#mpreg abel

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When their infant is put to sleep in their crib, he is hit with sudden baby fever, and he goes to his loving husband, whispering suggestively, "I'm sure our child would love to have a sibling... don't you think so too, Lucifer?"

Lucifer knew what he was asking for, he wasn't an idiot to notice his queen's body language after all.

Abel makes for a beautiful mommy, not only in physical appearance but in his naturally nurturing ways. It's no surprise he was knocked up in the first place. He was made to spoil his hubby's children

The pregnancy went as it should. And they were more fortunate to have a successful delivery, a doll faced child just like Lucifer's, only a cuter version of papa! Now, imagine a set of two doll faced angels...

Summary:

In the wake of Adam’s death, Abel throws himself into work, burying his grief beneath a mountain of new duties as Heaven’s representative and leader of the angelic exterminators.

The relentless pace and crushing expectations leave him no time to mourn, wearing down his mind and spirit.

Abel: *sees the message* Oh! Hi! Sorry I have been kinda busy. Things have certainly changed in the last few…months? It’s been months right? *is heavily pregnant now*

Original art by @lucifer-imaginaryfriend

Abel: I’m sorry for my absence! I’ve was really going through a terrible depression! I’m feeling lots better now! Emily has been so supportive and without her…I don’t think I would have gotten out of that funk.

Abel wanders the streets of Hell, cloaked and trembling, one arm protectively over his belly. Neon signs flicker and strange demons leer from the shadows. He tries asking the nicest looking demon for directions.

Abel: *softly* Hazbin Hotel? Do you know where—?

“Nice” Demon: *is actually a crackhead that’s is tweaking out hard*

Abel: *feels uneasy* I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to bother you *stumbles away. And when he gets a few blocks Way, the panic sets in* Great. Just great.

Other demons start to notice him—sniffing the air, whispering, circling.

Demon 1: Heaven blood.

Demon 2: Looks soft.

Demon 3: Bet he’s valuable.

Abel ducks into an alley, trying to hide, breathing hard.

Abel: *to himself* I just need help… I just need to find someone. Anyone.

Before he can move again, a tall demon blocks his path, claws digging into the wall beside Abel’s head.

Stranger Demon: You lost, angel-boy?

Abel: *nervous* Please—I just need to find the Hazbin Hotel—

Stranger Demon: That info’s expensive.

Abel: Please! I need help!

Stranger Demon: *mockingly* Pwease’ I need help! *spits on Abel’s face* You angelic scum think you can get away with killing us sinners because you think your better than us!

Abel: Huh?! No! I haven’t— *is grabbed and shoved against the brick wall*

Stranger Demon: Well now you’re out of your element and all alone. No one will save you!

As the demon reached and touched Abel’s pajamas, about to rip them off, and just the idea of his baby being hurt made something in him snap.

His eyes opened and revealed red and gold eyes and powerful aura.

Abel: NO! *without thinking, he shoves the demon off him, making him crash into the wall behind him, or rather through the brick wall*

In haste, Abel began to fly off, running on adrenaline. He hadn’t flown in months so he wasn’t having the easiest time with balance, but he was managing.

Abel: How much I actually enjoy it. I mean, I was really depressed and sick at the beginning, I won’t lie, but when I began feeling the baby kick and move around me, I just felt so happy. And homes I’ve been riding that high for months.