HELL'S ANGEL•*⁀➷Yandere! Hazbin hotel ➳Fem! Archangel! Reader

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❝It's about that Charlie Morningstar...❞
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Decades later...

‧₊˚* ੈ✩‧₊˚*❝She's late again, Micheal...❞

A sultry voice reached the archangel's eardrums, his blue hues searching around the courtroom where he had waited.

Rubbing his fingertips against his temple to ease his impatience the archangel released a long-holding exhale through his slightly parted lips.

"Sera, wasn't your subordinate supposed to retrieve her? That is the reason why you called us here correct?"

Sera held a warm smile, the angel nodding firmly yet gently she felt her nerves becoming uneasy as she was forcing herself to bring up the important topic at hand.

"Ah, yes. It's very important it has something to do with the execution-..."

"Hell's execution? What of it? I could have sworn we agreed on not talking about it...you'll handle it while I turned a blind eye." Micheal's firm gaze snapped to greet Sera's causing her shoulders to become visibly tensed.

"I know but that's the problem...Lucifer's daughter-..."

A sharp exhale came from Micheal for what seemed to be the millionth time halted Sera's words it wasn't until then Archangel waved his hand for her to continue was when she did.

"Charlie Morningstar has used Lucifer to request a trial...we were unsure what she wants the trial to be about until she came and then..."

"Oh spit it out Sera, it can't be that difficult."

"Rehabilitate sinners?"

Emily nodded excitedly with a wide smile, the seraphim stood in front of you in the hallway that led to the courtroom.

A smile began to creep across your lips, your six wings fluttering at just the thought of the chance of saving souls. "Is that even possible? It hasn't been done before."

"That's the thing! Charlie is going to do everything in her power to make it happen! You should have been there (Y/n) I just know you would have backed her up!"

Emily knew you were just as passionate as she was to help save souls no matter who they were, after all that was why you were created to begin with. "Thank you Emily ...but if Micheal was there I'm sure he would make sure I wouldn't agree."

"Yeah, that's because he's not fucking batshit crazy like a certain damn seraph!"

The familiar voice of a Virtuous soul seized your conversation with Emily, you turned around as Emily glared at the approaching Adam and Lute.

"Emily isn't crazy, Adam it's called having hope."

Countering his insult towards your friend, merely earning a snort-like laugh from the man not paying any mind to your words. "Hope? Don't tell me you're agreeing with this shit."

Parting your lips to speak your eyes widened suddenly once Adam closed the little space between the two of you, flicking your gaze from his chest that pressed against yours to his eyes.

"I know you're not stupid so don't start making stupid ass agreements definitely when it comes to psycho bitches like her."

Emily's eyebrows knitted at Adam's attempt at Imitation, she grabbed your shoulders pulling your smaller figure away from Adam who instantly flickered his hardened gaze to the Seraphim.

"Your little imitation isn't going to work Adam! Stop getting so close you know every time you do that she can't think."

Fluttering your eyelashes bringing yourself back to the conversation, you turned to look at Emily in a hint of confusion. "Huh? Yes, I can what are you talking about?"

Emily's shoulders dropped the angel's lips forming into a warm smile, "You kinda space out, sweetie, but it's okay! It's because you're not used to physical touch!"

Unable to hide his devious smirk, a scoffed laugh rolled off of Adam's tongue. His golden irises raking themselves up and down your body taking in your appearance, thoughts beginning to fill his mind.

"Pfft- that's why I should be the one to change it."

"What?" Emily's soft gaze hardened as she flickered her eyes to glare at Adam, your best friend pulling her towards her in a protective manner. "Adam if you ever touch her!-..."

Raising an eyebrow at Emily's threat, the exorcist merely smiled finding her reaction amusing.

"What are you going to do? Sing me to death?...(Y/n) You better be on the right side because I fucking swear if you piss me off..." Walking past you, he leaned down against your earlobe, a chill running down your spine feeling his breath tickling your eardrum.

"I'll just take my anger out on you."

Moving away from you, Adam walked away with a knowing smirk the angel swatting his hand in Emily's face. "See ya later four-wing babe! Come on Danger Tits!"

"It was nice seeing you, (Y/n)...but Adam is right...do make the right choice." Lute who was silent during the small interaction spoke towards you, her eyes longingly fixated on yours before she followed after the other.

Emily waited for the duo to leave until she rolled her eyes in annoyance, gritting her teeth slightly as she exhaled. "Ugh! The nerve of that guy! I don't know how you can handle it, (Y/n)-...(Y/n)?"

Turning you around to face her, her eyes widened seeing your flustered expression your eyes were just wide merely stunned by Adam's words.

A light laugh was unable to be held by the other at your adorable flustered expression, perhaps one of the many reasons why Adam continued to taunt you.

Grabbing your hand, her wings fluttered gently at the connection. She began to guide you towards the courtroom with a gentle smile.

"Come on, let's not keep them waiting you know how Micheal could get."