Kinktober: Hazbin Hotel One-Shots

Day 11: Futa/NonCon/DubCon (Sera/Charlie)

Day 11: Futa/NonCon/DubCon (Sera/Charlie)

***Trigger Warning: Non-consent/Dubious consent sex - Charlie doesn't exactly consent to Sera taking her. She says 'please don't' once but other than that, she is at least turned on***

Charlie had never felt more out of place than she did in the grand halls of Heaven. At first, this place seemed like a paradise. The sheer beauty, the blinding light, the elegance of it all—it was overwhelming, even for someone as cheerful and optimistic as her. Standing in the center of the heavenly court, her hands clasped in front of her, she waited nervously for Sera, the High Seraphim, to appear.

Her visit to Heaven, though brief, was meant to be a chance to prove her belief that Hell could change, that redemption was possible. But things hadn't gone as planned, and now, as she stood there with her heart racing, she couldn't shake the feeling that her stay in Heaven was about to take an unexpected turn.

She had arrived as per the instructions.

Come alone.

The Princess of Hell had left Vaggie in their room to pack up their things. They had brought enough luggage to stay the week even if they only planned for roughly a day's stay. Charlie liked to come prepared.

But for whatever the High Seraphim wanted from her, she couldn't help but think she was unprepared, but she owed it to the residents of the hotel one last effort to get them to see that anyone could be redeemed.

The doors at the far end of the court opened with a soft creak, and the tall, regal form of Sera entered the room. Her cedar-brown skin shimmered in the celestial light, and her two-layered gown flowed behind her as she moved with graceful authority. The spiked halos above her head gleamed, and her six large wings spread slightly behind her, adding to her imposing presence.

"Princess Charlotte, daughter of the Morningstar," Sera greeted, her voice as smooth as silk but laced with an undertone of something more. "Your time here is nearly over."

Charlie smiled, her heart fluttering with nervous excitement as she nodded. "Yes, thank you so much for allowing me to visit! I know it's only for a short time, but it means a lot to me. I still would love to talk to you about the hotel and the good work we are doing. I believe we can still change things. We deserve the chance to try."

Sera's eyes, with their white irises and dark pupils, watched Charlie carefully as she approached. There was something different in the way she looked at her now—something calculating, as if she were assessing the smaller, more innocent demoness standing before her. Sera's lips curled into a faint smile, but her eyes remained sharp.

"You are... far too innocent, Charlotte," Sera said softly, her voice carrying a tone that made Charlie's stomach flip. "Far too naive to be in Hell."

Charlie blinked, her smile faltering slightly. "I—what? But, I've been trying to change Hell, to help everyone there. I... I believe it can get better."

Sera's smile didn't fade, but there was a knowing glint in her eyes as she stepped closer, her towering form looming over Charlie. "That may be, but you are still so... fragile. You are not ready for the harshness of Hell."

Charlie's heart raced as Sera stood directly in front of her, the soft glow of the seraphim's body radiating warmth that was almost overwhelming. The High Seraphim looked down at her with a mixture of compassion and something darker, something more possessive.

"I have decided, Princess," Sera continued, her voice firm but soft, "that you are better suited for Heaven. You should stay here... where you are safe."

Charlie's eyes widened in shock, her heart pounding as she took a step back. "W-wait! But I have to go back. I need to help the souls in Hell!"

Sera's wings flared slightly, her gaze becoming more intense as she followed Charlie's retreat with slow, deliberate steps. "No, Charlotte. You belong here. I will make sure of it."