Our Redemption Arc (Hazbin Hotel Adam x Reader)

A few problems

"Wanna fight?"

"No. We meet biweekly. No more, no less. Find something else to sour with your retched soul."

"C'mon... I'm giving you a chance to rough up a demon free of charge!" You text back. "Isn't that what you darling little danger birds live for?"

Instead of a reply, a portal opens up in front of you. You grin victoriously. You wish to deal with your complex emotions in the same manner you always do. Blood, guts and gore. Luckily for you, Lute is unaware of the fact you aren't supposed to leave the house without Adam's knowledge and is as battle hungry as you are. You scurry onto your feet like an overexcited puppy and skip through the magical doorway.

Neither of you look prepared for a fight. She's wearing a plain dress and socks and you're in a flimsy pj set. She, however, is able to snap her fingers and adorn flawlessly fitted and sharp looking equipment, which she does. You realise you probably should've brought a coat and a weapon other than the hair tie around your wrist.

"Looking good," you smile condescendingly, though you do think she genuinely looks good even though the exterminator fit gives you subconscious discomfort. "Mind givin' me a little somethin' somethin'?"

Lute subtly rolls her eyes and makes a less subtle, disapproving tut but she does end up waving her hand and showing you some mercy, entirely because it's less fun fighting someone who's wholly unprepared. You gain some lightweight, shiny armour around your torso and forearms, engraved similarly to church pillars, and a small, blunt dagger appears in your hand.

"Such a sweetheart. Thanks a million." You wink at her then flip the knife flamboyantly and catch it again. "Ready?"

She doesn't answer, much more ready than your smug ass, and charges at you. You're knocked over and punched senseless. You let it last a moment. You feel like you've earned it. After that brief indulgence in self punishment, you kick her off of you with impressive skill and ease. You rush forwards and knock the end of your knife's handle into her temple. She grabs your upper arm and easily flips you over herself and sends you crashing into her hardwood floor. You attempt to rip through her stomach but the blade doesn't even tear her shirt. Tsk.

She swings her metalled knuckles into your cheek, giving you a chance to grab her by the waist, flip the pair of you around and pin her down with your weight. You use solely the hard, blunt end of the weapon now and slam it down repeatedly into the base of her neck, making her wheeze and growl at you. You grin. That is, until she pushes you both up with her wings and effortlessly throws you across the room into a bookshelf. The wood is fine but your back has splintered into a million pieces and you're now coughing up your lungs.

When she sprints at you again, you feel a sudden wave of strength shoot through your body, lethal enough to make a heroin high pale in comparison. You sprint forward. Horns crawl out of your skull, your teeth and nails lengthen and reshape into sharp shards, a spiked tail whips out of the bottom of your spine and a your body nearly doubles its number of bones. Her eyes widen. Yours narrow into thin, black slits. You're having so much fun that you haven't even noticed what's changed.

You pin her down. Right before you grab her by the mask and slam her head into the ground, you feel something finally. Agony wouldn't come close to describing it justly. Your grip softens. You look down. Yep. That's an angelic spear, fully enchanted with a demon's kryptonite and glowing deceptively beautifully, lodged in your abdomen.

"Fuck-" You gasp for breath, the panicked adrenaline barely making a dent in the pain you feel, and fall onto your back beside her.

"Fuck-!" She panics herself, ripping the weapon out of you and accidentally making it so, so, so much worse.