Hi everyone! I hope you are all doing well today/tonight! I'm back with another new story, this time coming from Hazbin Hotel!
It's an AU where Lute is Vaggie's mother, and is hugely inspired by the 'Vaggie is a Guitarspear baby' AU by darkmasterofcupcakes on Tumblr. I want to give them a shoutout, they are really awesome and have really thought out a lot of details. Go check them out please, they really deserve it!
And for my returning audience, I got interested in several another medias: Hazbin Hotel, Murder Drones, Amazing and Digital Circus. But don't worry, I am not abandoning my other projects. I put waaaaaaay too much energy and effort into them. I am not leaving them to gather dust for all eternity. I can't do that to my work or myself for that matter. Their updates are going to be either monthly(at the end of the month), or at best, majorly updated in the summer.
Anyways, I held you all for long enough. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Hazbin Hotel belongs to Vivenne Medrano.
"But those are souls. Human souls! Just like the ones you have up in Heaven!"
"They're not the same. They had their chance and they earned damnation."
"You're wrong. Sinners make mistakes, sure, but everyone makes mistakes."
"Angels don't make mistakes."
"You really think that?"
"I know that."
"ARGH!" A pale woman angrily punched a wall in, leaving numerous cracks in the once sturdy clay. She hadn't heard or felt her hand crunching from the impact. Only feeling raw rage and disbelief seeped into every fiber of her being. Even now she couldn't believe the events that had transpired.
The Exorcists had fought against the pathetic Hazbin Hotel losers and the disgusting cannibal sinners. The vile scum had angelic weapons on them and managed to kill some of the Exorcists. Lucifer had joined the battle and turned the tide in the Sinner's favor. Adam got killed by a puny, insignificant miscreant.
Her fists curled up again despite her muscles screaming at her. What she wouldn't give to slice Lucifer and his little brat's heads clean off their shoulders. Make them and their so-called 'people' suffer more than they had already deserved. Rip and tear into them until their souls were no longer able to reform into new life. The last thing they will see is Lute before disappearing forever. Never to come back.
She will make sure of that.
And when Lute is done with all Sinners, she will ensure that Vagatha comes home. Even if she protested, yelled, kicked, fought, and cursed Lute back to Heaven. She will come home. Remind her of where she came from, how much Lute missed and loves her, apologize profoundly for all the damage she cannot undo, tell her more of her heritage, and other missed unspoken opportunities.
…Because Vagatha was still her Baby—her everything. And Lute longed to hold her daughter again, despite everything that had happened.
She felt an all too familiar mental and emotional exhaustion accompanied by an emptiness in her chest. Usually haunting her whenever Lute began thinking about all the 'what-ifs' and 'have-been'. But reality is reality, and now…she's alone. Her Little Girl is in Hell, her best friend is dead, Emily never forgave her for lying about Vaggie's death and betraying her trust and loyalty, the Exorcists will never understand her actions, and Sera does not want to do anything with Lute or get involved in her life. And…and…then what she did to…
Lute's chest tightened in despair as tears began brimming on the edge of her eyes. Her grip loosed and Adam's bloodied help fell out of her weakened grip. The halo left an occasional gold trail along the marble floor. Lute weakly limped after it, not paying attention to her surroundings, and bumped into her closet.
The old sturdy thing rocked a bit before creaking open. Two items fell on top of Adam's halo as his blood seeped into them. A pastel, white, gold, and black feathered blanket and a silky moth doll. Vaggie used to carry both of them with her everywhere for sleeping and snuggling. The blanket still had its shine and was well taken care of, no feather was out of place. While the moth gray and white plush was maintained and still silky and soft to the touch. 'Mrs. Silky Wings', Vaggie had affectionately called her. Even now, it still brought a warm subconscious smile to Lute's face.
Exhaustion hit again and even though her left arm was wrapped up and healed up, Lute felt very numb. She didn't know why, but she attempted to grab all three items in one hand. Not knowing what came over her, she climbed up the golden floating cantilever stairs to her flatbed. She grasped Adam's halo, Vaggie's old blanket, and the moth stuffie closer to her chest as she reached the top and sat on the edge.
Lute admitted that she had lived for quite a bit. But…she hadn't thought much about her own life, emotions, or actions until her daughter was born. Her response to Princess Hellspawn's words echoed through her mind. Angels don't make mistakes.
Lute mentally scoffed at her hypocrisy as the adrenaline wore off finally won and her eyes closed. Who knew her greatest mistake was loving her daughter unconditionally?
"...Child, what are you doing?"
"Uh…" A pair of wide eyes stared at the speaker. Soft, fluffy feathers were littered all over the gorgeous marble floor in disarray. There was a creaking from the graceful, gold-tinted chandelier as it rocked back and forth in a gentle rhythm. "Preening, I think."
