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Eyre was sent to Universe 7 for a reason.

He was supposed to talk to Shin and share some info. It was a task.

Then he heard someone excitedly explaining the difference between a Cybertronian spark chamber and a fuel processor to a confused Kibito. That was it his mission was forgotten.

He turned to see who was talking.

Across the courtyard was someone from Universe 7.

It was you.

You were holding a robot toy.

You both stared at each other.

"…Robots?" you asked.

"…Robots " Eyre said.

There was a silence.

Then you pointed at him.

"What do you think about robot parts?"

Shin, who had just arrived looked shocked.

Eyre looked happy.

"Oh they're really interesting."

You were surprised.

Eyre was surprised too.

Shin realized he had lost Eyres attention.

For the three hours you both kept talking.

It turned out Universe 3 had advanced mechanical civilizations, artificial lifeforms and robots. There was a lot of research on robotics.

You introduced Eyre to Transformers.

"Wait they're robots that turn into cars?"

"Yes."

"And they have groups?"

"Yes."

"And histories?"

"Yes."

"And emotional problems?"

" Lots of emotional problems."

Eyre wanted to know everything.

When Shin finally found Eyre he was sitting next to you. You both were debating whether robot parts were like organs.

"They definitely are " Eyre said.

"They're, like equivalent versions."

"Exactly!"

"Exactly!"

Shin looked stunned.

You both had somehow drawn diagrams.

Neither of you had diagrams before.

"Kaio Eyre."

No answer.

"KAIO EYRE."

Still no answer.

You and Eyre were arguing about whether robot parts should be considered like skeletons.

Shin rubbed his head.

Meanwhile in Universe 3 Mosco got a message that Eyre's meeting was delayed. He had found someone who liked robots.

The reply came away.

"Understandable."

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Idk how I didn't find it before, is hilarious af

Also some parts compliment a lot my last Zamasu post :v

@melisahoxha009

I am sorry if this is long, but you are like one of the only people that makes stuff about Daishinkan (and I have consumed every thing about that angel…which is not a lot) you can do it whenever way you want fiction, headcanon or whatever else, please and thank you 🙏

Of coursee, here u go. I usually write funny shit but I'll do this one a bit more romantic

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The time Daishinkan met you he did not think much of it.

Not because you were not special. You were actually very special.

Mortals are interesting people. They are fragile. Do not live forever.. They can do things that angels and other special beings can't do even though those beings have been around for millions of years.

Daishinkan had met mortals before.

You should have been like all the others.

You were different.

You smiled at him in a nice way.

You said "nice to meet you". And you meant it.

Daishinkan was surprised.

He said "likewise". That was it.

Whis, who was with you almost laughed.

That should have been the end of it.

It was just the beginning of something new.

It started with Daishinkan being curious about you.

Least that is what he told himself.

When Whis came to visit, Daishinkan would ask about you and the people you knew like Beerus and Goku.

He wanted to know more about you.

He wanted to see pictures of you.

He wanted to hear your voice.

This was curiosity he thought.

Nothing more.

Then Daishinkan started to find ways to see you.

Not on purpose. So he thought.

If there was a reason for you to come to the palace he would make sure you were invited.

If there was something to see in the sky he would ask Whis to bring you along.

This was all very normal he thought.

Not suspicious all.

Whis noticed what was going on.

He just thought it was funny and did not say anything.

Months went by. Then years.

You started to come to the palace

The angels got to know you. Liked you.

Even Zeno liked you.

Daishinkan got used to seeing you around.

He liked it when you were there.

He felt happy when you smiled at him.

He felt bad when you were upset.

This was all very strange. He did not think much of it.

The first person to talk to Daishinkan about this was Vados.

She said "Father you are in love".

Daishinkan did not know what to say.

He said it was not true. Vados just looked at him.

She said he spent much time thinking about you.

He said he just liked books like you do.

Vados knew what was going on.

Then Marcarita talked to him.

She said "You are hopeless Father".

Daishinkan did not know what she meant.

She said he smiled differently when you were around.

He said that was not true. Marcarita just laughed.

Whis also talked to him.

He said "Father you are in love".

Daishinkan said no. Whis just smiled.

He said everyone had noticed how Daishinkan felt.

Even Lord Beerus had noticed.

Daishinkan did not know what to say.

He did not understand what was happening.

He knew he loved his children. This was different.

He wanted to spend time with you to hear your voice to make you happy.

