#abelby

We got some new Abel icons!!

Only for @bunny-is-cute to use for her blogs!

Thanks @enchanted-kat for these icons! They’re so cute!

Abelby: Hiya everyone. I’m so’wy it’s been a long time but I had to be a big boy for a we’wealy long time. Like longer dan normal! And it’s made be very ‘eepy.

But! I says I was gonna run a blog! And I wanna keep doing dat!

But the problem is dat no one has been messaging me. I’ve been lonely since my Dada died “moved to Hell”. Petey and Em’wee have been busy too! And I know Heaven has been closed off from the other w’ealms.

But! Please don’t be sad! Here *offers a lamb plushie* I has a way anyone from any w’ealms can talks to me!

Days later…

The towering halls of the Morningstar have been transformed for something far more tender. A large banner, childishly hand-painted in gold and sunshine yellow, reads: “Welcome, Abel!” Duck stickers line the corners. A little table has juice boxes, a sheep-shaped cake, and a pile of plush toys.

Lucifer: *paces back and forth, muttering to himself, heart pounding* Okay. Alright. Smile. Kneel down. Be gentle. Don’t look terrifying. Don’t cry—well, maybe cry a little…

Adam: *standing nearby, arms crossed with a solemn expression* Lucifer, calm down.

Lucifer: I am calm. I’m just—freaking out internally. What if he doesn’t like me?

Adam: Then you give him time. He doesn’t remember you. He was taken too young.

Lucifer flinches.

Adam: He knows me. He might come running. You need to be ready for that.

Lucifer gives a single nod, jaw tight, holding back a thousand years of grief.

Then—the halo activates. A glowing tear of light slowly blooms in the middle of the room. Warm, gentle, and gold-edged.

A small boy steps hesitantly through.

He’s a small chubby little boy. Blonde hair. Goat ears twitch nervously beneath little black horns. His shirt is yellow with three cartoon duckies on the front, and his dark yellow shorts are slightly too small. A plush sheep dangles limply from one hand—Woolie—and a stuffed, overpacked bookbag is slung crookedly over one shoulder.

Abelby stops.

He stares at the vast, strange room.

At the plushies.

At the duck banner.

At the two towering demons watching him.

He blinks. And then—

Abelby: *a sharp, high gasp* ...DADA!?

Adam: *choked breath, falling to his knees, arms open instantly* Baby boy.

Abelby: DADA!!

Abelby drops Woolie and runs—feet slapping the stone, bookbag bouncing—straight into Adam’s arms. He slams into him and clutches his tunic tight, already sobbing.

Abelby: I missed you! I missed you so much! Dey said you was gone an’ you died an’ I didn’t believe ‘em ‘cause my Dada’s strong and I waited forever for you and—

Adam: *holding him tight, voice shaking* I’m here. I’m here now, baby goat. I missed you more than the stars missed the sun.

Abelby pulls back, eyes still streaming—and suddenly he notices Adam’s new form:

The curved, black horns. The glowing black-and-gold eyes. The heavier belly, the worn edges. The unmistakable “demon” in him.

Abelby: *quietly, curiously* ...Dada… you look diffwent.

Adam: *gentle chuckle* Yeah. I’m not an angel anymore. I’m a little… bigger. Rounder. Hornier. *He winks teasingly*

Abelby: *squints, then giggles* I like your tummy. It’s squishy.

Adam: *smiling* You always did.

As they embrace again, Lucifer—who’s stayed respectfully back—takes a small step forward.

He kneels carefully, keeping his voice soft, so very soft.

Lucifer: Hello, sweetheart.

Abelby: *peeks up, hugging Adam's neck tighter*

Lucifer: *pauses, then smiles gently* You probably don’t remember me. That’s okay. I’m not mad *places a hand on his own heart* I’m your Mama.

Abelby: * blinks. Tilts his head quietly* ...You’re my Mama?

Lucifer: *nods, voice trembling*
I held you when you were only minutes old. You were so small. I loved you then. I’ve loved you every day since. Even if you don’t know me yet, I know you.

Abelby stays quiet, looking Lucifer up and down. Then shyly looks back at Adam.

Abelby: Is he nice?

Adam: *smiles down at him* Yes. Maybe a little dramatic. But he’s been waiting 10,000 years just to say hi to you again.

Lucifer: *laughs softly through tears* It’s true. I threw a party and everything.

Abelby looks around again—at the ducks, the sheep cake, the banner.

His ears twitch.

Then slowly, carefully, he reaches out a small hand toward Lucifer.

