Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) X Male-Reader - Sinless Sinners - Chapter 4
Chapter 4 - Hell's Assumptions
A/N â Okay, I think thatâs everyone on the tagging list. So, hereâs to Chapter 4. Raise a glass.
Warnings â None.
Rating â T
FEMALE VERSION HERE
GN VERSION HERE
TAG LIST: @lxkeeeee @moonieper
People were staring.
The worst part was, you werenât sure who they were staring at, you or Lucifer. It could have easily been him since he was the King of Hell, and even those who didnât immediately recognise him could sense the power he exuded. However, it was just as likely that they were looking at you and wondering who you were, and how you had managed to get their ruler to walk with you, especially since he wasnât known for going out much.
Fortunately, when people saw Lucifer coming, they moved to the other side of the street, staring, whispering, taking pictures, but keeping a safe distance.
Lucifer was used to this kind of thing. He walked confidently, held a charming smile, and was generally non-plussed by the attention. You, on the other hand, felt awkward.
âThis was my idea,â You mentally reminded yourself.
You tried to hold onto that thought as you attempted to strike up a conversation.
âSo⊠Whatâs it like in the Embassy building?â You asked, quickly realising that it was a terrible topic as Luciferâs smile became a glower.
You shouldnât have reminded him where he was going. It was obvious he hated Heaven for their treatment of him, yet yearned for it and the life he had lost within its pearly gates where nothing went wrong for anyone.
âSorry,â You said hurriedly. âI didnât think- uh, nice weather weâre having?â
Lucifer smiled and shook his head. He couldnât believe you. Only the night before, you had told him to grow up, with such confidence, and now here you were struggling for words. He bypassed the awkward situation with ease by asking, âWill you be visiting the Hotel today?â
âOh, uh⊠Maybe. I would like to see everyone again. Check that Nifty hasnât set anything on fire. Make sure that everythingâs okay, and-â
You had been about to mention Angel Dust. Today was one of his work days. You would like to check that he was okay. You didnât mention him however, with something like a confidentiality clause stopping you, though you werenât his doctor, nor was he your patient. You didnât want to talk about his suffering; he was more than his trauma.
Instead, you said, âI would like to check in, but maybe not today. Besides, youâll be there tonight, wonât you?â
âYes. Iâd like to deliver the news to Charlie personally, and perhaps coach her on some of Heavenâs stricter rules.â
âThen, I think Iâll stay at the manor. I wouldnât want to step on your toes. You and Charlie- I think you need to catch up a bit, without any interruptions. She missed you, you know.â
Lucifer ruminated on this for a minute. Whatever your motivations, he was glad that you were giving him and his daughter some space. Granted, the Hotel was large enough to house many conversations in separate areas but by making the offer of keeping your distance, you were giving Lucifer some breathing room; that was good.
Had you not made that offer, Lucifer might have brought up the topic of moving you back into the Hotel to Charlie, but in respecting his boundaries, Lucifer was starting to think that you werenât so bad⊠for a Sinner.
âI missed her too.â
âCan I ask,â You said hesitantly, âWhat kept you away so long? You clearly think the world of her.â
Lucifer sighed, and stopped in the middle of the street, âI-â
He didnât get to explain his absence.
Instead, he became annoyed as two Sinners, one who looked like a nine-year-old boyâs dream with bazooka arms and rocket-infused shoulders, and the other a winged bear-woman wielding a machine gun burst through the building on the opposite side of the road, waging war upon one another.
âSHIT!â You cursed, seeing the debris that threatened to crush a lone imp who hadnât reacted quickly enough, his leg trapped under the first brick segment that fell.
Reacting quickly, you threw out your arms. A light green barrier shielded the imp from further harm, but you struggled under the weight of so much wreckage.
âMOXXIE!â A female imp yelled, running to him.
You thought she might struggle to lift the wreckage off him and were about to ask for Luciferâs help before your barrier would inevitably crumble. Yet, the female imp was stronger than she appeared and she threw it off Moxxie. She then lifted him bridal style, and ran from the danger, shooting you a grateful look from across the street.
You gasped and shuddered as you let your arms fall, your barrier fading from existence.
âYou shouldnât have bothered,â Lucifer said as you straightened up.
âWhat?â You breathed heavily, recovering from the exertion; one of the weakest Demons in Hell, with your limited abilities.
âIt was a nice thing to do, but whatâs the point? Look around,â Lucifer threw his arms up dramatically. âSomeone built something nice, and now itâs gone, all because two Sinners couldnât take their petty power struggle somewhere else. Nobody benefits from this.â
You opened your mouth to argue but were interrupted by the same two imps you had just saved, âHey there, Iâm pretty sure my husband is delirious right now, but he wanted to come over here.â
âIâm not delirious, Millie,â Moxxie said pointedly, clinging onto her shoulder to support his weight; his leg was in all likeliness broken, but being an imp of Hell, it would heal quickly enough.
Millie looked at him sympathetically, likely thinking something along the lines of, âBaby, weâre the only ones on the same side of the street as His Majesty, but do what you gotta do!â
âI must thank you most humbly for your remarkable rescue in my name, good fellow,â Moxxie exclaimed pompously, probably presuming that since you were accompanied by Lucifer you were of a much higher station than you were. âWithout you, I would certainly have perished, so I find it an appropriate time to extend my gratitude.â
âHe means thank you,â Millie affectionately translated.