That made him feel strange.

Then something happened that made him realize how he felt.

You got hurt, a little bit.

Daishinkan was very worried.

He went to see you away.

He was afraid of losing you for a moment.

Then he knew how he felt.

He felt love for you... love.

When he saw you he felt nervous.

You asked if he was okay. He did not know what to say.

You were always thinking of him even when you were hurt.

That made him feel happy and sad at the time.

That day Daishinkan found you alone.

You were looking at the stars.

He said "I have been around, for millions of years".

You laughed and said "I know".

He said "I thought I knew everything but I was wrong".

You. He felt happy.

He said "I love you".

You looked surprised. Then you laughed.

You said "I was wondering when you would figure it out".

Daishinkan was surprised.

You had known how he felt for years.

Daishinkan was happy really happy.

You took his hand. He felt complete.

He had learned something something important.

He had learned what it means to love someone really love someone.

You loved him back.

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So I have this comment from God-knows-when and I just read it, sowwy @melisahoxha009

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You decide that if you're going to survive living with fourteen divine babysitters, they need to learn how normal people function right?

Right?

So today's lesson:

Money

You: Okay, mortals use money to buy things

Silence

Every Zamasu stares

"...Buy?"

...

Right, you forgot civilization doesn't exist anymore.

You: Okay, imagine you want an apple

Zamasu #4 creates an apple

You: No no, a normal person wants an apple

Zamasu #4 deletes the apple

You: A normal person wants an apple

Zamasu #4: Then they acquire an apple

You: How?

Zamasu #4: They pick it

You: What if they can't?

Zamasu #4: Then they ask someone

You: Why if that person says no?

Zamasu #4: Why would they?

You: Oh my gosh...

Collective "Yes?"

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You: Okay! Let's say someone grows apples

"Good"

You: And another person wants apples

"Excellent"

You: The second person gives the first person money

Silence...

"...Why?"

You: Because the farmer worked hard

"So the reward for labor is... a piece of paper?"

You: It's more complicated than that

"Then explain"

(I'm to lazy to write Zamasu #X a lot of times okay??)

You: So money represents value

"What determines value?"

You: Supply and demand

"What determines demand?"

You: What people want

"What determines want?"

...

"What determines people?"

You: STOP

---

The Zamasus gather in a circle.

A serious theological debate begins

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"So mortals collectively agreed that small objects represent resorces"

"An exchange system"

"Fascinating"

"Honestly impressive"

---

You: Thanks

"We didn't say it was a good idea"

You proceed to make the mistake of explaining jobs

You: People worked to earn money

"They required the permission to obtain resources?"

You: Kinda

"So they spent most of their lives performing tasks they didn't enjoy"

You: Sometimes

"...Oh"

For the first time in all day, they look genuinely disturbed.

"Good thing we ended their suffering then"

You: Zamasu!

---

"Beloved mortal"

You: Yeah?

"Your species was deeply concering"

You: ... You all commited genocide...

"That has nothing to do with this"

You: IT ABSOLUTELY HAS EVERYTHING TO DO!

The argument lasts 6 hours, nobody learns anything.

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Of the poor, of the homeless

Of the marginalized and the unprotected

Of the disinherited and the owners of misery

Of those who follow you and those of us who no longer believe in you

Come down from the heavens

For here is Hell

Come down from your throne

For there are wars, hunger, injustices

You don’t need to be one and three

With just one who wants to help

It would be enough

What is your kingdom? The Vatican?

The Banks? High Politics?

Our kingdom is misery, violence.

Our daily bread is rape

Gender violence

Pedophilia, dictatorships

In temptation, I fall daily

There is no tomorrow in which I am not tempted to create a humble, just God

A God who is on Earth

In the valleys, the rivers

A God who lives in the rain

Who travels through the wind

And caresses our soul

A God of the sad, of the homosexuals

A more human God

A God who does not punish, who teaches

A God who does not threaten, who protects

That, if we fall, will lift us up

That, if we get lost, will extend a hand

A God who, if we sin, will not blame us

And who, if we doubt, will understand us

For that is why you gave us intelligence

To doubt everything

Our Father, of all of us

Why have you forgotten us?

Our Father, blind, deaf, and idle

P.S. I'll be back soon! I promise!

Rosie tilted her head.

“Of course it does.”

A pause.

“Yes,” Alastor admitted. “I decided my time there had run its course.”