"'I think'?" The original speaker, Lute, repeated back to her daughter. "Are you, or are you not?"
Lute wanted to say with complete confidence that she had a good and very productive day. She and Vagatha woke up rather early. Or rather, her little one woke up even earlier and attempted to drag her out of bed. Using her wings as extra leverage. Stating that it was time for training and tugged on Lute's foot before Lute grabbed Vaggie with one of her wings. Little Vaggie struggled for a bit before finally relaxing when told that they both needed rest to have a productive day. She nodded and wrapped her mother's wings, as well as her own, around herself as a blanket. Lute then asked Emily if she could watch Vagatha.
Training came and went, and Lute was proud of how far the Exorcists had come. Then Lute was called in by Adam for an emergency meeting about the upcoming Extermination Day—something about a dangerous new Overlord that spoke in late Modern English dialect. The exorcist was unable to bring her daughter with her (yet), so she asked Emily to continue keeping an eye on her. The youngest Seraphim Angel was more than happy, as always, to watch over the young possible-future-Exorcist-in-training. Emily said that she would make sure that Vaggie had a good time. Lute thanked her formally before heading off. Her heart was secretly grateful that Sera's surrogate daughter was loving and sweet.
…Then she came home and found her heavenly child hanging upside down holding Mrs. Silky Wings from the chandelier with no Emily to be found or heard.
Wings flapped as fluffy feathers fluttered all over the small yet cozy place the two called home. "Yes, I am preening!"
Lute expanded her wings over her head as coverage from the soft rain. "Well, stop flapping your wings—you're making even more of a mess! I swear Child, you're going to clean this up. And where's Emily?"
"Auntie Sera said that she needed her for a…uh…um" Vaggie pulled a very serious thinking face as she continued to tug on her soft feathers. "A very important lesson!"
"Huh? On what?"
"Auntie Sera won't say!"
Lute silently sighed in infinite patience and quiet irritation at the oldest Seraphim and flapped her wings to reach Vaggie's height. Mentally taking note to talk to the oldest Seraphim about leaving her daughter by herself. Even if Her Highness and the Elders had more… pressing matters to attend to. It would calm her soul to know her daughter is watched over.
Lute gently grabbed her daughter and turned her upright as she flew them over to their floating bed. Vaggie only giggled uncontrollably as she leaned into her mother's embrace. Angels didn't have to worry about the consequences of blood going to their brains like Winners. But still, better safe than sorry.
The last time Vaggie was left unattended, she almost messed up Earth's magnetic poles. Emily had accidentally left one of her study materials at Lute's home. The child's natural curiosity took over and well…Earth saw some new colors that weren't discovered before. And so, the Aurora Borealis 'glitched' for lack of better terms. Good thing the only people who saw them were children.
Both Lute and Emily were impressed that the young Angel was able to comprehend something so complex in a short amount of time. Emily said it was worth the scolding that she got from the Elders though. Even with Earth's balance being ever so delicate.
Though Lute knew that the youngest Seraphim wouldn't ever leave her daughter by herself. Ever. Despite Emily's innocence, she was fiercely loyal and pure. Sera wasn't the only one worried about her. "When did Emily leave?"
"About an hour before you came back!" Vaggie said before grabbing more feathers with her mouth and spitting them out.
Okay, so she wasn't gone for too long. Lute noted that besides the amount of soft feathers littering the floor, the small cozy house wasn't turned upside down.
"Vagatha, what did I say!? And don't pluck your feathers with your mouth, it'll leave a nasty taste." Not soon after, Vaggie stuck her tongue out in disgust. "Bleh!"
"...I told you." Vaggie merely kept her tongue sticking out whilst turning her head to look at her mother, making Lute chuckle, before she asked. "Can I have a sweet?"
Lute gently ran her hands through Vaggie's wings to assist her daughter with loose feathers. "Why?"
"My feathers did taste icky!"
"Well, did you and Emily have dinner before she left?"
"Hmmm…" Vaggie hummed as she played with Mrs. Silky Wings. "Yes."
"Okay…but you can't have any sweets."
"Awww! Why not?"
Lute sighed as she grabbed a brush from the nearby bed stand floating on a cloud. "If you eat sweets now you won't be able to sleep and it's past your bedtime.
Vaggie touched the tip of her index fingers together shyly. "Maybe Mr. Adam will understand if you sleep a little more?"
"Mr. Adam needs help training the ladies tomorrow. "
"Oh…Maybe a butterscotch?"
Lute merely raised an unamused eyebrow at her daughter. "No. First preening, then bedtime. That's final."
Vaggie pouted as she crossed her arms over Mrs. Silky Wings and leaned into Lute's stomach. The mother took delicate care to begin gently with her daughter's soft hair and untying any knots. Lute soon reached a rhythm whilst brushing her daughter's hair.
