Hi everyone, it's been a while I know but I have decided to pick up fanfiction writing again. I've taken in information and advice from the other fanfiction I have written and have decided that I will try to improve my technique. Look forward to semi-frequent fanfiction uploads. The two fanfiction I have will be placed on indefinite hiatus, however, I will warn beforehand if a fanfiction leans too heavily into the territory of Smut or kink works, this is not one of them thankfully but simply my take on a query I had for a while.
Warning This Fanfiction contains: Biblical References, Murder, Violence, Probably Sexism (Adam), and DEFINITELY Biblical, Harry Potter, and Hazbin Hotel Lore inaccuracies for the sake of story.
Note: I have included a glossary at the end of the chapter to define any biblical references that you might not understand.
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Prologue: A Guardian Angel Dear
October 31st, 1989
Number 4 Privet Drive
9:45 PM
It was Halloween night on earth, a holiday of trick-or-treating, scaring, and general mischief in general. However, what many people had forgotten over time was that the holiday was once known as the night of demons. Truly, Halloween was the one night a year where demons could walk the earth without consequence in accordance to the treaties between Heaven and Hell, all demons from the most dastardly of the Seven Deadly Sins to the lowest of imps, all could enjoy the festivities. However, humans had caught on to the merrymaking of demons on Halloween night so they started to dress up as monsters in a foolish attempt to scare away the demons of Hell themselves. Of course this never worked, but this did not mean Heaven let this slide, so now Heaven sends angels to keep watch over humans on All Hallows' Eve to ensure that they do not become greater targets to demonic influence than they already have.
The angels chosen to do the job were the Exorcists, a species of Heavenborn angel who serve as the backbone of Heaven's main security against demonic persecution. Exorcists were created by preforming the same ritual done to create Eve, the second woman, except instead of earthly magic being applied, it was heavenly magic that was applied to one of the regenerative ribs of Adam, the first man. Exorcists resemble humans with the acceptations of: two large platinum white wings splaying out of their backs along with matching platinum white hair, a monochromatic color range going from porcelain white to ashen grey, and even obsidian black as opposed to the range of tans and browns that humans have, and finally eyes that do not follow any color regulation of a human eye such as yellow irises or pink sclera. Exorcists spend most of the year protecting the peace inside of Heaven similar to cops on earth, they also train for the encroaching extermination week, where they descend unto the Pride Ring during Holy Week and slaughter as many heretics and sinners as they can manage to ensure that the ring does not become overpopulated. However, many Exorcists willingly offered their services for Halloween is simply to have a night off from Adam's advances for the inevitable slaughterfest next spring.
The Exorcists look identical to humans and even have the ability to withdraw their wings, this allows them to seamlessly blend in with the human populous, especially during the one night a year where people can dress up like demons or more recently: cartoon characters, movie monsters, and the provocative. The Exorcists however dressed more modestly as it was rare that they got to be out of their skin tight monochromatic uniforms while on the job, one of these Exorcists walked down a street in Surrey, England as she kept watch for any demonic activity. As they are the progeny of Adam an Exorcist will come out preprogrammed into a given human race and nationality, so while she has punk sclera with white pupils, ashen grey skin, and short white hair with grey stripes near the bottom of her haircut in Heaven, her disguise showed her as an olive skinned woman with long black hair, her pupils were now the light pink color of her sclera. The shortish Salvadoran angel walked down the side walk with blue jeans that hugged her curves, she also wore a brown and orange seasonal sweater with an autumnal leaf pattern made by a genuine grandma.
This is Vagina, or Vaggie to her friends, she had just sent some imps back to hell who were trying to vandalize a street light to get it to explode and spread glass everywhere, but besides from that it was a relaxing evening as she sipped from a latte she got from a coffee shop,
"Every year it's always the same thing. Brats running around without a care in the world while their parents are worrying about razor blade apples and not childhood diabetes." She said as she looked around, taking sips.
This year, Vaggie was stationed in Surrey, England. It was a nicer end neighborhood with many Christians, however, they were typically the kind who did so out of social status and did not practice what they preached. Earlier, she had to scare off some of the neighborhood bullies who had parents in higher places to pull them out of any consequences as they were toilet papering some poor old woman's house.
"I swear, these putas kiss more ass than Lute does…" She said as she walked down the sidewalk, thinking about her Lieutenant in command who would gladly kill for Adam, even more than most Exorcists.
She tossed the empty drink into a trashcan when she had then noticed that the streetlights had gone out in a section of the neighborhood, strangely none of the children who were trick-or-treating entered there either.
"I should have figured that there'd be more of them." Vaggie said as she walked off into the darkness, expecting to find mischief makint imps.
As the angel walked into the street holding the first few houses of Privet Drive, she had noticed an elderly man with half-moon glasses wearing periwinkle robes in the distance. At first, she assumed that he was the grandfather of one of the trick-or-treaters dressed up for the holiday. That was until he pulled out some kind of silver cigarette lighter, he held it aloft and it sucked the light out of a street lamp. This threw Vaggie into an alarm, didn't this old man realize the traffic hazard this would create if some kid wandered in and got run over by someone driving into the neighborhood thinking the trick-or-treating had stopped?!
Her paranoia was far from gone, however, as she then saw a stray gray tabby cat walk up to the old man before transforming into an elderly woman with a pointed hat and green robes.