He said it casually.

Like it meant nothing.

Rosie hummed.

“I see.”

She leaned forward slightly, resting her chin against her hand.

“And you thought you could just… do that?”

Alastor’s eyes flicked toward her.

Still smiling.

But sharper now.

“My dear Rosie,” he replied smoothly, “I assure you, I am quite capable of managing my own affairs.”

Rosie laughed.

Soft.

Warm.

Dangerous.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said gently, “of course you are.”

Her fingers tapped lightly against the table.

“But let’s not forget,”

Her eyes gleamed.

“you’re still under contract.”

The air shifted.

Just slightly.

Alastor’s smile didn’t falter.

But it stilled.

Rosie continued, her tone still perfectly pleasant.

“You don’t simply walk away from arrangements like ours.”

She lifted her teacup.

“Not until you’ve paid what you owe.”

A beat.

Then Alastor laughed.

Bright. Sharp. Almost genuine.

“Perish the thought,” he said. “I would never dream of neglecting my obligations.”

Rosie smiled wider.

“Good.”

The tension dissolved as quickly as it had formed.

Like it had never been there at all.

Y/N remained silent through it.

But she had seen enough.

Alastor leaned back again, returning to his usual ease.

“Besides,” he added casually, glancing toward Y/N, “one must keep oneself entertained.”

Y/N met his gaze.

“Running away isn’t usually your style.”

His grin sharpened.

“Who said anything about running?”

She didn’t answer.

Rosie clapped her hands lightly.

“Well! Enough of business.”

And just like that, the conversation shifted again.

Food was brought out.

Tea was refilled.

Laughter returned.

Later, when Y/N left Rosie’s establishment, she didn’t return to the hotel.

Nor to her realm.

Instead, she went upward.

Heaven was quieter in the hours following the meeting.

Not peaceful.

Not anymore.

Just… subdued.

The ripples of what had been revealed were still spreading, still unsettling the rigid perfection of the place.

Y/N walked through it without resistance.

No one stopped her.

No one questioned her.

She already knew where she was going.

The secluded garden sat far from the main halls, tucked behind walls of pale stone and draped in soft, dimmed light. Someone, thoughtful as always, had ensured the brightness here was gentler, filtered.

A small table rested beneath a flowering tree.

Two cups.

Already poured.

Of course.

Lilith sat waiting.

There was still that same elegance, that same presence that could command a room without effort.

But now it was quieter.

Contained.

Refined into something that fit Heaven… just enough.

Lilith didn’t look surprised when Y/N approached.

“You took your time,” she said calmly, lifting her cup.

Y/N stopped across from her.

“Did I?”

Lilith gestured lightly to the seat.

“Sit.”

Y/N did.

For a moment, neither spoke.

The silence wasn’t uncomfortable.

Just… heavy.

Y/N picked up the cup, studying the liquid inside before finally speaking.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

Lilith looked at her under her lashes.

"Rosie..." she murmured to herself.

"Yeah, Rosie. Why didn't you tell me?"

Lilith took a slow sip.

“I couldn’t.”

Y/N’s jaw tightened slightly.

“You couldn’t… or you wouldn’t?”

Lilith lowered her cup.

Her gaze was steady now.

Sharp.

“What would you have done, Y/N? You’re… you’re like a daughter to me. I wouldn’t have forgiven myself if anything had happened to you because of your recklessness.”

Silence stretched.

Y/N leaned back slightly in her chair.

“They threatened you.”

Not a question.

Lilith’s expression didn’t change.

“Yes,” she said softly.

“They promised.”

Y/N’s eyes narrowed.

“That if I stayed there,” Lilith continued, “Hell would become a problem that needed to be… corrected. They would kill my family...”

The word lingered.

Y/N didn’t move.

“They didn’t need to say more,” Lilith added.

Another pause.

“So you left.”

“Yes.”

“You abandoned Lucifer.”

Lilith’s gaze flickered.

Y/N studied her, something sharper creeping into her tone.

“Do you really love him?”

There was no hesitation.

“Of course I do,” Lilith replied immediately, almost offended by the question. “I love Lucifer and Charlie more than anything.”

Her voice softened, just slightly.

“I just… didn’t want to lose them.”

That made Y/N pause.

Actually pause.

It wasn’t the answer she expected, and it showed.

She leaned back a fraction, the tension in her shoulders easing just enough to betray her surprise.

