Hey guys, TheDoctor1998 here with a new fic. I've had this idea for a while now, but decided to only start writing on it after Hazbin Hotel's first season had finished.
I will say in advance that there will be some differences from canon, as well as a few pieces of headcanon. Most notably, Lucifer and Lilith are still together, it's just that Lilith was on a vacation on Earth to break the monotony of immortality, and is currently contained by the Foundation as SCP-336, which will have some slight rewrites to fit the narrative. Anything else will be made clear as the story goes on.
Also, as this story was written prior to the release of Hazbin Hotel season 2 or anything from Helluva Boss post Stolas's musical number, I'm going out on a limb and say that this story's canon would be separate from pretty much everything introduced beyond that. I'll likely change what's shown from the other Sins when they get introduced, but for now I'm sticking with my current headcanons.
Now, on with the show!
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It had been a grueling few weeks for Charlie and her friends, but they'd finally done it. The Hazbin Hotel had been rebuilt from its ruins, bigger and grander than ever before.
Most of it was done by her dad, his magic really speeding things up for the survivors of what was hopefully the final Extermination. If the Morningstar patriarch hadn't helped, it'd likely have taken years to build the place up again, even with Charlie's own magic.
She really needed to take on those lessons that her dad and the other Sins were offering, even if it's just to make sure she and her friends would be getting a safe and comfortable life here in Hell.
Alastor had also reappeared again, just as they were putting in the finishing touches on the hotel. Charlie was just glad to see her friend(?) alive and well, happy to see him return after his fight with Adam. Part of her wondered why he bailed on them, but she figured the angelic bastard just put him out of commision or something.
Lucifer had, albeit with extreme reluctance, created a new radio tower for the Radio Demon, making sure to put Alastor's new domain as far as possible from his own tower as Alastor himself helped with finishing the interior of the lobby.
Charlie's smile dropped when she thought of the lobby. Or rather, the big painting inside the lobby depicting her departed friend. Don't get her wrong, she absolutely loves the painting, and she loves the fact that Sir Pentious will be remembered for centuries after his second death, but she felt her heart break whenever she thought of him getting blasted into oblivion by Adam.
Still, she tries to focus on the short but happy times they had together, and hoped that if there was something like an after-afterlife he'd be happy with those egg boiz of his. At least Frank survived, having followed Angel's instructions to stay safe.
Still, Sir Pentious would be proud to know that his eggs at least managed to take down one of those Exorcists. Vaggie was right, those monsters were really bad fighters when you took away their supposed invincibility.
Speaking of her ex-Exorcist girlfriend, the fallen angel was currently lying next to her in their new room at the penthouse, as exhausted from the weeks of work like everyone else in the hotel.
"Vaaagieee." The princess of Hell whispered teasingly to her girlfriend.
"Not now, Hon." The fallen angel said tiredly. "Sleep now, talk tomorrow."
Normally, Charlie would tease her girlfriend a bit more before she'd go to sleep herself, but she was almost as tired as her angel was. Happy at the fact that the hotel was rebuilt, but tired nonetheless.
If the princess had known what was going to happen, she'd have her dad reinforce the wards of the hotel to the extreme before going to bed. Of course, as nothing like this happened in Hell before, she'd never guess something like it would even occur.
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Both Lucifer and Charlie felt it before it happened. They felt the buildup of magic in the hotel, subtle, but noticeable for beings of their caliber.
It was confusing though, having neither the spiciness of Hell's magic, nor the sweetness of holy magic. No, this was something… Different. Before either of the two seraphim (or half seraphim in the younger's case) could do anything after being woken up by the strange sensation, the buildup seemed to reach its peak, sending a shockwave of eldritch magic not just through all of Hell, but Heaven, Earth and the entirety of the Universe as a whole.
Of course, even those few who could feel the wave of magic, such as the other seraphim in heaven, were unable to stop the energy from fulfilling its purpose. Unfortunately, it would either take a very long or very short time for them to figure out what it did. Short in their own perspective, but long for everything outside the Universe. Mostly because the Universe itself was frozen in time.
