keeping." Lilith says.
"But... why?" I ask.
"You got it for your fifth birthday, right?" She asks.
"How do you know?" I ask.
"We made it for you." She says.
"Wait, what?" I draw back.
"What?" Adam looks down at Lilith.
"Why?" I ask.
"As a reminder of your birth and how your different. Also partly an apology for making you." Lilith says.
I drop my sword.
"Varian, please stop this." She imitates Mr. Blue.
"Why didn't she tell me any of this?" I ask.
"She wanted to protect you." Lilith says.
"Quiet bitch." Adam slaps her.
"Mom!" Charlie yells.
"I'm alright honey." Lilith says.
I walk forward. I look around. There's so much destruction. Destruction caused by me. I'm not an angel. I'm a mix breed. I don't have to follow them. I'm not one of them. I'm something more. I'm something more than they'll ever be. I pick up my sword. I raise it in the air.
"Varian!" Charlie screams.
"No!" Lucifer yells.
"Go boy!" Adam yells.
I slice through... Adam's hand.
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FantasyA young angel comes to the Hazbin Hotel. Varian is not really an angel. He's half and half. Half Angel. Half demon. Gray as he calls it. He's come to Hell for one purpose and one alone. He wants to find his father to ask why he didn't do anything wh...
