Charlie had the same dream again. It was a dream about what happened a month ago, when Alastor showed up. It was his song he sang then, and it still plays out like before. It always started the same way. It would then end the same way. This time it was different.
After the final note song and Sir Pen showed up, she heard something, the flapping of wings, and when she blinked, she was...somewhere. It was green lush with...plants? Even though she never seen any plants before, she know instantly it was grass. And when she looked up, the sky wasn't red and hollow, it was blue and wide, stretching to all sides. She heard it again, but this time it was close. When she looked behind her, there it was. It was an enormous being, its face, shaped as if it was a beak, its body, covered in lightish blue feathers and its wings were taller than the roof of any of the tallest buildings, yet, she didn't feel threatened. If this being brought her here, then it had a reason. " W-who are you?", as Charlie asked in a shivering tone. No answer came from it, but then she heard someone...Vaggie? "I can't speak to you right now directly, child of fallen, but I can try and make a form you are calm with." and as the the look-alike Vaggie said those last words, the place changed again, and this time, it was at hell news? Or somewhere that looked identical. Instead of the table normally there, in its place sat two chairs and a small table, like at the bar, but more lively. "So if you're not Vaggie, who are you? I don't think I met a sinner who could do all this, maybe Alastor, but still-" before she continued, the being lifted its hand. When it sat, it explained. "I am lemondas, the winged one. I understand that you, along with a few others, would want to change hell, and in respect, fate. But, there is something that today, you must be in charge of. Here, I give this to you." as it soon lended out its hand, revealing a crystal of sorts.
It shined like no other light from any fire she had seen. Before Charlie could say thanks to them, she woke up. As if instinct, she felt her pajama pockets, and pulled out the jewel. On the back, it said, 'protect it, for it has a greater purpose'. Who, or what, was that? Immediately she leaped out of bed and headed to her library, unannounced to her a dark figure had stacked her, as a white smile and two pale white eyes opened, having a hint of purple behind them.
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Hazbin Hotel: The Fate of Fates
FanfictionHazbin Hotel is run by Charlotte Magne, or charlie for short with her friends Vaggie and Angel Dust, along with two other faces, The Radio Demon, Alastor, and a young teen turned murderous while in Hell for unknown reasons, Nate (fanmade). But somet...