Bullets flying in Hell froze midair, angels of all kinds stopped flapping their wings up in Heaven, and the people of Earth just stopped doing whatever they were doing.
A second wave quickly followed the wake of the first, though it was slower and much more specific in its targets. First, all the residents of the Hazbin Hotel were affected, vanishing in an instant.
The energy then went up. And up. And went into the skies of the Pride Ring, leaving the infernal pit and heading towards the glowing white orb seen in the skies it just went through.
From Heaven's point of view, had anybody been able to see it, the energy left the blood red and deep black rift in the fabric of the Universe before heading to Heaven itself, taking Sera the Head Seraphim, her little sister Emily, the first redeemed Sinner and a wounded soldier who'd just gotten a magitech replacement for her arm.
Once it was done with the two afterlives, the energy went away from the center of the Universe and headed past the planet Earth, going further and further until it went past the boundaries of the Universe.
Of course, the energy made one more detour before arriving at its destination, taking the final one of its guests.
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In the void between realities stood a creature, seemingly both angelic and demonic in origin. The right side of the woman appeared entirely angelic, a light gray skin tone with flowing white hair and a beautiful blue eye, as well as a feathery wing and half a halo floating above her head.
The left side, on the other hand, was entirely demonic with her blood red skin, black hair and a yellow eye surrounded in darkness. There was also a singular horn and a leathery, bat-like wing.
"It's time." The woman said to herself, typing on the highly advanced piece of magitech in her hand, shifting the inner dimensions of her domain.
The room she was now standing in shifted its form, changing into a typical cinema room, though each of the chairs had the ability to change as needed. Fuse to become couches for couples, grow or shrink in size for bigger and smaller individuals.
Speaking of, a flash of light appeared, dropping the staff and guests of the Hazbin Hotel into the room. Thankfully, despite all of them having been asleep just moments prior, the mystery woman used her magic to make sure they were wearing their everyday clothes instead of their respective sleepwear. Or, in the case of Cherri Bomb, her birthday suit.
"What the fuck just happened?!" Angel Dust yelled in a panic, reaching for his guns. That weren't there.
"Did you do this, you tacky piece of shit?!" The King of Hell practically screamed at a certain cannibal.
"Nonsense." Alastor waved the King off. "If I was responsible for our sudden appearance here, then I wouldn't have put myself here along with you." He then glanced at the stranger in the room, having seen her already through his shadows. "Though, if I had to guess, it's likely that the lady in the back of this room was responsible for our summons."
Both angels and demons alike turned towards where the overlord was gesturing, seeing the angelic/demonic entity standing in the room, giving them a friendly wave. Vaggie responded by pointing her spear at the woman's throat. "What did you do, and who the hell are you?!" The fallen angel snarled.
"A Watcher." The woman said, casually moving the spear at her throat away. "You do not need to worry, I have no intention of harming anyone in this room. Or allow harm to befall on my guests."
"A Watcher?" Lucifer asked, not buying it. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"I'll explain later." The woman had the audacity to wave him off like Alastor did, who himself was only able to do so due to his relations with his daughter. "First, I'm gonna make sure the rest of my guests arrive safe and sound."
Another flash of light happened, bringing the next batch of guests. However, these four definitely weren't demons. "Your majesties!" The Exorcist with a mechanical arm exclaimed, standing in front of the two non-fallen seraphim in the room. "Stay behind me, I'll get rid of this demon scum!"
"No you won't." The Watcher said, snapping her fingers. Before the homicidal angel could react, a bunch of chains erupted from a chair and wrapped themselves around her, restraining her and preventing her from doing anything.
"What the fuck is this?!" The Exorcist snarled.
"Just something to stop you from harming anyone here, that's all." The Watcher replied.
"Charlie!" The smaller seraphim exclaimed happily.
"Emily?!" Charlie asked loudly, smiling at seeing her third favorite angel. After both her dad and her girlfriend, of course. "What are you doing here?!"