However, she quickly forgot her mood as Lute asked how her day was with Emily. Making the young angel go into complete detail: Emily taking her to practice her flying skills around the High Seraphim Tower without being caught by Sera or the other Archangels, meeting all the new Winners, and going to the beach where they watch the sunset. After they got back, Sera came to get Emily and said something about apologizing to Lute. Lute lightly scoffed, it didn't reach Vaggie's ears.
"Alright, and I'm done." Vaggie almost fell over if it weren't for her mother's quick hands. All that talking and brushing had made her sleepy. "Alright Missy, time for bed."
"Mmmnno…" Lute only chuckled as she gently brought Vaggie and her plush closer to her chest. Allowing her daughter to listen to her heartbeat in further sleep allures. She then glided over to the other small floating bed with bed guards on both sides.
Vaggie was already asleep by the time her head hit the pillow. Lute grabbed the wooly blankets and pulled it over her daughter. Making sure her small frame is completely bundled before placing a tender kiss on her forehead.
Lute flapped back to her bed and considered cleaning up but a wave of exhaustion hit her. All the training and information finally catching up to her. She flopped on her stomach as she reached her bed. The mother had considered cleaning up the mess below but her mind said otherwise. If Lute wakes up early, then she can do it. Or Vaggie.
Whoever woke up first.
…
Flap! Flap! Flap "Ooooooowhooooa!"
Lute opened an exhausted eye when she heard inexperienced flapping and a childish squeak. She saw Agatha clutching her white, black, gold, and pastel colored feathered blanket. A personal treasure: it was made with Lute, Emily, Sera, and even Adam's feathers. The jerk had nothing to give to Vagatha so Emily had secretly plucked some while he was hunched over asleep. Emily had miscalculated and had taken more feathers than expected.
Adam had wondered why he had several bald spots in his wings.
Lute merely smiled, still in a sleepy state. "What is it, Child?"
"Um…" Vaggie landed clumsily on the edge of the bed. She almost lost her balance if Lute didn't catch her. "Can I sleep with you?"
Lute blinked twice. Vagatha flushed in shy innocence as she tried again. "May I sleep with you?"
For a while, Lute said nothing. And Vagatha was worried she would be sleeping by herself tonight until Lute smiled, lifting one of her wings slightly. A silent sign of invitation.
Vagatha let out a small squeak of excitement as she climbed over the bed and dove under her mother's soft wing. She readjusted her position, wrapping herself with her own wings and blanket. Lute knew Vaggie was bundled up but still curled up Vaggie in one of her wings as she giggled softly. One can never be too comfortable.
"Good night. I love you, Mommy."
Lute smiled lovingly as she pulled Vaggie closer to her, nuzzling against her as her baby giggled. "Good night. I love you too, Vagatha."
Lute woke up as the sun rose in Heaven. It was warm and brightened the skies but it didn't offer any comfort. The void in her chest only continued to grow and there wasn't much to look forward to today…or in life. If anything, the sun, clouds, and bright skies seemed to mock her being all alone. Bright colors and soon-to-be-heard cheers of greetings will fill all of Heaven's day.
But for Lute, there was nothing and nobody to get up for or even greet—not even herself. No Adam, no Emily, no Sera. Even some of the Exorcists who supported and were friendly with her got slaughtered in the war against the Hotel. Leaving the more cold and more confounding ladies. And her daughter had made it very clear that she wasn't going back with her.
EVER.
She…She wishes she can take it all back. Lying to Sera about Vaggie's father, not telling Adam where his wife was, not confessing to Emily that she was a coward about maiming Vaggie and the yearly Exterminations, stopping said Exterminations so maybe Heaven and Hell can come to an agreement and so the young candidates didn't have to be killed again, denying Vaggie spending more time with her father, maiming Vaggie and damning her baby to Hell's mercy, and…the love of her life. Maybe he would still be alive if she had just…
She rubbed her eyes in a pitiful attempt to wipe her mental and emotional exhaustion only to be met with a familiar wet substance. Lute wondered when she had started crying. Was she crying before or after she woke up? And was she crying because of her current emotions or the 'what-ifs'? If she had better control or at least was a little more open-minded to change, would things have been different? Would Vaggie still be with her? Growing up among Heaven's skies and finding a purpose and love here instead? Being with Emily as a sort of advisor or ambassador? Would there have been even a slim chance that the Princess of Hell was right and that the good Sinners could be redeemed? And if so, would Vaggie and Emily have helped the Princess with her Hotel and bring in the good people in? Would he still be there when it happened?
Did it honestly even matter anymore?
A stream of tears fell on the moth plushie as Lute wailed. No one came to comfort her. She was by herself. The fond memory of her and Vaggie waking up early to clean the downy feathers seemed far away.