The Morningstar Prince (Hazbin Hotel)

Overture

Samael stood outside the door to the Angel's meeting room, his cane tapping against the floor as he waited, letting out an anxious breath. He wasn't looking forward to this. Whatever Adam wanted to talk to him about, especially to bring him all the way to Heaven couldn't be good.

Samael stopped tapping his cane, taking a deep breath he closed his eyes. Rolling his shoulders and then standing straighter Samael calmed himself. He was the Prince of Hell. He was Samael Morningstar, whatever Adam wanted to throw at him, he could take it.

But just as he was getting himself settled in for the meeting, he heard a soft, joyful voice. One that he hadn't heard in several years and sent a tiny shock through his system,

"Sammy?"

Samael's eyes shot open, turning his head to the left he saw a young Angel with silver-like skin, her eyes shining with joy as she ran towards him, "Sammy!"

Samael stepped back instinctively, opening his arms up as she jumped into him. Samael's wrapping around her and keeping her close to him as he heard her bubbly giggle.

Samael felt a smile come to his lips, with a joking tone he asked, "Who am I holding right now, Emily, Em, or E?"

Emily huffed, pushing herself off of his chest so she could look at his face, Samael smirking as she narrowed her eyes at him, "Really? We haven't seen each other in years and that's the first thing you say?"

Samael chuckled, "Come on, it was kind of funny."

Emily crossed her arms and with a swish of her hair faced away from him, Samael rolling his eyes at her exaggerated action. Using one of his arms he kept her propped up in his arms and with the other reached up to lightly pinch her cheek.

Emily letting out a squeak, turned to him with a whine, "Hey, that hurts."

"Mhm," Samael smirked as he chuckled evilly, "Guess the great Seraphims aren't as tough as they say."

"That's not fair!" She said only for the two of them to break down into laughter a few moments later. A radiant sound that burst forth from both of their lungs and filled the hallway.

"It's been too long Emily, how are you?" Samael asked as his laughter died down, Emily smiling as she started to excitedly talk,

"Great! Sera's been teaching me a lot! I've been meeting so many new souls. I'm doing my best to help a lot of the newer Winners. Some of them are so shy and so generous, some of them are natural born leaders, some of them..."

Emily filled in every detail she could about her day, a dull moment never filling the space as Samael listened intently, responding as needed. Emily continued until her eyes noticed a light shine from underneath his hair. Moving the blond strands out of the way she reached out to the earring that dangled from his lobe.

Lighting up as she said, "Oh! You're still wearing it."

"Of course Em, Why wouldn't I wear the most eye-catching earring in the entire world? It was a gift from you, I'd never throw that away. And you didn't hear this from me," Samael pretended to look around, as if he was telling a secret "but I think everyone gets so jealous that they can't have one like me."

Emily's laugh had brightened his world, completely forgetting the tension on him from before, her laugh so infectious he couldn't help himself but to join.

"I'm glad you still wear it," She said happily.

"And I can say the same to you, Emy." Sam referred to the other half of the earring that Emily wore.

"Yap! This way, every time I miss you, I look in the mirror and remember how close you are to me!"

Samael's heart skipped a beat from Emily's wholesome declaration, chuckling and rubbing her head to reward her for being so patient and making him feel better. But at last, he was here for a reason, "While it is sooo much fun holding and chatting with you, I do kind of have a meeting to attend to."