A Little Hazbin 3: Rise of the Nephilim Ch. 09

Withing Heaven's Embassy, Sera sets down a tray of tea and treats. The Seraphim then pulls the cloak closer to her before checking the time.

"She's late," the woman looks down sadly. "I guess it was going to happen at some point." The doors were then thrown open and she was happy to see the wingless seraphim despite seeming out of breath.

"I am so sorry, Sera!" Emily runs up to take a seat. "Charlie and Vaggie had to step out for a… family emergency and I had to make sure that Cherri and Pentious were settled before leaving them!"

Sera merely smiles. "That's alright, Emily," and starts pouring tea for herself and her daughter. "These things happen. I remember when you were little you had a fever. I had to rearrange my entire schedule for the next few days," the elder seraphim took a seat and picked up her cup. "I was so worried. It was the first time you were sick, and I was afraid I had done something wrong."

Emily returns the smiles. "You must have done something right. I'm here now after all."

"You mean that?"

"Of course I do, Sera. I mean…" the Fallen Seraphim picks up her own cup. "Yeah! You made a lot of questionable decisions but without them I would not be who I am today."

Sera finds herself reaching over and caressing her daughter's face. "And what a fine woman you've become. But none of that is on me. You are who you are because of your own choices. Choices that were far better made by you than I would ever have," the taller woman then removes her hand. "You seem a bit brighter than usual. Something special happen today?"

Emily then glances away with a blush. "I, uh, I think I had my first crush."

"Oh, really?" even though she's surprised, the older woman is happy for Emily. "What's his name?" she goes to take another sip but is then shocked by what was said next.

"Her?"

"Uh.. what?"

"Her name," the younger seraphim refused to make eye contact.

Sera just blinks, processing what her daughter just told her. "Well…," she looks up in thought. "Back in Heaven you barely paid any mind to any of the men. But you when you were not with me you did often spend your time with women."

"You're not upset?" Emily looks up in disbelief. "Not going to scold me for as doing something as sinful as liking someone of the same sex?"

The older woman closes her eyes before confessing. "I no longer have any idea what is sinful or not anymore. For the longest of time, I believed in everything I thought was right. I was certain of everything I did. But now looking back at my actions, the Extermination, the Exorcists, even Adam," she then places a hand over her daughter's shoulder. "If you believe that this person can make you happy, then man, woman, or other. I will be happy for you no matter who you choose to love. So… What's her name?"

The younger seraphim bites her lower lip. "Before I tell you there's something else you should know. You remember Celest?"

"The Nephilim? That I do," Sera raised a brow. "What does the child have to do with this?"

"That's the thing, Celest had a little growth spurt."

"What does that mean?"

"It means that…" Emily holds a hand up to show the height of a small child. "The other night she was a little girl and now…" she stretches out her arm high above her. "She's fully grown."

Sera's eyes widen. "Are you certain of this?"

Her daughter nods. "This is wrong! Is it wrong? I babysat her just two weeks ago and now she's so mature, lovely… tall…" then seeing the raised brow of her mother she shakes her head, hoping that will get rid of the forming blush. "Sorry."

That put a small smile on Sera's face. "This is an unusual situation. Even if I did know what was truly right, I'm not sure I'd give any accurate advice on this matter. I guess the only thing we can do is wait to see what the future would hold."

The younger seraphim returned the smile. "Thank you," she then checks the time. "Oh, I better get going. Cherri and Pentious can be responsible, but I honestly don't know for how long. I'll see you next time, Mom. Bye!"

"See you soon, Emily," Sera waves goodbye and when the door closes, with a bright smile, she says to herself, "That's the first time you called me that," but her face soon drops. "Too bad it was in vain. Adam!" the woman shouts. "Adam!"

A hologram then flickers before her to show Adam hastily fixing his helmet. "This better be good, Sera! I was in the middle of something!"

Sera glares at him. "I thought you would like to know that the Nephilim has matured."

"You're sh(bleeping)ing me, right? Ain't the brat still in diapers?"

"It would seem that her growth has been accelerated."

"Oh-ho! This is so f(bleep)ing good!" Adam rubs his hands together. "I thought I was going to wait. But now I can have my fun." The First man then notices the former High Seraphim glaring at him. "Got something to say, B(bleep)ch?"

"How did you do it? No matter how hard I think none of it makes sense. I've made my mistakes. Many of which involved you. But how could you have gotten the backing of nearly everyone in Heaven. I accept that I was voted out, but I refuse to believe that Heaven would agree to back this sick plan of yours. Especially since I was punished for something less."

With a smirk, Adam subconsciously reaches up to a gem placed on the collar of his robe. "Perhaps Heaven is as sick as I am of Hell and just tired of the existence of those losers down there. Not that's any of your business. Now for your cooperation, I shall keep my end of the deal. I'll make sure that nothing happens to that bastard of yours."

Sera's glare intensifies. "Her name is Emily!"

"Yeah, yeah! Whatever! Now then," he salutes. "Gotta job to do. The very job you gave me," the Head of the Extermination jabs one last time before fading out of the room.

The lonely Seraphim falls to her knees. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. This is all my fault. Please forgive me."

.oOo.

Within the slob fest of what used to be Sera's office, now his, Adam was digging through some of the junk he left around.

The door opens to let his second in command in. "Sir!" she salutes with her robotic arm. "You requested my presence?"

"Just a moment. Aha!" he stands up carrying a box that had been frosted over. "I have a very special assignment for you, Lute. Found this after Hell's Ice Age," he opens it to reveal two iced over horns.

The Exorcist's eyes widen. "Is that what I think it is, Sir?"

"It's not ice cream if that's what's on your f(bleep)ing mind," Adam shoves the box into her arms. "I need you to take this to Hell and make sure that there is no interference with our plan."

Lute straightens up. "It would be an honor, Sir! I will not let you down!"

"I hope not," the First Man turns around. "You're the one person I can trust with this."

NOTE: Today we earn our Independence! Happy 4th, Everyone!