So here is my newest (gonna be short) fanfic where Abel didn’t know he was pregnant and goes into labor.

The hotel ballroom glows in soft golds and creams, ribbons draped tastefully instead of explosively—much to Belphegor’s visible relief. A modest banner hangs over the refreshment table:

✨⭐️🌟 WELCOME, LITTLE MORNINGSTAR ✨⭐️🌟

Charlie: *hands clasped, practically vibrating* I can’t believe it’s finally happening! This is so exciting!

Vaggi: *smiling, arm around Charlie* You’ve checked the cake three times already.

Charlie: I just wanna make sure nothing explodes!

Belphegor: *half-asleep on a plush chair, sipping something medicinal* If it does, I’m billing Lucifer.

Asmodeus: *laughing, fanning himself* Darling, this is the most wholesome party I’ve been invited to in a while.

Leviathan (left head): *pleasantly* I like the colors. Very balanced.

Leviathan (right head): *dry* I’m only here for the reveal.

Lucifer: *hovering far too close to Abel* Are you warm enough? Do you need to sit? Are you hungry? I had the caterers—

Abel: *laughing nervously* Papa please, I’m okay, I promise.

Adam: *holding a cellphone* HEY! LOOK OVER HERE! *starts taking pictures*

Abel: *blushing* Dad! Stop! I look ridiculous.

Lucifer: Nonsense, you’re glowing!

Emily: Abel!!! Hi!!! *setting down wrapped boxes with bows shaped like halos* These are from Heaven—and these ones are from Sir Pentious! He, uh… cried a little while picking them out.

Abel: *soft smile* That’s really sweet of him. Oh! Did you happen to bring—?!

Emily: *pulls out the Heavenly taffy* Of course! And it’s the assorted kind!

Abel: *gees and stems excitedly*

Nearby, Alastor chats easily with a cluster of overlords, cane hooked over his arm, laughter crackling like static.

Zeezi: Never thought I’d see the Radio Demon hosting a baby party.

Carmilla: I never thought I’d see Alastor married and having a kid.

Alastor: *grinning* Life is full of charming surprises.

The music softens. Charlie taps a spoon against her glass.

Charlie: Okay, everyone! I think it’s time!

The room quiets, all eyes turning toward the center table where the cake sits—simple, elegant, white frosting with gold accents.

Abel: *hands clasped together, bouncing slightly* Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.

Lucifer: *teary already* I’m not ready.

Adam: I was born ready.

Lucifer: You were never “born” Adam. You was created by dust.

Adam: You know what I mean!

Alastor: *steps to Abel’s side, slipping a hand into his* Ready, cher?

Abel: *takes a breath, nods* Yeah. Yeah… I think so.

They move together toward the cake, the room holding its breath as Abel places his hand over Alastor’s on the knife.

Abel: *softly* No matter what… I’m just happy they’re healthy.

Alastor: *warm, sincere* As am I.

The knife presses down.

The room is silent—

Full Uncensored Version is on Twitter

Little Abel: Hap-pee Buwfday, Mowwy! 🥳🎂 She dun’ know I’s wittle, but I still wan’ed ta make her dis card! (It gave Abel a good excuse to color though he never needs a reason to color)

Abel: *from the other room, voice shaky* Alastor…?

Alastor: *the spoon clatters into the pot as he vanishes in a flicker of shadow, reappearing at Abel’s side* Abel! What is it, darling? Are you hurt?

Abel: *eyes glossy, hands hovering over his belly, unsure where to touch* I-I don’t think so… it doesn’t hurt. It just… feels weird.

Alastor: *immediately softens, kneeling in front of him* Weird how? Is it sharp? Tight? Tell me everything.

Abel: *sniffles* No pain. Just… something moved. I thought maybe I imagined it, but then it happened again and I— *voice wobbles* I didn’t know what to do.

Alastor: *hesitates, then gently gestures* May I?

Abel: *nods quickly* Please.

Alastor places a careful hand against Abel’s stomach, still and attentive. A moment passes. Then—

Alastor: *blinks… then lets out a soft, startled laugh*

Abel: *panicking slightly* Wh-what? What is it?

Alastor: *grinning now, eyes warm and bright* Oh, my dear… that wasn’t your imagination at all.

Abel: *eyes widen* It wasn’t?

Another faint movement presses against Alastor’s palm.

Alastor: *laughs again, gentler this time* That, mon amour, was our child.

Abel: *freezes* …Our child?

Alastor: *nods, unable to hide the fondness in his voice* Kicking. Stretching. Making their presence very well known.

Abel: *stares down at his belly, breath hitching* The baby was… kicking?

Alastor: *slides his hand over Abel’s, guiding it to the same spot* There. Feel again.

Right on cue, another tiny ‘thump.’

Abel: *gasps softly, tears spilling over* Oh… oh my gosh! I felt it! Alastor, I really felt it!