"Oh no… Warlocks!…" Vaggie thought in fear as she hid behind a blue postbox.
While most people refer to them as wizards and witches, angels and demons alike, refer to them as warlocks due to their ability to harness magic, unlike humans. Warlocks have a very negative reputation up in Heaven due the fact that they practice forbidden arts that were inherited from demons, as well as the fact that they were massive pain in the sides of countless humans for thier supernaturally extended lives. There is a reason that the Bible discouraged witchcraft as most who had it viewed themselves like gods, and gods had no consequences for causing plagues, famines, and wars. It was for this reason that their souls are sent straight to Hell when they die, unfortunately, they fall under the Hellborn category due to their predetermination for the safety of human souls in Heaven. So as much as Vaggie would like to run her spear through these two, she could not, but she could watch and learn.
"Are you sure we must do this Albus? They seem to be the worst sort of people." The Witch demanded in a hushed yell, she had been here all day and liked nothing of what she had seen.
"This is the safest place for him, Minerva… you know that He Who Must Not Be Named's followers will not rest until he is killed just as his parents were." The elderly wizard said morosely, trying to placate his friend. The witch in question nodded in recognition of that fact.
"Who shall not be named? Who the Hell is that?- Wait, do they have ANOTHER Dark Lord problem?!…" Vaggie thought in shock, the Tome of Deceased in Heaven had listed many innocent humans as having died due to Warlock activity. It was no secret a warlock was involved with certain tragedies of the Second World War, was this one who shouldn't be named another one?!
However, her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of an engine backfiring, looking at its direction she saw a massive man flying down on a motorcycle clutching some kind of parcel. The man, possibly of giant descent, parked the bike near the two warlocks and got up while holding the bundle. The woman untraveled the bundle and gasped as she covered her mouth obviously in grief.
"How did this happen?…" the witch asked in shock.
"It is all that remains of the killing curse that was cast, the dark lord's mark…" the wizard lamented as he placed the bundle in a basket.
The Killing Curse was a rather nasty piece of work. It is a pulse of magic that is thorough enough to shove the soul right out of a human body and a favorite among dark lords. Vaggie watched in silence as the three walked up to the front of the fourth house on Privet Drive. The old man placed the basket down and placed a envelope onto the top of the basket, one by one the three went to leave: the huge man driving off away into the night sky, the woman turning back into a cat and fleeing, and the elderly man vanishing into thin air. Her suspicions now rightfully heightened, Vaggie cautiously approached the basket. She pulled out her spear, not trusting any kind of jinx these freaks would put on their items, and prodded at the blanket. Inside the warm basket was a swaddled sleeping baby, on top of the baby's forehead was a lightning bolt scar that looked fresh.
"M-My God, they're just leaving a baby here?!…" Vaggie spoke out loud, in shock someone would actually do this like life was a book.
Unfortunately, her outburst awoke the "normal" inhabitants of the house. Vaggie paled as the lights turned on and she heard the audible sound of a muggle shotgun cock. She looked down at the baby who was starting to wake up, the baby was confused, where were his mummy and daddy? Thinking on her feet, Vaggie swooped up the basket with the baby inside and took to the skies and not a moment later, a large man in sleep clothes opened the door unamused. He looked around for whatever did this, but thankfully saw nothing out of the ordinary.
"It was nothing but a buncha ding-dong-ditchers pet. Ruddy kids." Vernon Dursley said, unamused as he shut the door as the yell had awoken his newborn son.
"Oh don't worry Dudders, mummy is here. You won't end up like one of those brats will you?" said Petunia Dursley, who was skin and bones and holding a pudgy baby boy who cried at the top of his lungs.
As Vaggie flew into the night sky, miles and miles high above the clouds, the baby started crying as the wind hit his face. Vaggie frowned and nervously concentrated on her halo, causing a rift to open up revealing a pristine city in the distance shimmering in gold.
As the two flew through the rift, Vaggie had no idea the shift she had wrought into the destiny of the Earth.
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GLOSSARY
Guardian Dear: The title of the prologue is derived from a Christian, namely Catholic in my experience, prayer referred to as the Guardian Angel Prayer.
- The prayer goes: Angel of God, my guardian dear. To whom God's love commits me here. Ever this day, be at my side. To light and guard. Rule and guide. Amen
Holy Week: The week that leads up to Easter Sunday on the Liturgical Calendar.
- I chose this week as a reference to The Apostles Creed prayer, TLDR: It explains that after Jesus died on Good Friday he descended into Hell (like all people did) and freed all of the wrongfully damned souls, such as Adam & Eve and then rose them up to Heaven with him on Easter Sunday, the Extermination ends as soon as it becomes Easter.
Halloween?: While fans of Harry Potter know Halloween as a night of superstition, it actually stems from a Catholic holiday on November 1st known as All Hallow's Day/All Saint's Day. That day is a day where the dead are paid respects, the most known celebration of such is Dia de Los Muertos. Because of this folklore of Halloween/All Hallow's Eve as a night where the dead and demons roam the earth sprouted up, the origin of costumes were to "scare away demons" and this evolved into what we know as Trick or Treating.
- Notably, an episode of the sister series to Hazbin Hotel: Helluva Boss, has Stolas reference this bygone lore at a Halloween Party Verosika Mayday was throwing.