𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

saved pt 2

Adam stared at the man sitting in the cushy seat beside him. Looking at Lucifer now, after all this time, Adam realized that he hadn't changed much. The king of hell was powerful, intimidating even, but he still radiated a kind energy, soft and patient, wanting nothing more than to see what the first man would do, just as he'd once been. Adam could feel long-forgotten feelings stirring in his stomach, warm and dizzying, when he realized that he was once again staring. Still not being confident that Lucifer couldn't read thoughts, he quickly cleared his mind of those feelings, replacing them with reminders of the harsh present. He couldn't live in his memories of Eden forever, that was a long ass time ago and things are different now.

"So, what, you're suddenly gonna be my spiritual guide through hell? I don't want your help," Adam spat, reminding himself of every reason he hated Lucifer, hell, sinners, all of it. "In case you've forgotten, I'm not some poor crackwhore looking for the light. I'm fucking Adam, and I fucking hate you." The king seemed to quickly pick up on the change in Adam's demeanor and matched it himself, returning to the arrogant asshole Adam was used to. Thank god, they were done pretending they were in that damn garden again. Adam didn't wanna deal with feelings, he wanted to deal with the fact that he was in fucking hell.

"You think I'd ever offer you charity?" Lucifer laughed at the notion. "Don't flatter yourself, I just said I feel for your shitty situation, not that I was gonna suck your dick. But, now that you bring it up..." the pale man stood, an idea seeming to form in his head. Adam cocked his head in alarm. "No, not that, get your mind out of the gutter. I mean I could offer you some sort of protection." Did he not just hear what he said?

"I said I can take care of myself, so whatever you're thinking, keep it to yourself, dick." Adam stood and began to walk towards the door. He had no clue where he would go, but he sure didn't wanna continue this conversation.

"You said it yourself, you'll be torn to shreds when you go back out there and someone recognizes you," Lucifer called after him in a sing-songy tone. Adam stopped in his tracks. Shit, he'd almost forgotten about that. He'd gotten lucky the day before that nobody had recognized him, but the more time he spent on the streets, the more opportunity he had to be found out. Upon seeing that Adam was listening, Lucifer continued. "Like I said, I don't do charity, especially for you, but I can make you a deal." Adam's blood ran cold through his veins. He didn't have to look behind him to know that Lucifer had taken on his true demonic form, the crackling power in the air did enough to prove that. Adam tried to move towards the door again but found himself frozen in fear. Fuck, he hated being afraid of this prick.

"Do you really think I'm stupid enough to make a deal with the literal devil?" Adam hissed around his fear. "I'd like to keep my soul at least somewhat intact, thank you very much."

Lucifer laughed, the menacing sound only sending chills down the first man's spine. "Oh hell no, full offense but I wouldn't want to touch your soul with a ten-foot pole."

Adam tried to ignore his extreme offense at the statement. "Then what do you want?" Lucifer must've let up his powerful aura because Adam suddenly felt significantly more at ease. He turned to face him, seeing a casual smile on his smug face.

"Nothing sexual if that's what you're worried about," Lucifer teased, not knowing how right he was about where the man's mind had instantly wandered. "I'll allow you to stay with me in my castle for free and give you my full protection from other sinners and, in exchange, you'll do some chores around the house and, most importantly, you'll let Charlie try to redeem you." Adam couldn't help the laugh of surprise at the terms.

"Wait, what?" He asked, laughing incredulously. He'd expected something far darker than going to therapy and a bit of housekeeping. Lucifer rubbed his temple, almost seeming equally as unsure about what he'd said.