Retribution

The Gate's Open:

Fear Not The Wrath Of An Angry Man, But The Wrath Of The Good One.

And Fear The Wrath Of The Fatherless Son, For His Wrath Is Undying.

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Deep within Hell, A soul breathed it's last. 

First, His eye's lost their shine.

Second, His heart stopped beating.

Third, His Halo fell unto the ground.

Laughing in the way that only she could laugh, Nifty seemed to skip to the other residents of the Hazbin Hotel, looking at the golden blood on her dagger the entire time as she did. "Pretty" was all she said as the other Hell-Dwelling Sinners stared at her.

Shrugging, Lucifer turned away from the body of the first man, the shadow's of the retreating Exorcist's having long faded away into the skies of Hell. "Well, Whose up for Pancakes?" He asked happily, eager to celebrate the death of the first man.  Charlie sighed, only glancing back towards the body of the First Man once, while she didn't pity Adam, nor mourn his passing, death was still death. 

But Perhaps, from this tragedy, a new treaty could be assigned? She hoped. Hand in hand with her girlfriend, Vaggie, a Fallen Angel and Ex-Exorcist... EXorcist....EX-orcist?.. She began to make her way towards the rubble of her Hotel, alongside her friends.

Then all of them, save for her father, were thrown to the ground by a shock-wave greater than any earthquake, originating from the skies above them. Yelping from the sudden movement, Charlie pushed herself off the ground with confusion. "Dad... What was that?" She asked as she looked around, trying to discern the source of the force. Her Friends, Angel Dust, Husk, and Cherri Bomb all shared confused expressions. Nifty was forcibly trying to clean herself from the dust with an erratic expression.

"I... don't know..." Her father said with a confused expression, with honestly shocked Charlie. Her father always had an answer for... most... generally... Okay he was knowledgeable about general stuff, and had lived for a very long time. Eyes suddenly widening, Charlie's gaze darted to the body of Adam, terrified that perhaps the First Man wasn't as dead as he seemed.

Except, he hadn't moved, he was still dead as could be. So, if it wasn't him then, what could create a shock-wave that large? She continued to wonder, until she heard a gasp coming from her girlfriend beside her. "Charlie... Look Up..." Frowning, Charlie did as she was told, and turned her gaze skywards, but all she saw was the foggy sky of hell, and the swinging open gates of heaven...

Wait... WHAT?

"Did someone... throw open the gates of Heaven?" Angel Dust asked with a frown.

"No..."

The entire group spun around, their gazes once again on the body of Adam, or rather, who stood beside it.

What was undoubtedly an Angel, stood slack jawed beside the body of Adam, his eyes locked on the first Man's Corpse. 

He stood at a jaw dropping 10 feet tall, making him as tall as Adam, and the tallest person there. He wore simple white clothing, a skin-tight white shirt, baggy white pants, and white boots. He also wore finger-less white gloves, and had a silver ring on his left ring finger. His hair was brown at the roots with white highlights, but was shorter than Adam's Hair. This hair complimented his handsome face perfectly.

But what caught their eyes, were the pair of large, Metallic Silver Wings that stretched out from the man's back. They were as large as Adam's were, and radiated holy power. "Who is that?" Angel Dust said cautiously, narrowing his eyes at the figure.