A Little Hazbin 3: Rise of the Nephilim Ch. 10
Lute once again finds herself in Hell. The Exorcist is wearing a cloak to hide what she truly is. She had to use every ounce of her strength to prevent herself from sneering at any vile demon that was nearing her.
The lieutenant makes her way into a maintenance room. The angel reaches into her cloak to remove a horn that had already started frosting over her robotic arm and jammed it between some gears and everything is instantly covered in ice.
Lute quickly made her way out of the room before the door froze over and was preparing to leave the building. But then she stops once she caught sight of the traitor and her Hellspawn wife walking along with who she can only guess is their bastard of a half-breed child in her new form.
As they near her, the Exorcist flicks her wrist to bring out her hidden blade. She can end it all here and now. But then she remembers the plan and puts the weapon away just as the family turns into a different direction. Lute then disappears into the crowd.
.oOo.
Charlie and Vaggie lead Celest to the Check-in Counter for the Hellevator.
Vaggie slams money on the counter. "Three tickets!"
Charlie then adds. "Please."
The three eyed Sinning Man glances at them. "Sorry, Your Majesties. But I cannot do that," he soon finds an angelic spear pointing at his throat.
"Give us one good reason why?"
He nervously glances at the spear and then at the fallen angel. The Sinner then places an Out for Lunch sign on the counter before gesturing to the side door.
Once the demon lets them in, he escorts them away from the counter and whispers. "The Hellevator is not working."
The mothers' eyes widen. "What!?"
"Keep it down," he hushes. "It's not working. We don't know why, it just stopped. We have hundreds of demons waiting for their turn and dozens stuck between Rings."
"Have you sent anybody to fix it?"
"Of course we did. But our guys can barely touch the maintenance hatch without returning with frostbite."
"Frostbite?" Charlie turns to her wife. "What do you think…" she then notices the absence of their daughter. "Celest?"
The parents looked around and soon found the Not-so-Little Hazbin kneeling in front of a hellhound with their arms frosted over.
Vaggie calls out. "Celest!" while approaching their daughter. "What's wrong?"
"This…" she takes the hellhound's hands. "…is familiar," her horns sprout as the halo appears with the ball of light. Celest's hands glowed with magic and the frost disappeared from the hellhound.
Celest then turns to her parents. "What are we going to do now?"
The former Exorcist sighs. "Not sure. Dad was the only person we could think of that could help. It's not like we know another master of magic to ask for advice."
Charlie perks up. "Actually! We do know one."
.oOo.
"I possessed myself?" Celest asks as an imp pours her some tea.
An owlman shakes his head. "Not quite, dear."
"Prince Stolas," Charlie leans closer. "Could you clarify."
"I shall try my best, Your Majesty," the Goetia conjures an image of a small being. "It's rare but there are cases when one's magic is greater than themselves. The magic would even alter its owner to better suit themselves or else the owner could very well expire early on."
Vaggie raised a brow. "Are you saying our daughter is now an adult because she was too weak for her own magic?"
"It's just a theory but I would say so. As for those visions. It is not beyond the realm of possibility that your powers sense something coming that you cannot and thus is trying to warn you."
Celest then asks. "Then what do these visions mean?"
"That I cannot say for certain," the prince sighs. "Visons themselves are one thing. Interpretating them is another. The visions could be literal, or they could very well have a double meaning."
"So, where I could just be facing a bunch of birds flying into my room if it doesn't mean anything else?"
"That could be it. However! The legends of the Nephilim are elusive even to us Goetia. Even I can't fully comprehend what your full potential might be."
Before anyone can say anything else, a shouting is heard.
"Hey, Stolas!" in walks an imp in a suit. "Where's our favorite toy. I feel like giving myself a f—"
"Blitzy, dear," Stolas cuts him off. "We have company," and gestures to the three women.
Blitz looks over at the Acting Queen and her wife. "Hey, Your Majesties," he quickly approaches them. "I am technically retired but I'm sure I can make an exception for the Royal family and will happily take a job from you."
Celest smiles at the imp. "Hi, Mr. Bli—" a finger is them placed over her lips.
Without even looking at her, Blitz tells the grown child. "Not now strange girl who I've never met yet looks oddly familiar."
"Uh…"
"Hey, Dads!" Octavia passes by the room. "Loona and I are going to hang out with some friends!"
Hearing the name, Celest perks up with a bright smile as she sees the familiar hellhound girl. "Hi, Ms. Loona!"
"Hey, Celest," Loona said absent mindedly as she passed by the room. A few seconds later, the hellhound comes running back and stares wide-eyed at the Not-so-Little Hazbin. "Celest?" she approaches her and in one whiff, takes in her sent. "But how!? I just saw you last month?"
Celest shrugs. "That's what we're trying to figure out. We were going to ask Grandpa, but the Hellevator is closed."
"That's an easy fix," Stolas announces while standing. "I shall open a portal, granting you access to his location," with a wave of his hand, the Prince summons portal that gives view of a house on a beach in the distance. The Morningstars can barely make out what appears to be Lilith in the final stages of pregnancy relaxing on the porch. "That should… do… it…"
To the surprise of everyone, the portal is suddenly blocked by ice. Stolas summons a fire spell to throw at the ice, but it done nothing.
The Not-so-Little Hazbin found herself drawn to the ice and reaches out for it.
Seeing this, Vaggie calls out, "Celest! Don't—"
As soon as her hand touched the surface, the ice vanished as well does the portal. "That's impossible."
"Indeed," Stolas walks up to her. "There's no possible way to subjugate a portal with any existing ice magic.
"Not that," Celest turns to them with shock and fear. "That magic. It belonged to Mr. E."
"What!?" everyone shouts.
The Prince then says. "You mean that fowl cretin who is responsible for my ex-wife's passing?"
Blitz crosses his arms. "Good riddance I say," his eyes then widen before turning to the younger Goetia. "No offence, Octavia. I know that she was your mom and all."
The owlgirl looks down. "None taken. She made it very clear that she didn't care about me. That my only use was to give her high status," she is then hugged by her father.
Another imp walks in with others carrying a large tv. "Prince Stolas. You should see this," and then turns it on.
"This is Channel 6-6-6 News!"