#doctors office

Inside the Hazbin Hotel’s new but small medical clinic

Belphegor arrived with her usual sleepy expression, but the moment she stepped into the lobby her eyes sharpened.

Belphegor: I need a private room.

Vaggi: This way. The clinic’s empty. You can use it.

Belphegor walked in without waiting, not even glancing at the bandage cabinets or the emergency cot bolted to the wall.

A few moments later, Abel followed slowly behind her, wringing his hands anxiously.

When Vaggie closed the door, Belphegor lifted her hand and sealed the room with a privacy sigil. Only then did she turn, folding her arms.

Belphegor: Sit.

Abel obeyed immediately, lowering himself onto the examination bed.

His heart pounded. Belphegor never sounded this awake unless something was serious.

Belphegor: I have your results. All of them *pulls out a clipboard—half-covered in scribbles, sigils, and charts* Your condition is… progressing. Faster than I expected.

Abel: *swallowed* C-Condition…?

Belphegor: *pulls out and holds up one of the Abel’s blood vials* Demonic energy is rising in your system. Rapidly.

Abel’s breath hitched.

Belphegor: This happens to celestial beings who stay in Hell far too long. We have records of Cherubs stuck here for a few years can morph into imps. Some higher angels become succubi or other variants. Hell reshapes anything that lingers.

Abel: * stared at the vial, throat dry* S-So… that’s what’s happening to me. I’m… becoming a demon?

Belphegor: *nods* Your body is adapting. And it’s doing so aggressively *she pulls another sheet—genetic comparisons* I compared your DNA to Charlie’s. Since you share one parent, it made a good baseline. And… Abel, your cells are shifting. Actively integrating demonic traits. Rapid cell turnover. Stabilizing demonic markers. Even your magic is converting.

Abel: *fingers tremble on his lap* Is there… is there a way to reverse it or stop it?

Belphegor: *hesitates* …Possibly. If you returned to Heaven. Enough divine saturation might revert the changes. Or at least stop them from progressing.

Silence.

Abel: *lowers his head, voice cracking quietly* I-I can’t.

Belphegor: Why not?

Abel: I’ve been… *breath shakes* I’ve been banished. From Heaven. For sneaking around here and dating Alastor.

Belphegor froze.

Then slowly pinched the bridge of her nose.

Belphegor: Of course you were. Like father like son.

Abel: *hunches shoulders, shame burning up his neck* So… I can’t go back. I can’t fix this. I’m just— *voice breaks* I’m just turning into something else.

Belphegor: *watches him quietly—no pity, no softness, just that intense, calculating stare* Then we’ll find another solution. But you need to understand, Abel… this isn’t stopping.

Abel: *weepy eyes* Will I be in pain forever? I know Hell is a punishment after all. So is that mine? For choosing to stay with Alastor?

Belphegor: No, you’re not going to be in pain forever. The discomfort is from demonic energy restructuring your body. It should taper off soon.

Abel: *lets out a shaky breath, trying to play it cool* Good. I just… I don’t want to get hooked on those pills. They’ve helped a lot! But I know the risks. I just wanna be safe.

Belphegor: *nods, then suddenly remembers* Right. Speaking of those pills—you need to give them back now.

Abel: *blinks, confused* What? Why? They’re helping with the worse of the pain *he pulls the pill bottle from his pocket and reluctantly hands it over* …Okay, but why can’t I take them anymore?

Belphegor: *flat, casual* Because it’s not safe for the baby.

Abel: *rolls his eyes instantly* oh no not you too!

Belphegor: *blinks in confusion* Huh?

Abel: *crosses his arms* You know what I’m talking about. My Dads have been on this “protect our baby boy” campaign since I got sick. I love them but I’m an adult…

Belphegor: *stares* I’m not talking about you, Abel. I mean the baby growing inside of you.

Abel: *stops. Blinks. Stares.* …The what.

Belphegor: *pauses, realization dawning* Oh… I didn’t tell you, did I?

Abel: *shakes his head no, clearly stunned… then he lets out a nervous laugh* Oh my goodness gracious! You had me for a moment there! A baby?! I was born male! I mean, I know angels have fluid genders and stuff but I was a human boy before I died!

Belphegor: Abel, calm down please. This is a lot to take in but I’m serious. *pulls out his blood work lab results and shows high levels of HGC* This is your blood chart.