The Forgotten Celestial (Hazbin hotel AU)

Chapter 2: Who am I?

A century had passed since the fateful choices of Lucifer and Lilith, a tale whispered through the corridors of Heaven and Hell. In this time, a new presence stirred—a girl who had no name, no origin, and no memories. She awoke on a soft cloud, the warmth of sunlight enveloping her like a gentle embrace, but confusion clouded her mind.

Where am I? Who am I? The questions echoed in her thoughts like a haunting melody, unanswered and persistent. She sat up slowly, gazing out over the vast expanse of fluffy white clouds and azure skies that stretched endlessly in all directions.

Before she could gather her thoughts, a figure appeared—a man with a gentle countenance and wise eyes, adorned in robes that shimmered with the light of divine grace. It was St. Peter, the gatekeeper of Heaven. He approached the girl with curiosity, sensing her confusion and innocence.

“Hello there,” he greeted her softly. “What brings you to these heavenly realms?”

“I... I don’t know,” she stammered, her voice trembling. “I don’t remember anything. I don’t even have a name.”

St. Peter furrowed his brow, intrigued by the girl before him. “It’s rare for one to arrive without a history. But you are here, which means you belong in this place. Come, let us find help.”

With a wave of his hand, he beckoned her to follow. They moved through the clouds until they reached the magnificent gates of Heaven. St. Peter pushed them open, revealing a realm filled with ethereal beauty—radiant gardens, angelic choirs, and the warm glow of divine light.

“We must seek Sera, the Seraphim,” St. Peter said, leading the girl through the heavenly expanse. “She has wisdom and compassion. Perhaps she can uncover the truth of your origins.”

As they approached a grand hall adorned with shimmering crystals and radiant light, Sera awaited them, her wings radiant and her presence soothing. St. Peter explained the girl’s predicament, and Sera’s eyes softened with empathy.

“Welcome, child,” Sera said gently. “Though we do not know your origins, you are here now, and that is what matters. You are not alone.”

The girl looked up, hope igniting within her. “But who am I? Why can’t I remember anything?”

Sera smiled, a warm, encompassing embrace that washed over the girl. “You are a creation of God, perhaps made in the wake of the events that transpired long ago. It is possible you were formed to bring balance to the world, though we may not know your purpose yet. You are welcome among us, and together, we will discover your true self.”

Though the answers were still elusive, the girl felt a sense of belonging in Heaven’s embrace. They decided to name her Y/n, a name that resonated with strength and creativity, embodying the essence of what she could become.

As time passed, Y/n grew under the guidance of Sera and the other angels. They nurtured her spirit, instilling in her a sense of independence and resilience. However, Y/n was not just an ordinary girl; she possessed an unyielding spirit, a fierce determination to understand her identity and purpose.

Her training intensified when Adam, the first man created by God, took notice of her. He saw in her not just potential but a fierce spirit that could lead others. “I believe you have the strength to become a commander of Exorcists,” he declared one day, his voice booming with authority. “We need someone who can face the darkness of Hell and protect the light of Heaven. Will you accept this responsibility?”

Overwhelmed but determined,
Y/n nodded. “I will. I want to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves.”

With that affirmation, the other commanders were tasked with training her. They honed her skills, teaching her the arts of battle, strategy, and the powers of divine light. As Y/n trained, she became a force to be reckoned with—strong, independent, and unwavering in her commitment to justice.

Years passed, and the girl who once wandered the clouds in search of her identity became a formidable warrior. She wielded light as her weapon, her heart hardened by the battles she fought and the injustices she sought to rectify. Y/n led missions into Hell, battling sinners and bringing them to account for their deeds.

Her victories were many, each one marking her as a rising star among the ranks of the Exorcists. She fought fiercely, and whispers of her prowess spread like wildfire through Heaven and Earth. Yet, despite her accomplishments, a lingering emptiness resided in her heart—a yearning for the answers to her origin, the truth of who she truly was.

In the depths of Hell, her battles raged on, and with every clash,
Y/N sought not just victory but an understanding of herself. Though she wore the armor of a warrior, her spirit craved the light of understanding that eluded her.

Thus began the journey of Y/N, a fierce warrior forged in the fires of destiny, with a past as mysterious as the battles she fought—a tale that intertwined with the legacies of those who came before her, echoing the complexities of love, loss, and the search for identity.