“And you didn’t tell him?” Y/N asked, quieter now. “Not even him?”

Lilith exhaled slowly, looking away.

“Please… you know how he is.”

Y/N raised a brow.

“…Dumb?”

A faint, helpless smile tugged at Lilith’s lips.

“…No,” she murmured. “Impulsive.”

She turned back to her.

“If I had told him, he would’ve come straight to Heaven. Alone. Furious. Trying to fight everyone.”

A beat.

“And he would’ve lost.”

Y/N didn’t argue.

Because they both knew it was true.

The silence that followed wasn’t tense this time.

Just… heavy.

“…Will you go back?” Y/N asked after a moment.

Lilith’s gaze drifted somewhere far beyond the room.

“I hope so,” she said quietly. “I really do.”

Her fingers curled slightly against her cup.

“I’m hoping Charlie’s project works. If redemption becomes real… then maybe…”

She didn’t finish the sentence.

Then, more casually, almost as an afterthought:

“At least Adam’s gone.”

There was a faint edge of relief there.

“He was… a major problem for me.”

Y/N hummed softly, eyes lowering just a fraction.

“…Yeah,” she murmured.

You have no idea.

Chapter 7

Heaven was not quiet that day.

It should have been.

The upper halls were designed for serenity: endless marble, soft golden light, distant choirs. Yet outside the chamber doors there was a low murmur spreading through the celestial courts like a rumor with wings.

Inside, the atmosphere was far worse.

The chamber itself was vast, circular, and lined with towering windows of stained crystal. At the center stood a long table carved from pale wood. Around it sat figures who governed Heaven’s order.

Some calm.

Some tense.

Some very, very angry.

And at the center of it all stood Sir Pentious, fidgeting with the brim of his hat.

His tail twitched nervously.

Across the table, Sera leaned forward, hands flat on the surface, her wings rigid with agitation.

“How,” she demanded, her voice echoing through the chamber, “did you do it?”

Pentious blinked.

“I- beg pardon?”

Sera’s eyes burned with a mixture of disbelief and desperation.

“How did you ascend?” she pressed. “How did a sinner from Hell appear at Heaven’s gates? Who sent you? What ritual? What intervention?”

Pentious adjusted his stance.

“Uh… none of those?”

The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on.

Beside Sera, Emily watched Pentious with worry and curiosity rather than anger. Her expression was gentle.

Across the table, Lute leaned back in her chair, arms crossed, eyes narrowed with hostility.

“This is ridiculous,” she muttered. “He’s lying.”

Pentious recoiled slightly.

“I’m not lying!”

Lute scoffed.

“Then explain it.”

“I- I can’t!”

Sera’s wings flared violently.

“That is not acceptable.”

Pentious shrank under the pressure of the archangel’s glare.

“I’m sorry! I really don’t know how it happened!”

“Then we will find someone who does.”

Slowly, Sera’s gaze shifted across the table.

Toward Y/N.

Death sat slightly apart from the others, one leg crossed over the other, chin resting on her hand as though the entire situation were mildly inconvenient rather than cosmically unprecedented.

Her crown of blue lilies and thorns glowed faintly under Heaven’s light.

One crow head in her wing blinked lazily.

Sera’s voice sharpened.

“You oversee the passage of souls.”

Y/N looked up.

“I do.”

“You enforce order in the transition between life and afterlife.”

“That is also correct.”

Sera’s hands clenched.

“Then explain this.”

A faint shrug.

“I would love to.”

The room leaned forward.

“But,” Y/N continued casually, “I can’t.”

The temperature of the chamber seemed to drop.

Sera stared at her.

“What.”

Y/N gestured vaguely with one hand.

“He passed through my domain.”

Pentious blinked.

“I did?”

“Yes.”

Sera leaned closer.

“And?”

“And he didn’t stop.”

A murmur rippled through the chamber.

St. Peter shifted in his seat, adjusting the massive ledger in front of him.

Sera’s voice grew tight.

“Explain.”

Y/N leaned back slightly.

“It was fast.”

“How fast?”

“Very.”

Lute scoffed again.

“That’s not an answer.”

Y/N’s red eyes flicked toward her.

“Neither was Adam’s battle strategy.”

A few figures coughed awkwardly.

Lute’s glare sharpened, but she held her tongue.

Y/N continued calmly.

“One moment there was a flashing light entering the threshold of my realm. The next moment-”

She snapped her fingers.

