A Close Encounter - A Hazbin Hotel FanFic

Part Nine - Angel of Wrath

Singe had dragged Lute as far out of the alley as she could, yet the limp ex-Exorcist was too heavy for the short fifteen year old. Singe kept trying to call for help, but still, nobody answered.

On any other day, this would be strange, but today, this was expected. Every year, while Lucifer would be flying around with Singe, the rest of the hotel residents were preparing and decorating. Nobody would answer their phones to anyone.

Singe was all alone, with a barely conscious Lute, no way to get her the help she desperately needed.

Lute's awareness was slipping, and no matter how often Singe shook her, or tried to stimulate her, they were only delaying the inevitable, and after what seemed like hours, Lute fell unconscious in Singe's arms. She was alive still, but only just.

Singe knew that she couldn't leave Lute alone in a state like this. If a Sinner saw her like this, they'd no doubt kill her on the spot.

Singe waited for a long time, hoping and praying that someone would come, and soon, someone finally did. Three people.

“You two did amazing! I'm sure all the most cultured Sinners will greatly appreciate this film,” Valentino’s voice rang out, low and sultry as always.

Singe perked up as she heard the next voice though. It was Angel Dust’s voice, “Fuck yeah! Finally, a session that went by without any problems.”

Singe stood up and peeked around the corner, only to be met face-to-face by the three. Singe stumbled back in surprise at their closeness, not expecting it.

Yua reached out and caught Singe before she fell backwards.

“Well what do we have here? Hey beautiful, you lookin’ for a job?”

Singe ignored Valentino’s comments and started speaking faster than ever before, “AngelIneedyourhelpit’sLuteshewas-”

“Slow down kiddo,” Yua’s soft voice cut Singe off. Singe took a deep breath and tried again.

“I need your help. Some special Exorcist came down and attacked us. Lute is in really bad shape!” Singe was clearly panicking. She never did well in stressful situations, and it was showing.

“You two know this kid?” Valentino put his hand on Angel’s shoulder.

“Val, not now,” Angel brushed Valentino’s hand off his shoulder, and froze when he saw the state Lute was in, “Unholy shit…”

“What do you mean ‘not now’? I am in charge, Angel, Yua!”

“I said, not now-”

Angel was cut off by a sharp slap to the face, knocking him into the wall. Singe, having enough of her friends and family getting hurt, stepped forwards.

“You think that you can just-” Singe was also cut off, but she caught Valentino's wrist before he could hit her, “-you can't keep doing this shit to my friends!”

Singe started to twist Valentino's wrist, but her action was met with a hard kick to the chest. Singe flew back and landed next to Lute.

“I don't have time to deal with idiots like you. Angel, Yua, let's go”

“No”

“No”

Angel Dust and Yua's simultaneous and confident disobedience caught Valentino by surprise, “I don't give a damn who this kid is to you. When I say come, you say…”

“You know what I say? I say-” Yua follows up by bashing Valentino's face into her knee, then pushing the moth back.

Valentino's nose begins to bleed, and his glasses crack and fall apart. With a pained groan and a muttered ‘you'll pay for that’, the porn director retreats.

Angel helps Singe back to her feet and then looks down at Lute. Yua walks over, wiping as much of the blood off her knee as possible.

“Well. Happy birthday, Singe,” Angel chuckles nervously, then scoops Lute into his four arms, “She'll be ok.”

Singe wipes a tear from her cheek, “I hope so. Let's go home.”

Yua nods in agreement, sensing the severity of the situation, “Yeah, good idea.”

Angel carried Lute, her bloody wings leaving a trail of golden liquid drips as they walked back to the hotel. The rest of the day was a blur, nothing like any of Singe's birthdays in the past.

Between the commotion of getting Lute into the hotel's medical room and getting her vitals stable and her wings bandaged and Singe explaining exactly what she saw over and over again… the day was stressful.

Singe sat in the small medical room beside Lute all day. She was determined to not leave her side. She didn't eat anything else that day, or even open her birthday gifts.

Singe sat awake all night and all throughout the following day, waiting for Lute to wake up. She had to wake up. Right?

“You should get some sleep,” Yua's soft voice brought Singe out of her thoughts, “She would want ya to be looking after yourself.”

“I can't… I need to look after her.”

Yua looked conflicted. On one hand, Singe was like a niece to her, and she didn't want her to not take care of herself. But Yua also knew how close Lute and Singe were.

“Alastor is doing a good job at keeping her stable. She'll be alright,” Yua looked through all of Lute's vitals and statistics. In reality, she wasn't doing great.

Lute lost a lot of blood, and there were no good donors. Vaggie and Yua were the only candidates, yet Vaggie didn't have the right blood type, and Yua wanted to keep her status as an angel a secret to all but Angel Dust. Frankly, it would be a miracle if Lute survived, but nobody would tell that to Singe.

Yua sat next to Singe and wrapped one of her wings around the young girl. Exhaustion quickly caught up with her, and she fell asleep, nuzzled in the embrace of Yua's soft wings.