Alastor: *laughing quietly, eyes misting despite himself* Seems someone is eager to say hello.

Abel: *half-laughing, half-crying* I thought something was wrong… I didn’t know it could just… happen like that.

Alastor: *leans in, pressing a kiss to Abel’s temple* Nothing wrong at all, my love. Just life, making itself known.

Abel: *rests both hands on his belly now, smiling through tears* Hi… little one…

Alastor: *absolutely murderous* Careful, Vox. You were always terrible at knowing when to stop talking.

Vox: *screen flickers wildly, fury and panic mixing* You—! You think you can just—just replace me?!

Alastor: *leans closer, voice low and velvety with violence* Oh, my dear… you were never in the running.

Vox: *snarls* Then say it. Say why. Why him.

Alastor: *tilts his head, smile widening just enough to be cruel* I have millions of reasons.

The shadows tighten. Vox’s feet barely touch the floor.

Alastor: *eyes lock onto Vox’s, unblinking* But I will only give you one… It’s because he isn’t you.

Vox: *goes still, the words hitting harder than any blow. He stared at the floor, screen dimmed* …This isn’t over.

Alastor: *pauses at the threshold, not looking back* For you, Vox? *soft chuckle* It already has~

Abel: *flying over* Is everything okay here?

Alastor: *smiling brightly* Just lovely Mon Cher! Just reminding someone why not to mess with me!

Vox: *sees Abel and growls* YOU TRAMP! ALASTOR’S MINE! HOW DARE YOU STEAL HIM FROM ME!

Abel: *stunned* Wait, what? I-I never stole—

Vox: Oh don’t give me that you motherfucking, shako-wearing, boyfriend stealing, giggling, stuttering piece of angelic horsesh*t! Yeah I said it! Fuck you Abel! Fuck you, fuck Alastor, and fuck the fucking fetus that's growing inside of the disease-ridden void that you call a goddamn womb!

Alastor: *too stunned to speak*

Abel: *eyes widened from all of the yelling* Oh wow… that… that was very personal…and very mean.

Vox: NO SHIT SHERLOCK! I mean! *laughs in disbelief* How can you call yourself anything aside from a worth lard of fat?!

Abel: Stop being mean about my body! I know I’ve always been a bigger guy! So what?!

Vox: So what?! I’m surprised you’re able to get out of bed! Or that there is a bed to get out of because you would crush it with your enormous ass weight!

Alastor: *the temperature drops instantly*

The shadows don’t just move this time. They surge.

Alastor: *slowly turns back toward Vox, voice no longer playful—flat, controlled, lethal* You will never speak about my husband—or our child—like that again.

Vox: *screen flickers, but he forces a laugh, manic* Ohhh look at you! Playing royal guard now? What, gonna sic the shadows on me for telling the truth?

Abel: *hands shake, wings twitching as he takes a step back* Alastor… he’s— he’s just trying to hurt us—

Alastor: *without looking away from Vox* Darling, please… give me a moment.

Abel: *hesitates, then nods, swallowing hard* O-okay… *taking several steps back*

Vox: *scoffs* Wow. Sending him away already? Guess you don’t want him seeing what you really are.

Alastor: *laughs once—low and humorless* Oh, Vox. You’ve already seen exactly what I am.

The shadows slam Vox against the wall, pinning him in place, cables creaking.

Alastor: You lost your power. Your empire. Your “friends.” And instead of asking why… you decided to blame the one person who had nothing to do with it.

Vox: *snarling* He took everything from me!

Alastor: *steps closer, eyes glowing brighter* No. You did. You tried to own me. You tried to brand me. You treated affection like a contract and love like a broadcast slot. All you ever truly wanted from me was my powers *leans in, voice a whisper that still carries* but Abel never asked for anything but honesty and respect.

Vox: *voice cracks, static bleeding through* You think he’ll stay? When he sees you for what you really are?

Alastor: *smiles again—but this one is soft, terrifyingly sincere* He already does.

Behind him, Abel wipes at his eyes, trying to steady his breathing.

Abel: *quietly, but firm* I don’t know what you think love looks like… but it isn’t this.

Vox: *turns his head toward Abel, hatred flaring* Shut up—

Alastor: *snaps* Enough.

The shadows release Vox suddenly. He collapses to his knees, gasping.

Alastor: *straightens, adjusting his coat* Consider this a kindness. Next time, I won’t stop myself.

Alastor turns and walks back to Abel, immediately softening, hands gentle as he cups Abel’s face.

Alastor: Are you hurt, my dear?

Abel: *voice trembling* N-no… just… shaken.

Alastor: *presses his forehead to Abel’s* I’m sorry you had to hear any of that.

Behind them, Vox watches—silent now, screen dim, hatred simmering.

Vox: *hoarse whisper* …This isn’t finished.

Alastor: *without turning around* It is for us.

Abel: *beaming a bit* aww thank you! This gender reveal has been so much fun!