“-gone.”

Sera’s wings trembled.

“You’re telling me a soul bypassed the entire system of death and judgment.”

“Not bypassed.”

Y/N tilted her head.

“Rushed by.”

Sera stood abruptly.

“You maintain order,” she said sharply. “You preserve the natural flow of souls. And now suddenly the rules change?”

Y/N’s shoulders lifted slightly.

“I didn’t change anything.”

“Then why did this happen?”

“I don't know. Ask him.”

Sera turned back toward Pentious.

Her voice hardened again.

“Start talking.”

Pentious gulped.

“I- well- um-”

Before he could continue the chamber doors opened.

Not loudly.

Not dramatically.

Just enough.

A soft hush spread across the room as a new presence entered.

Floating gently a few inches above the ground was a tall angelic woman with enormous owl-like wings and luminous eyes.

The Speaker of God.

She smiled.

“My apologies for the delay.”

Her voice carried calm like a balm across the room.

Immediately, the tension shifted.

Even Sera’s rigid posture softened slightly.

The Speaker folded her wings as she drifted toward the table.

“Oh my,” she said warmly, looking at Pentious. “This must be the little troublemaker.”

Pentious waved awkwardly.

“Hello.”

The Speaker chuckled.

“Now then.”

She gestured toward a chair.

“Why don’t we let him speak properly?”

Sera hesitated.

The Speaker’s eyes turned gently toward her.

“We are not interrogating a criminal.”

Her gaze returned to Pentious.

“We are listening to a witness.”

Slowly, Sera sat down again.

The Speaker turned to Pentious.

“Take your time, my child. Tell us your story.”

Pentious swallowed and nodded.

“Well… um… it started a long time ago, actually.”

The room grew quiet.

“When I was alive, I lived in London,” Pentious continued, "I was an inventor... but I didn't have a social life, so I used to live my life through the lives of the people I watched from my window. So much joy, angst, it was thrilling... until... I saw something horrible.”

“There was a man... a very strange one.”

His voice dropped slightly.

“One night I saw him dragging a woman into an alley.”

The chamber stilled.

“I knew what he was doing.”

Pentious looked down.

“And I did nothing.”

No one interrupted.

“I told myself it wasn’t my business. Told myself someone else would stop him.”

His hands clenched.

“But no one did.”

Emily’s expression softened with sadness.

Pentious continued.

“I learned later that he killed several women.”

Silence spread like frost across the room.

“And that,” Pentious said quietly, “was something I could never quite forget.”

He took a breath.

“So when I ended up in Hell… and I saw my friends in danger…”

He looked up.

“I didn’t want to be that coward again.”

The Speaker leaned forward.

“So you chose to act.”

Pentious nodded.

“Yes.”

Sera’s voice cut through the room.

“You sacrificed yourself.”

“Yes.”

“And you expected… what exactly?”

Pentious blinked.

“Uh… nothing?”

Lute scoffed again.

“That’s convenient.”

Pentious raised his hands defensively.

“I thought I’d just… die again!”

He looked around the chamber nervously.

“I certainly didn’t expect to end up here!”

The Speaker of God watched him quietly.

Then she turned to Sera.

“Do you see?”

Sera didn’t respond.

The Speaker continued softly.

“He acknowledged his wrongdoing.”

She gestured gently toward Pentious.

“And when the moment came, he chose differently.”

Emily whispered:

“He changed.”

The words hung in the air.

Sera’s wings slowly lowered.

Her gaze drifted back to Pentious.

Her voice was barely audible now.

“He was…”

The realization trembled through the chamber.

Her hands covered her mouth.

“What have I done…?”

Her voice cracked.

“All those souls…”

She stared at the table as though seeing it for the first time.

“If I had believed they could change… if I had trusted them even a little…”

Her wings trembled violently.

“Could they have been saved?”

No one answered.

Finally she whispered the words that shifted the entire celestial order.

“He was… redeemed?”

Voices rose immediately. Arguments. Shock. Denial.

"That's impossible-" "Perhaps Hell did something to manipulate-" "Manipulate the process!?"

Peter was frantically flipping through his enormous lerger, pages fluttering like startled birds.

Emily leaned forward across the table, eyes bright with something close to hope.

"It works-!"

Lute slammed her fist into the table.

"No, it doesn't."

All eyes turned to her.

"This is a trick. Hell has always been deceptive. If that trash could just "redeem themselves", the entiere structure of Heaven and Hell collapses."

