After The First Day Of The Rest Of Their Lives

hastur in hell

A story of what happens in the weeks following the failed apocalypse....

This is kind of a romantic-comedy-farce with a fair slice of angst, a lot of sex and, if you squint, a plot. As you'll see from the relationship tags almost everybody ends up with somebody at some point. Despite this the main focus is on reuniting my favourite demon couple because, really, Ligur can't be gone forever can he? That would just be too unfair.

I have borrowed from the convention in many other fics that, if Ligur was resurrected by Adam, then he is most likely to have gone back to his original form.... i.e. become an angel.

It starts off sad, but soon cheers up...

Notes:

Re-reading this it is a bit of a depressing start....but please don't be put off, it really does cheer up later on....

Chapter 1: Hastur In Hell

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It was raining again. It always seemed to be raining these days. Hastur didn't care. He sat outside ignoring the rain as it soaked through his coat, his jacket, his shirt. He'd realised that, after a certain point, he simply couldn't absorb any more water. After that the rain didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore. The world hadn't ended. The apocalypse hadn't happened. Hell hadn't won. Ligur hadn't fallen. That last one really hurt. After Adam had reset the world he'd done his best to put things back as they were, but had made a few changes. One of the changes was Ligur. Although the demon, former demon, was no longer disintegrated he was just as absent as if he had been. More absent in fact. He was an angel and he was staying an angel this time. Hastur had lost his companion, not through a murder that cried for vengeance, but for a much more painful reason. Ligur wanted to stay an angel.

He seemed to think they could 'stay friends' too. That made it worse. Hastur could probably have handled it if Ligur had denounced him. He was used to being despised and hated. He could simply have turned his feelings for Ligur into anger and hate. He would have been betrayed and deserted. Anger would have been a fitting emotion. You couldn't be angry with someone who wanted to 'stay friends'. When Ligur had explained so patiently that he'd been given a second chance and, as much as he wished Hastur could be with him and have that chance too, there was nothing he could do, but, hey, let's 'stay friends'. The caring, smiling look marred his face and spoiled the memories of his Ligur, demon Ligur, evil Ligur, gone forever. It really hurt.

He couldn't deal with it. So he sat in an empty building plot, in the middle of London, in the rain, alone and wet, trying hard not to care. He reminded himself of his own fall. Of the reasons he'd questioned the order of things, why he hadn't been content to serve in Heaven. If he had a 'second chance' would he take it? No he bloody wouldn't. Smug, sanctimonious pricks. Catch him harmonizing about how great She was for all eternity. Bugger that for a lark. He wasn't leaving Hell for that. He belonged in Hell. As he sat in the rain, shivering in the cold, watching the puddles fill and the mud form, he knew the truth of it. He was in Hell in every possible way and he wasn't getting out any time soon.

He was dimly aware that he was no longer alone, someone had stopped near to where he was sitting. He didn't care. They'd get bored and go away soon enough. That was the thing, the bottom line was people didn't care either. He'd been sat in this ditch for days. He wasn't sure how many days, but it was a lot. Point was that in all the time he'd been sat there not one single person had tried to talk to him, check if he was alright, offer help. That proved it didn't it? People didn't care. No-one cared. They all belonged in Hell. He shuffled slightly, squelching in the mud. The someone hadn't left yet. He really wanted them to just bugger off, having them here spoiled his 'no-one cares' theory and at the moment it was the only thing he was holding on to.