Adam's revenge // swap

Part 7.

Emily's pov;

The heavy oak doors slammed shut behind Emily, the finality of the sound echoing in the sterile white hallway. Still buzzing from the High Court meeting, a storm of emotions battled within her. The veiled threats, the whispers like angry hornets, all swirled around the one name they kept buzzing about - Hazbin Hotel.

Back in her own chambers, Emily found Sera staring out the window, her silhouette bathed in the faint glow of distant celestial bodies. The usually unflappable seraph looked positively petrified. "Sera," Emily began, her voice laced with concern, "what's wrong? Did something happen after I left?"

Sera remained silent, her back rigid as a statue. Finally, with a deep breath that hitched in her throat, she turned around. Her eyes, usually pools of serene blue, held a stormy mix of fear and frustration.

"Emily," she started, her voice tight, "you gotta be careful. Your whole... Hazbin Hotel obsession is bringing serious heat down on you."

Emily bristled. "Obsession? It's not an obsession, Sera! Hazbin Hotel represents a chance at redemption, even for the damned. Isn't that what we're all about?"

Sera ran a hand through her platinum hair, the gesture a stark contrast to her usually composed demeanor. "Look, exploring all options is one thing, but you charge in like a bull in a china shop! These angels, they're power-hungry sharks, and your bleeding heart makes you chum in the water."

Emily felt a cold dread creep up her spine. "Sera, are you saying they want to... like... exile me?" she whispered, the very idea sending shivers down her back.

Sera flinched, her eyes widening in alarm. "No! No way! Listen, exile is... it's not even something we should talk about. Not if you..." Her voice trailed off, replaced by a pained sigh.

"Not if I what?" Emily pressed, her heart hammering like a trapped bird. "Don't you believe in second chances anymore?"

Sera's face contorted in a battle of emotions - fear, love, and a flicker of something that looked suspiciously like suppressed anger. "Of course I do, Em," she said, her voice cracking with barely contained tears. "It's just... you push too hard, too fast. You need to... play it cooler."

The implication hung heavy in the air. Play it cool? That meant becoming the same stoic, emotionless seraph she used to be. A seraph who ignored the cries of the damned, who valued order above all else.

Emily closed her eyes, picturing herself standing at a crossroads. One path led towards the fiery gates of Hazbin Hotel, a glimmer of hope for redemption flickering in the distance. But it was a path that could lead to isolation, loneliness, and the terrifying prospect of exile.

The other path led back to the familiar, sterile corridors of Heaven, where everything was neat and predictable. But it was a path that stifled her spirit, ignored the possibility of change, and embraced a cold, rigid code of conduct.

When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with a newfound resolve. Looking at Sera, she saw not just her sister, but a reflection of the choice before her. Sera, strong and unwavering, embodied the celestial order, the path of safety and certainty. But in her tear-filled eyes, Emily also saw a flicker of something else - a yearning for the very thing Emily was fighting for.

"Sera," Emily declared, her voice firm but laced with love, "I can't silence my beliefs. I won't abandon those who need help, even if it means facing exile."

Tears welled up in Sera's eyes, their celestial glow dimming with despair. She reached out, her hand hovering over Emily's for a moment before she pulled back. "I can't protect you anymore, Em," she whispered, her voice thick with sorrow. "These angels... they're relentless. But you can't give up hope. Fight for what you believe in, even if you have to fight alone. Remember, even fallen angels can hold a spark of light."

And in those whispered words, Emily found a spark of her own - a spark of defiance, a determination to fight not just for Hazbin Hotel, but for the very soul of Heaven itself. Exile or not, she wouldn't back down. This wasn't just about a hotel in Hell anymore; this was a war for the future of Heaven, and Emily, the seraph with a rebellious heart, was ready to fight.

Sera smiled softly at her, although Emily could see sadness glinting in her eyes. Sera turned and walked into her rooms, shutting the doors to her chambers behind her.

Sera's pov:

The oak doors slammed shut behind her with a sickening finality, the sound echoing through the vast emptiness of her chamber. The weight of the High Court meeting settled upon her like a leaden shroud. The whispers, veiled threats, accusing glares - all aimed at Emily, and all fueled by her unwavering support for that infernal hote.

Sera ran a hand through her platinum hair, the usually immaculate strands clinging to her damp skin. Fear, a primal, raw emotion rarely felt by a seraph, gnawed at her. Emily was charging in like a bull in a china shop, her compassion a beacon in the dark, attracting the wrong kind of attention. Those power-hungry vultures in the court saw her kindness as weakness, a crack in the celestial facade they desperately wanted to maintain.

Exile. The word hung heavy in the air, a chilling possibility that had been a silent threat ever since Emily started her crusade for that damned hotel. Sera pictured Emily, her once magnificent wings, ripped from her back, leaving behind only raw, bleeding scars, cast out into the burning abyss of Hell. No. It couldn't happen. She wouldn't let it.

But how? Protecting Emily had always been her sacred duty, a bond forged in blood and celestial fire. Yet, here she was, powerless. The court's whispers were growing louder, fueled by the fear Emily's unorthodox views instilled in them. They saw her as a threat, a potential rebel who could shatter the celestial order they clung to with such desperation.

Sera squeezed her eyes shut, picturing Emily's face, her eyes filled with a fire that mirrored the passion in her heart. Sera understood that fire. It was the same spark that had once burned brightly within her own soul, a spark gradually extinguished by duty and the rigid code of Heaven.

The anger that flared within her was a foreign but welcome sensation. These were her colleagues, her supposed equals, not a pack of rabid dogs baying for Emily's blood. They were the ones who needed to be reined in, reminded of the core principles of faith - forgiveness, redemption, and hope.

But hope felt like a fragile flame in this storm of fear and ambition. Confronting them head-on would be like charging into a wall of stone. Sera needed a plan, a way to shield Emily from their venomous attacks without sacrificing her own integrity.

A flicker of a memory sparked in her mind - a memory, half-forgotten, of hushed tones and stolen glances. It spoke of Lucifer, the charismatic angel who had dared to question the celestial order. Legends spoke of his rebellion, of his challenging the authority of God himself. Some even whispered of forbidden love, of Lucifer taking Adam's first wife, Lilith, as his own. Was he truly evil, or simply a voice of dissent silenced by fear?

The thought shocked Sera. Why would she be thinking such rebellious things?! She slammed her eyes shut, pushing the image of Lucifer and his defiance from her mind. Questioning the order, challenging authority - these were the paths that led to darkness.

Sera couldn't let her love for Emily cloud her oath to Heaven. No, she couldn't. From now on, Emily would have to face the consequences of her actions alone. If exile was the path she chose, then so be it. Sera wouldn't defy the celestial order, wouldn't risk her own wings for a cause that the angels themselves deemed heretical.

But that didn't mean she wouldn't try to save Emily from herself. Subtly, carefully, she would guide her sister away from the precipice. She would plant seeds of doubt, highlight the dangers of challenging the established order. It wouldn't be easy, but it was the only way. Emily had to choose her own path, and Sera, heartbroken as she might be, couldn't shield her from the consequences.

{{Hi Loveliessssssssssssss, how ya doing? I'm sorry I'm not posting a lot of Heaven, but I will try to get back to that again later. Time: 11:58pm 🤷‍♀️😅 Kisses!!! 💋💋🫶🏻🥰}}

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