Emily's voice sharpened.

"Or maybe we were wrong from the start!"

Lute glared at her. "You sound like Charlie Morningstar." Emily didn't back down. "Maybe Charlie was right."

The murmurs grew louder. Through it all, Sera was completely still. Her breathing had become shallow. Her hands trembled against the table. The voices blurred around her.

"I-"

"I..."

Her wings shuddered violently. Suddenly she stood.

"Enough!"

The room fell silent.

"Meeting dismissed"

Emily blinked.

"Sera-"

"Dismissed."

Without another word, she turned and walked towards the doors, her steps quick, almost frantic.

The doors closed behind her.

Only then the room begin breathing again.

Y/N had already stood.

"Well," she said lightly, "that was productive."

No one stopped her when she left.

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Y/N went straight to hell.

The air changed instantly. Hot and heavy.

Y/N stepped through the portal and into the Hazbin Hotel lobby, where the usual chaos was already in full swing.

Angel and Husk were near the bar, Niffty cleaning upside down, and Charlie and Vaggie trying to manage the big number of sinners wanting to enter the hotel.

The moment Y/N appeared, a few heads turned.

Charlie's tired, traumatized eyes lit up. "Oh, hey!"

Y/N nodded in greeting. "Hello."

Her red eyes swept across the room briefly. Then frowned.

"Where's Alastor?"

Usually he appeared almost instantly to greet her.

Angel snorted. "Oh, you don't know?"

Y/N's gaze shifted to him. "Know what?"

"Mr. creepy quit."

Y/N didn't react, not outwardly.

"Quit," she repeated.

Vaggie nodded.

"Yeah, he just walked out after Charlie's dad teased him enough."

Y/N hummed softly. "I see... anyway, I got some news. I was just in a meeting at Heaven and, well, Sir Pentious is up there."

Everyone fell silent.

Charlie's eyes got even bigger than before.

"WHAT!?"

Y/N just shrugged, "Yeah, I don't know how but your idea actually works."

"OhmygoshVaggiedidyouhearthat!? Itworks!!!" She was ranting about how it actually worked, and went with Vaggie to another room.

The loby felt silent again.

"... Okay," she said casually, "I should continue my rounds."

Angel smiled.

"Come back anytime babe."

Y/N stepped back outside. The moment the doors close, she paused.

Something tugged at her instincts.

Her eyes lifted slowly toward the distant district where Rosie's territory lay.

"Hm..."

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The bell above the door chimed pleasently. Rosie looked up from behind the counter.

"Well well well." Rosie clasped her hands in delight. "If it isn't the Reaper herself. Boy, you sure are thin, want something to eat?"

Y/N leaned casually against the doorway. "No thanks, I'm fine."

Rosie circled the counter. "Come in, dear! Tell me, how's everything going? Spill the tea!"

Y/N shrugged while sitting across from her. "Nothing too interesting, meetings with Heaven, purges, Charlie's redemption project, Lilith being a bitch-"

Rosie froze. Her expression changed immediately.

"Lilith?"

Oh shit right, everyone thinks she dissapeared

"...Yes... I sorta saw her, in Heaven."

Y/N huffed and crossed her arms lightly.

"She... seems to be enjoying herself."

Rosie stared at her, then laughed. But not an amused laughter, an awkward one.

"Oh dear."

Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"What"

Rosie leaned forward.

"Well darling..."

Her voice softened.

"There's something you should know... Lilith... she didn't leave Hell because she wanted to."

The room seemed to grow quieter.

Y/N's eyes narrowed a fraction.

"She was forced."

"What? What do you mean forced?"

"You must understand, dear," she began, strolling casually around, "Lilith wasn't just the Queen of Hell because she married Lucifer."

Y/N's eyes followed her.

Rosie stopped beside a small table and delicately poured herself a cup of tea.

"She had influence. Real one."

Y/N tilted her head slightly.

"I'm aware."

Rosie chuckled softly.

"Oh, I'm sure you are. But I mean influence in a way Heaven found... unsettling."

She stirred the tea slowly.

"You see, Lilith had a talent for stirring emotions in people. Inspire them. Guide them."

Rosie tapped the spoon against the porcelain.

"And not just demons."

Y/N's eyes narrowed.

"Back in the early days of Hell, when everything was still chaotic, sinners didn’t organize much. They fought, they schemed, they tore each other apart."

