I know I had said this will be the last I post on this website. However, I stumbled across Hellraiser: Judgement and absolutely loved the character of the Auditor. And how adorable it would be for him to have a baby. Something to bring brightness, when his life is nothing but darkness and depression, carrying out sentences upon the sinners. This is a One-Shot. From the child's conception, to birth (warning for language, Mpreg,and slight graphical birth description) Enjoy! Thank you for reading. Reviews much appreciated! Side note: I used a Fraktur font during his speaking parts. He says the following
"I know you don't belong here, Miss Vos" "Eh, close...but not quite" "I do not answer to animal abusing pieces of shit" "Sweetheart, you're distracting papa from his work"
"Even Hell is too good for the likes of garbage such as yourself" "Shh..It's okay, Sweetheart. Daddy's here" and finally "Thank you for coming into my life"
He had been such a crucial part of the Stygian Inquisition for so long, it was as though time became a blur. At times, stressful, he was the first person, or shall we say, Demon. People saw when awaiting their fates in the bowels of Hell. Adorned with rows of Lament Configurations, as antique filament bulbs hung overhead, shoddily attempting to sufficiently light such a dark room. He was simply known as The Auditor, a Clerk for the Stygian Inquisition, they were considered a separate entity from Pinhead and his Cenobites entirely.
It was rare, but not unheard of, for some women to find their way into what was essentially a slightly more stylized interview room. Drugged and strapped to a wheelchair to prevent them from fleeing during interrogation. It was one woman, however, that seemed to have the ability to even capture his attention. Now this, was unheard of. Demon and mortal relations were generally frowned upon. Perhaps it was the alluring Austrian or Bavarian timbre that caught her notice, no one was ever 100% sure what region the accent originated.
His eye-wear similar to that of WW2 German dust goggles. The flickering light, bouncing off them like flames. Many lacerations littering his face, his once stark white dress-shirt beneath his neatly tailored suit jacket, stained with his own blood. There before him sat an antique typewriter. A type of tubing attached from the victim, ran the confessed sins in the form of black ink to feed into the typewriter, as The Auditor equilibrated between interrogation and feverishly typing. The keys loud and and distracting. The tiny dings, as it indicated the end of a sentence.
How in the Hell had she wound up here? She wasn't a criminal, there must have been a mistake. A 32 year old, mild mannered critical care nurse from Manhattan, NY. The only thing people could ever say she was "sinful" of. Was ordering a NY-style pizza with pineapple a time or two. Abby Vos didn't belong there, and on some level, even The Auditor himself, started to realize this as well.
She was still slightly disoriented. As waves of the Auditor's face came into focus as one. Her eyes widened, she was understandably fearful for her life. Strapped to a wheelchair with no way to escape. However, it would be the first time in the Stygian Inquisition member's life, he helped free a prospect bound for eternal damnation.
"ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔡𝔬𝔫'𝔱 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢, 𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔰 𝔙𝔬𝔰"
The demon spoke softly, careful to remove her restraints. He hadn't even begun typing yet.
"Where the Hell am I?"
She suddenly spoke in a heightened panic. The Auditor couldn't help but a light chuckle escape him. Her arms now free from the holds that bound her to the chair.
"𝔈𝔥, 𝔠𝔩𝔬𝔰𝔢..𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔮𝔲𝔦𝔱𝔢"
He mused. This only made her feel more unease, he never really was an expert on deescalating a situation, and particularly small talk. He found it more efficient just to tell it like it was. He never felt this type of connection and level with anyone else. The closest he had gotten as far as relations was an engagement to one of the members of the Jury. Some might say she was "blessed", as to being the sole member to remain with their facial features. This engagement was subsequently broken off a mere two months later. As it was discovered, members of the Stygian Inquisition were forbidden from marriage. If one, or both were to ignore this, they were to sent to be executed by the deadly duo, Butcher and Surgeon.
But nowhere had it stipulated anything concerning mortals. He felt like he knew her his whole life. And it was soon becoming obvious, she was feeling the same way. Longing glances, and body language. No actual words needed to be said. He was so tired of bending to the whim of others, ironically enough, Hell was strict concerning the conducts of its workers. But, for just that one night, he wanted to know what reckless abandon, really felt like. And to, as they say, sow his wild oats.
Nothing but the flicker of lights reflected off as dark googles, as he stared deeply into her beautiful light blue eyes. Eventually casting their clothing to the dimly lit floor, no treats for The Assessor this time, he was afraid. But finally, it was a personal reward for him.
About a month and a half later. He would come to realize, his reward, came with lifelong consequence. Abby was set free following their brief tryst, however, she left something with The Auditor to remember her by. As he would soon come to discover.