âYouâre welcome,â You smiled. Then, with a small flourish of your fingers, Moxxie leg was bandaged and he was provided with a crutch to hold onto. You were no healer, but that would help the bone set correctly.
Moxxie and Millie thanked you both again, presuming that Lucifer had been part of the rescue (and in a way he was, for when the warring Demons saw him, they took their battle elsewhere), then they were gone, one limping down the street on his new crutch, and his wife offering to carry him.
âYouâre wrong,â You said, once the pair were out of sight. âThey benefitted.â
Lucifer didnât know what to say about that. They were only imps. Why did you think they mattered? Yet, after watching the loving couple thank you for their rescue, Lucifer wasnât certain that he trusted his assessment of the situation. Charlie wanted to redeem Sinners, you had just saved the lowest of all Hellâs beings and heâŠ? He needed to reassess how he thought about things.
The two of you didnât speak after that and Lucifer assumed that you were mad at him until you reached Heavenâs Embassy. Lucifer stared at the building, broken and hopeless, thinking about how he would have to fight for Charlie.
He was about to take the first step towards it when you rested your hand on his shoulder.
He stared at you, surprised.
âGood luck,â You proffered sympathetically. Then you walked away, and Lucifer was left staring after you. So, you werenât mad at him after all. What a curious person you were.
He looked back to the building before him, the one place in Hell that was perfectly pristine, and unable to be harmed by anyone. After a deep breath, he headed inside.
When Lucifer returned home, he was exhausted. The meeting had been lengthy and derogatory. He had been treated with barely disguised disdain and talked in circles, but finally, Heaven had agreed to allow his daughter passage to Heaven.
It was never an option really. As the ruler of a powerful realm, Lucifer had to be treated respectfully, even if all of Heaven hated him. Yet, just because they had to acquiesce to his request didnât mean they hadnât tried to talk him out of it. The only good news was that it had been Sera and a few of her assistants who hosted the meeting, not that ignorant prick Adam; Lucifer hated that guy⊠though his taste in women had always been spectacular.
Still, it had all been worth it when he got to the hotel and Charlie thanked him and invited him to stay for a while. They had caught up over tea, and he had gotten to know a little bit more about her and her relationship with Vaggie. Lucifer likely would have stayed longer seeing as heâd also been invited to games night, but then that red-headed bastard was there, grinning like a Cheshire Cat, and Lucifer had made his reasons to leave.
Now, all he wanted was to recover in peace.
On his way upstairs, he heard the long-neglected TV blaring in one of the living rooms. Feeling somewhat guilty about his unsupportive attitude towards you earlier, he decided it would probably be good for him to make amends and apologise. So, before isolating himself for the evening, he sought you out. Â
You were hunched on the sofa, watching 666 News, and grimacing at the new headline, King of Hellâs New Fuckbuddy.
Lucifer stood quietly behind you, watching as Katie Killjoy reported, âWhile Hell will be royally fucked by the impending extermination it seems that King of Hell Lucifer is being royally fucked by his new bimbo bitch, seen walking with him today on the streets of Pentagram City.â
Security camera footage of you and Lucifer from earlier filled the screen for a minute before returning to the hosts.
âWho is this Sinner? Does Lucifer get off on Angelic clothing? We hope to find out more soon. Over to you, Tom.â
Tom Trench continued the report, much less assuredly than his co-anchor, âNobody can say for certain theyâre together. Some speculate the Demon to be his highnessâ new assistant or-â
Katie clutched Tomâs neck in one hand, never looking away from the camera as she cut off his air supply, âNobody gives a shit about your limp-dick opinion Tom. Weâre all here to speculate about whoâs raw-dogging who. Now, onto our cooking segment, Itâs Dahm Good, with host Jeffrey who is making a delicious spleen soufflĂ©. Jeffrey-â
âHA!â Lucifer laughed, pointing at the TV.
âShit!â You yelped, lurching forward, having not known heâd returned home. You turned the TV off and stood to face Lucifer.
He was doubled over and wheezing at the idea that you and he would ever be together.
âWell, at least youâre not upset about this,â You grinned, finding his good mood contagious.
âWhat morons. Theyâre always just there, assuming the weirdest shit whenever I go out,â He laughed. Â
âYeah? So, itâs okay people know weâre friends?â
Lucifer straightened up with a smile. So, you classed him as a friend? He didnât confirm or deny your assumption of friendship. He waved his hand, unbothered, âLet them think what they want to think. Itâs Hell, nothing matters. Besides, 666 News is trash.â
âYeah, youâre right. So, how did the meeting with Heaven go? Did they agree to meet with Charlie?â
Lucifer sobered up slightly, though he didnât seem as upset as he was earlier when Heaven was mentioned, âYes. The meetingâs in a week. Charlie is- Sheâs optimistic.â
âAnd you?â
âI- My girl can handle it.â
âYeah, she can.â
And so it was that you and Lucifer started to find some common ground, that slowly built the gap from two people who barely knew one another, towards friends.











