Wicked or Heavenly? {A Hazbin hotel Fanfiction}

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It had been four days since Emily had joined us, and she was still here. 
She claimed that it was because she used too much energy to heal my Dad... Yeah we all believe that Emily.
I personally think she likes it here, but that's just me. 
Dad sat on the couch watching me try to teach Emily how to kick a soccer ball. 
I wasn't in a team or anything like that, but I did enjoy it as a fun pass time, and I had gotten quite good at it.
I lined the side of my foot up to the ball. "Alright, Emily, contrary to popular belief, You do not in fact, kick it with your toe." 
I pulled my hair out of my face before I continued. "you actually kick it with the side of your foot." I hopped on my other foot and kicked the ball across the room. 
Mom had to enter the parlor at that exact moment didn't she? 
The ball sailed inches from her face and hit the wall behind her with a smack, knocking the family portrait off its hook and on to the floor.
Mom turned to me and gave me an, What did I say about this look. 
I looked back innocently. 
Dad looked back and forth between us as he seemed to sink into the sofa. 
You see, he knew perfectly that I was supposed to do this outside
Mom sighed and picked up the painting off the floor, hanging it back on the wall before going back into the kitchen.  
We all glanced at each other in a moment of silence before bursting into laughter.
Emily gasped in air, and fell onto the sofa next to Dad. "I'm guessing that were not supposed to do this inside?" 
I wiped tears out of my eyes as I stood there still chuckling. "Yeah, I'm supposed to take it to the back yard."
She stood back up, straightening her dress. "Well then, we should probably do as she wishes." 
I nodded sitting down on the floor.  
What else could I do with her? 
I had learned that Emily was very energetic and fun to hang out with, but she was very righteous. 
Emily put a finger on her chin. "Say, what does hell look like anyway?" 
My ears perked up. "Oh there's an idea! I could show you around!" 
Dad eyed Emily's wings. "Um Darling? Are we sure that Miss Emily here will be safe with her very angelic features?"
My ears fell back down. "Oh yeah, never mind." 
Emily looked at me sadly a second before her eyes lit up. "Wait!" 
She took a deep breath, put her hands together. 
To my amaze, her wings started to glow, before they disappeared completely. 
She opened her eyes. "There!" 
I stood up. "Yeah and now I can just lend you some cloths, maybe we can peruse Mom's makeup and demonetize that face a little!" I grabbed her hand and ran upstairs, ignoring Dad's calls. 
I ran into my room and flung my closet doors open. " Hey Em? What size are you?" I said over my shoulder, shuffling through my cloths. 
I heard her plop down on my bed. "Uhhhh, a small?" 
I rolled my eyes. "There wasn't supposed to be a question mark there, but okay."  
I pulled out a dark red floor length skirt. "Here try this."  
She took it and walked into my bathroom. 
  "Um, Lily?" she called. 
  "Hmm?" I said. 
The door creaked and she stuck her head out. "I need a top." 
I smiled sheepishly. "Oh yeah, um here," I pulled out a black shirt. "Try this."
I chucked the cloth at her and she caught it and closed the door once more. 
    "LILY!" 
I spun around to look at the bathroom door where Emily's voice was coming from. "What?!" I cried. 
  "This is a crop top!" 
I shook my head. "So?" 
She flung the door open, apparently not caring that she was only half dressed. "This is scandalous." 
I laughed. "It's not scandalous, Emily, it's just... showy."  
The angel gave me a look. "I don't like showy." 
Crossing my arms, I sighed. "Oh your like Mom." 
Emily threw her arms in the air. "There is nothing wrong with not wanting to show yourself to other people." She huffed. "Why can't I wear... something like you?" She nodded to my jeans and button up.
I shook my head. "Emily none of my cloths like this would fit you. Something I did inherit from both Mom and Dad, is that I am skinny," I took a step away from her and gestured to myself. "I am built like a twig, so no, none of my other cloths will fit you."
Emily snapped her fingers. "Dang it!" 
She huffed again and walked back into the bathroom. 
A minute later, I was tucking her waterfall of hair into something more practical. 
  "Wow, your really good at this." Emily commented over her shoulder as she looked at herself in the mirror. 
I shrugged. "Eh, I have some practice." I retched up and pulled the one pin holding my hair in place, out. 
My white and black hair fell to my waist, and I walked over and stood next to Emily. "See?" I said.  
The Seraphim's mouth dropped open and she walked behind me, running her fingers over it. "Wow... that's kind of amazing, you know what? It looks way better than mine." 
She tilted her head at me. "Why don't you leave it down? It's beautiful."  
I walked over to my mirror and planted my hands on the counter, I smiled.  "My parents believe that  having beauty in hell is not a good thing, people will want it, they will take it, they will destroy it." I chuckled. "That's why we have to un-glamor you."  
Emily bit her lip. "Oh." 
I turned around. "But I keep my hair up, and its fine so you have nothing to worry about."
Emily nodded. "Okay... whatever you say." 


Emily and I walked out of the coffee shop, holding our drinks. 
Emily was amazed that we had a lot of thing that Heaven had.
Obviously Heavens were better but, whatever.
The seraphim laughed. "I had no idea that It was so... nice here." 
I shook my head. "Oh no, this is just Cannibal town, the rest of hell sucks." 
Emily looked at me and gulped. "C-cannibal?"  
I winced. "Ohhhh yeah, sorry." 
She shook her head. "Um no, i-its hell, I should have expected that." 
I stood straight. "Well! How about we go shopping? I have a little extra allowance."  
Emily nodded and I ran across the road, standing in the middle, waiting. "Emily you coming?" I called. 
She chuckled. "Okay hold on, just tying my shoe." 
I smiled and stood there. 
I was about to say something when Emily cut into my thoughts. "LILY GET OUT OF-" 
Car headlights filled my vision.
It felt like my neck just snapped as the car hit me. 
I gasped trying to get air back into my lungs, but to no avail. 
It felt like I had a dagger in my spine, as I writhed in agony. 
Darkness started to cloud my vision as I clawed at my throat, I was shaking, but more violently than normal. 
Was I having a seizure? 
I didn't have time to think about it as pain and darkness dragged me into it's tight grasp.