The Forgotten Celestial (Hazbin hotel AU)

Chapter 15: A Tangle of Hearts

The next morning, I woke up from a surprisingly peaceful sleep, but the weight of the upcoming extermination still hung over me like a dark cloud. I had been trying to push the thought to the back of my mind, but it was always there, lurking.

Charlie and Vaggie had left for Heaven earlier to speak with Sera, part of their plan to try and convince Heaven to allow second chances for demons (I remembered Charlie mentioning something like that in passing). Vaggie had been an Exorcist before, but now she stayed here in Hell, loyal to Charlie and, in a way, to me. She knew my secret, knew who I really was. After all, **Lute was the one who cut her wings** when she helped that innocent demon child.

Vaggie had never said a word about me being the commander, her old superior, the one she had once fought beside in Heaven. Maybe she stayed quiet because she understood my position, or maybe it was because she still cared for Charlie above all else. Either way, she never treated me any differently, and I was thankful for that.

I sat by myself in the corner of the hotel’s lobby, feeling small and utterly useless. Everyone was busy with preparations for the upcoming war, while I—supposed to be one of Heaven’s strongest commanders—sat on the sidelines. I wasn’t allowed to help them. I couldn’t. I was too tangled in my mission and my own internal conflict to get involved. My chest felt heavy with guilt.

Just as I was lost in thought, a shadow fell over me. I looked up to see **Lucifer** standing there, his eyes gleaming with curiosity and something else I couldn’t quite place. He seemed to have a habit of appearing at just the right—or wrong—moments.

“Why so glum, little lamb?” he asked, his tone teasing but not unkind. He sat beside me, folding his legs neatly and leaning back casually.

I tried to compose myself. “It’s nothing… I just feel a bit out of place, I guess.” I forced a smile, but I knew he wasn’t buying it. Lucifer was far too perceptive.

He tilted his head, his golden eyes studying me. “You? Out of place? I find that hard to believe.”

I laughed softly, feeling the tension ease just a little. It was strange—talking to Lucifer like this. He was the King of Hell, yet in these moments, he almost felt… approachable. Even if I knew I had to keep my guard up, something about him disarmed me.

We continued chatting, and soon, the conversation turned lighter. We talked about all sorts of things—his amusement with the current state of Hell, the quirky residents of the hotel, and even the odd duck-themed decorations in his room (which I pretended not to know about). I couldn’t help but laugh at some of his stories, his charisma making me forget, if only for a moment, the weight of my mission.

As I laughed at something he said, I noticed the way he was looking at me—almost as if he were seeing something more. His gaze was intense, and I felt my heart race in response. Was he being kind to me because he knew my secret? Or was there something else at play?

Before I could think too much about it, the door to the hotel swung open, and **Alastor** stepped inside, followed closely by Charlie. My eyes immediately went to Alastor. His usual smile was there, but there was a certain sharpness in his eyes as he looked toward me.

And then, he saw it.

He saw **me laughing** with Lucifer.

Alastor’s smile faltered for the briefest moment—so brief that if I hadn’t been watching him closely, I wouldn’t have noticed. But I did. He stood there, frozen for just a second, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he took in the scene before him. The easy conversation between Lucifer and me. The way we were sitting close, laughing.

I could feel the shift in the air, the tension crackling like static. Alastor’s grin returned, wider and sharper than before, but something was off. He walked over, his movements calm and graceful, but I could sense the heat beneath the surface.

“Well, well, well,” Alastor said, his voice laced with playful malice, “what’s this? A little heart-to-heart between the King of Hell and our lovely Y/N?” His red eyes flicked to me, something unspoken swirling behind them.

Lucifer, of course, didn’t miss a beat. “Just sharing a few stories,” he replied smoothly, his gaze shifting to Alastor. “It seems our dear Y/N enjoys a good laugh.”

Alastor’s grin didn’t waver, but I could feel his eyes on me, assessing. He tilted his head, leaning in slightly. “Yes, I’ve noticed she’s been in quite… good company recently.”

I swallowed, feeling the sudden tension rise. It was as if the temperature in the room had dropped. **Alastor’s gaze was sharp**, watching me intently. He wasn’t one to get jealous—or at least, he never showed it—but something about his tone made my heart skip.

Lucifer seemed to enjoy the shift in dynamic, leaning back with a sly smile. “Oh? Is that so?”

The air between them crackled with an unspoken challenge, but I couldn’t quite place what was happening. Was Alastor… annoyed? Jealous, even? The idea made my cheeks burn. I shifted uncomfortably, not knowing what to say.

Alastor’s attention turned fully to me, his grin still in place, though his eyes were unreadable. **“Tell me, darling,”** he began, his voice a little too smooth, **“what do you find so entertaining about Lucifer?”**

I blinked, caught off guard by the question. **Was this jealousy?** I had never seen this side of Alastor before. He had always been the confident, smug Radio Demon who seemed to have no attachments or concerns. But now, something in his demeanor had changed.

Lucifer leaned in, clearly amused by the situation. “Yes, I’d love to know too. What do you find… interesting about me?”

My face flushed with heat, caught between the two of them. **What was happening here?!**

I stood up abruptly, feeling overwhelmed by their gazes. “I—I just think you’re both very…” I stammered, trying to find the words, “...interesting. In different ways.”

Alastor’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with something dark and dangerous. “Interesting, hmm?”

Lucifer chuckled softly, his gaze sliding over to Alastor. “It seems you’re not the only one who’s caught her eye, Alastor.”

I opened my mouth to protest, to say something to break the tension, but before I could, Alastor stepped closer, his voice low and intimate. “Oh, don’t worry, Y/N. I’m not the jealous type.” His hand brushed against mine, sending a shiver up my spine. **“But I do like to keep what’s mine.”**

My heart skipped a beat, and I could feel the heat rise in my cheeks. **Was he implying…?**

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued by the interaction. “Interesting choice of words, Alastor.”

I could barely breathe. Caught between these two powerful figures, both of whom seemed to have taken a sudden interest in me, I felt the ground shift beneath me. **This wasn’t just a game anymore.**

Alastor’s eyes never left mine, and though his smile remained, there was something possessive in his gaze that sent my heart racing.

And then, Lucifer leaned in, his voice a soft whisper in my ear. **“Careful, darling. You might just find yourself at the center of something… far more dangerous than you expected.”**

I froze, feeling my breath hitch as I glanced between the two of them. **What had I gotten myself into?**

I couldn’t help the blush that spread across my face. **How did I end up here, caught between Lucifer and Alastor?**

And more importantly… **what was I going to do about it?**