"Don't know, but I've got something to tell you!" The youngest seraphim said before reaching behind her older sister, who was obviously trying to hide whatever was behind her.
Or rather, whoever was behind her. "Holy shit." Charlie said quietly, tears of pure joy welling in her eyes as any other conversation in the room quieted down. "Pentious?"
Indeed, it was Sir Pentious that was now standing next to Emily, but he was definitely different. He was more angelic in his appearance, halo and all. "Yes, it is I, the great Sir Pentious!" The serpentine angel said in a bombastic tone. "The first human soul to escape Hell and rise up to Heaven!"
"You're okay!" The antichrist cried, hugging the snake tightly. "You did it! You got into Heaven!"
"Well, I'll be." Husk muttered, in shock at seeing his thought-to-be erased friend stand before him, redeemed.
A moment passed before everyone else working/staying at the Hazbin Hotel hugged the now holy snake. Well, everyone aside from Alastor and Lucifer. The former because he just doesn't do hugs, and the latter because his world view from the last 10.000 years got shattered in the best possible way.
Sera and Lute only looked angrily at the scene. Demons and fallen angels should not be allowed to mingle with their betters, in their eyes. This included the "redeemed" sinner that was in the middle of the group hug, whose existence was an affront to everything they believed in.
"And there we go." The Watcher smiled. "Took me a while to find the last guest, considering where he ended up, but I found him."
Before anyone could ask who she'd meant, a final flash of light dropped in the final person. Everyone was surprised to see who it was, with most being angry and only one person being actually happy.
"Sir?" Lute asked, not believing her eyes.
Yes, Adam, the First Man, stood in front of them now. Gone was his halo, but it was definitely him.
"What the fuck is this shit?!" If anyone had any doubts left, they vanished like snow in a lava lake. "Sera, why the hell did it take you so long to get me?!"
"You're alive?" Sera said, not believing her eyes. She knew Adam died at the Hazbin Hotel, she saw that tiny cyclops demon stab him in the back at least a dozen times with a holy knife. His soul should've been erased like all those sinners that fell to an Exorcist's blade.
"Of course I'm alive!" The First Man said. "Those demonic cunts somehow trapped me in this weird desert with three moons!"
"Did you really think that Heaven and Hell are the only afterlives in existence?" The Watcher said, looking up at Sera.
Charlie immediately picked up on that. "Wait, does that mean that any demon who dies goes there?" She asked, hope shining in her eyes.
The Watcher nodded. "Yes, but that's not why I brought you here."
"But they were killed by holy weapons." Sera said, panicked. "I always thought that they-"
"Destroy souls in their entirety?" Lucifer interrupted the other seraphim with a smirk, finding some joy in presenting Heaven's hypocrisy by making weapons capable of killing a soul.
"No, they just negate some forms of immortality, that's all." The Watcher answered. "Nothing either of your peoples have is capable of destroying a soul. Displacing it, yes, but not outright destruction."
Both Charlie and Emily felt a huge weight lift off of their shoulders, happy to know that the demons that were slaughtered by the Exorcists were still alive in some way.
"But that's not the reason I brought all of you here." The Watcher continued.
"Then why did you bring us all here?" Sera asked the being coldly.
"To see the stranger things going on on Earth." The Watcher said, not caring about the seraphim's disguised attempt at intimidation. "And no, I don't mean strange but explainable things like a platypus, but things that would shake humanity's view of reality should they become known." Before anyone could say anything, the screen lit up. "I'd suggest you'd take your seats."
On the screen was a symbol. A circle with three arrows pointing inwards, which itself was surrounded by a semicircle that had 3 rectangular notches pointing outward, each notch being parallel to the arrows.
Below the symbol stood the following words.
SCP Foundation
Secure, Contain, Protect
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Well, I had a little difficulty writing this, but I think I did alright for an intro. This story is gonna follow the same pattern as my other SCP reaction story, so don't even try to make any suggestions.
TheDoctor1998 here, signing out.