It was during one of his routine processes, the vile scum before him was a well known backyard breeder/animal abuser. In The Auditor's eyes, this offense ranked as high as pedophilia, rape, and murder. Internally shuddering as he tapped away at the heavy keys, when suddenly, he felt it. A strange, unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach, was now clawing its way up his throat. The middle-aged man looked on in slight confusion from his wheelchair confinement.
The Demon quickly turns away from the typewriter. Violently retching into the small wastebasket beside him. This was odd, normally vomiting was the Accessor's territory. The abuser attempted to ask what was wrong, to which the Auditor quickly dismissed.
"ℑ 𝔡𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔩 𝔞𝔟𝔲𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔦𝔢𝔠𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔖𝔠𝔥𝔦𝔱"
He states bitterly. After they had processed and sufficiently punished the putrid excuse for a human being. The Demon did some processing of his own. Having just discovered he was nearly 2 months pregnant with his wrongfully convicted sinner's child. Abby had more than likely, dipped from Hell's radar. But with every action, there was consequence. And the Auditor was prepared to tackle it head-on. Even when said child, was not in the cards. He already felt a closeness and bond to it. More than he had for anything else in his entire recollection.
The months gradually passed by, with Hell's Clerk now 2 weeks from his due date with a baby girl. One of the most precious things he held dear. During his, as he put it, "down time" between the processing of sinners. He found a certain comfort and delight, speaking to his unborn daughter. Even despite the constant kicks and jabs being uncomfortable, but he suffered through worse.
"𝔖𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱, 𝔶𝔬𝔲'𝔯𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔞𝔭𝔞 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔨"
He chuckled softly and rubbed the area an arrant tiny foot had lashed out at. Despite the obvious wardrobe adjustments to accommodate his growing midsection, it did not impede his crucial role within the Department.
Now, a mere week from his delivery date. A particularly troublesome case with a sinner involved in trafficking cropped up. The Demon wanted nothing more than to skip the Jury, Butcher, Cleanup, etc. and just dispose of him himself. Since becoming pregnant, it gave him a new new view of things, he was her protector. Particularly from human garbage such as this.
"𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔫 ℌ𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔤𝔞𝔯𝔟𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔰 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣"
With now double the stress and anxiety. Had soon paved the way for a flurry of Braxton Hicks contractions. He tried breathing through the pain. Rerouting all the prospective Hell-bound to different channels within the Department, no way in the world was he able to process them in his current state.
Lowering himself to the ground. With only the dim light of the filament bulbs and a few scattered candles. He removed his suit jacket and slacks, leaving only his blood-stained white dress-shirt. Nine long months waiting for this moment, somehow it felt longer than his eternal semi-servitude in Hell. He could hear the faint screams surrounding him, trying his best to tune it out. He tore off a piece of clothing, delicately securing his penis to his thigh, so as nothing was obstructing during her birth. Feeling his perineum gradually dilate to accommodate. The labor and contractions now intensifying seemingly by the minute.
He let out a scream of pain, reaching blindly for one of the discarded leather arm restraints to bite down on, so was not to add more injuries alongside the lacerations. Little by little, it felt he was making progress. The pain, the burning, it could possibly even rival the fires of the Underworld. It was during this hour and a half lapse, his water finally broke, making the process a bit more manageable. But nonetheless, excruciating.
Through sheer exhaustion, teeth firmly sunk into the leather strap, he gave it one last go and bore down for what seemed like the hundredth time. This time, his tireless efforts finally paid off. Suddenly, he hears the sharp cries of his newborn daughter ring out. Strong, healthy lungs. All his worries that he hadn't carried her through to the full 40 weeks, had vanished. He removed his googles in orderly to properly see the precious little life he had created. Ever so gently taking her into his arms, swaddled in his suit jacket. The umbilical cord was severed with a small pocket knife, the afterbirth following soon after.
"Shh..ℑ𝔱'𝔰 𝔬𝔨𝔞𝔶, 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱. 𝔇𝔞𝔡𝔡𝔶'𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢"
He spoke gently and lovingly, brushing a black-gloved index finger along her cherubic cheek. She finally settled, finally opening her eyes. A beautiful steel blue, just like her daddy. Which, probably no one but her got to see the Demon's true eyes. Her light downy head of hair a charcoal black, like her mother's. She was perfect in every way. The Auditor gave his precious daughter the proud, traditional name, Adelheid. Of German descent meaning Nobel. Finally, he felt as though his life had meanings. No longer was it just the chimes of the typewriter to keep him company.
"𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔬 𝔪𝔶 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢"
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