Abelby: ...Can I have cake?

Lucifer: *beaming as he takes the offered hand* You can have two slices.

Abelby: *eyes sparkle and he gets really excited*

Adam: *shirtless, with a burp cloth tossed over his shoulder and baby Eryx snuggled in a sling against his chest after a recent nursing* (sarcasm) Oh yeah. We’re partied out for the year.

Evelyn: *toddles by in footie pajamas, dragging a plush deer behind her*

Alastor, looking particularly smug, comes in from the hallway with a sealed envelope that hums faintly with celestial magic.

Alastor: *grinning, eyes glinting with curiosity* Ohh, my darling dearest, look what the postman set you! *hands over the envelope, and it instantly warms in Adam’s hand*

There’s crayon scrawled across the back: “To: DaDa” with an adorable attempt at a smiley face haloed above the name.

Adam: *sits up a bit, brows furrowing as he carefully opens it* From... Abel? *he opens the envelope and sees the drawing*

Evelyn: *waddles up and looks up at him, blinking curiously, seeing the new expression on her Dada’s face but has seen it on others* Dada sad?

Adam: *chuckles through the tears* No, baby girl. Daddy’s happy. Your big brother made us a masterpiece for Father’s Day.

He lifts the card like it’s the most precious artifact in all of Hell. With great care, he gets up, handing Eryx to Alastor without waking him, walks it over to the small fridge tucked in the family suite—covered already in magnets and tiny handprints from Evelyn’s paint sessions—and smooths the card flat against it. With a proud little click, he fastens it in place.

Adam: There. Right where everyone can see. That’s Dada’s first Father’s Day card from Heaven since coming to Hell.

Alastor: *quiet, for once, but smiling warmly as he watches* You look positively radiant, my love.

Adam: *smiling through tears, voice low and thick with emotion* I miss him. But this… this helps.

Behind them, the card glows faintly with leftover holy energy—just enough to let them know Little Abel poured all his love into it.

Adam: *kneels down and picks Evelyn up, putting her on his hip* Are you hungry Evie? They should still have some food cooking downstairs!

Evelyn: Hun’gee!

Adam: *looks at Alastor*

Alastor: Yes I believe I’ve worked up an appetite. Let’s go see what they have downstairs.

Hewwoooo fwens…

Sowwy I been gone sooooooo long!! 😔 I din’t mean to disappear!! I jus’ been stuck bein’ BIG… wike, big-big… too big. I been busy wif stuff and growed-up stuff an’ I ain’t had no time to be tiny at all.

Lots an’ lots been happenin’ in Heaben.

Like—I gots a new fwend!! His name is Sir Pentious and I LAUGHED SO HARD ‘cause his name sound like suh-picious!! pfffft!! 🤭🐍 He talks all silly-fancy and has big goggles an’ makes machine go boom! but he’s weally nice to me.

Also… Sewa says I’m da weader now… of da exorcists. 😞

Dat’s… dat’s da angels who gotta go down to Hell an’ fight bad souls an’ I don’t wanna do dat at all!! It makes mah tummy feel all twisty… I don’ wanna hurt nobody, even if dey bad. I just wanna be a bunny doctor or a cuddle monster or somethin'…

But I didn’t get to pick… an’ I can’t say no… 😢

I been so stwessed an’ scared an’ tryin’ not to cwy in fwont of da big angels… but today I had a tiny bit of time to be tiny again. I gots my stuffie an’ my softie jamjams and my thumb is back where it belongs. 😌

I feel a widdle better now. Not a whole lot… but jus’ enough to say hi.

Fank you if you still think of me sometimes.

Love,

Nice to meet you ^^

How are you feeling, sweetie?

Abelby: *sniffles a little, words slow and small, like it’s hard to line them up*

Angel was wif me… at first. He tried real hard. He was nice… he holded my hand an’ told me stay quiet.

But… bad man came. Big bad place. Loud. Scary.

Angel said “don’ look” but I looked anyway… an’ I shouldn’ have…

*mumbles* bad mans… bad noises… made my tummy hurt…

Then Angel hadda go. He said sorry lots. I waited… an’ waited…

but nobody came back.

I tried find Daddy. I walked an’ walked. My feet got ouchies.

I slept outside… lotsa sleeps.

*holds fingers up, then gives up counting* many days.

Sera came after… after long time. She picked me up.

I was real cold… an’ sleepy… an’ I didn’ wanna be awake no more.

*quietly*

I thought Daddy didn’ want me… so I didn’ knock…