She took a sip of tea.

"But Lilith? She could walk into a room and suddenly those same sinners would start thinking bigger. Movements, ideas, unity... Hope."

The word hung in the air.

Y/N crossed her arms.

"Heaven didn't like that."

Rosie smiled.

"Now you're catching on."

Y/N spoke calmly.

"So they removed her."

Rosie lifted one finger.

"Ah ah."

Her smile sharpened.

"They gave her a choice. Leave Hell."

She paused.

"Or they would get rid of her family."

The implication settled between them.

"They threatened to erase them."

Rosie shrugged lightly.

"Heaven can be very persuasive when it wants to be."

Silence filled the shop for a moment. Then she continued.

"Lilith loved Hell. Loved that ridiculous king of hers. She never wanted to leave."

Y/N's gaze drifted briefly to the window watching the gates of hell from afar.

"So she-"

Ding

The bell above the door rang.

Both women turned toward the entrance.

"Good morning, Rosie dear!"

It was Alastor, dressed in a weird pink outfit.

"Oh, what a delightful surprise. I didn't realize this establishment had become a place for such distinguished company."

Rosie's expression brightened instantly.

"Alastor! How dare you show unnanounced?"

She clapped her hands together.

"Always a pleasure to see you."

His gaze slid toward Y/N.

For a moment, his grin widened a fraction.

"Well, well. Fancy seeing you here."

Rosie glanced between them with interest.

The heavy conversation from moments before dissolved like smoke.

"Now why did you quit the hotel, Alastor?"

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They noticed you by accident.

That, in itself, annoyed Zamasu.

Mortals were background noise, filthy things whose only purpose was to be erased. He had long stopped distinguishing one from another. Yet somehow… you stood out.

Because you smiled at them.

Not fearful.

Not reverent.

Just… warm.

Goku Black had been the first to pause.

You’d approached their temporary dwelling with a small basket clutched to your chest, humming softly to yourself as if the world wasn’t on the brink of extinction. When you noticed them, your eyes lit up and you bowed a little too fast, nearly dropping everything.

“I made something,” you said, voice bright, a little nervous. “I don’t know if gods eat mortal food but… I thought I’d try.”

Inside the basket: clumsily shaped sweets, a little uneven, clearly handmade. You’d even wrapped them with care.

Silence followed.

Zamasu stared at you like you were a contradiction incarnate.

A mortal offering kindness.

To gods who despised mortals.

Absurd.

And yet… you weren’t trembling. You weren’t begging. You weren’t trying to impress. You were just standing there, hopeful, rocking slightly on your heels, eyes shining like you expected nothing bad to happen to you. As if the world had never once been cruel to you.

Goku Black chuckled softly.

“How reckless,” he murmured. “Coming this close to us.”

You tilted your head. “Oh. Am I in danger?”

That question alone should have sealed your fate.

Instead, something twisted painfully in Zamasu’s chest.

Danger. Yes. The world was danger. Mortals were corrupted, selfish, violent

But you?

You spent your days cooking, crafting little things out of scraps, giving them away to strangers. You talked about your hobbies like they were treasures. You apologized to plants when you brushed past them.

You were… wrong.

Too soft. Too bright. A fragile little thing wandering a universe that would inevitably crush you.

Zamasu found himself watching you far more than he intended.

Your laugh

The way you brought them food every time, even after they never asked

The way you sat nearby, content just to exist in their presence, knitting or shaping clay or humming tunelessly

“This world will ruin them,” Zamasu said one day, voice sharp with displeasure.

Goku Black smirked. “I was thinking the same thing.”

You were leaning against the wall nearby, half-asleep, having exhausted yourself baking again. A smear of flour dusted your cheek.

Zamasu stared.

Too pure.

Too gentle.

A mortal like you shouldn’t exist.

And if the universe was too cruel to protect you…

Then the gods would.

You awoke once to find yourself lifted effortlessly off the ground, cradled.

Goku Black grinned down at you. “You really should be kept somewhere safe.”

Zamasu turned away, arms crossed, tone severe but unwavering.

“Do not misunderstand. This is not affection. It is preservation.”

You blinked sleepily. “…Okay.”

And that acceptance?

That unquestioning trust?

It only sealed your fate further.

You were no longer just a mortal.

You were theirs now

A little ball of sunshine in a world that didn’t deserve you, guarded obsessively by two gods who had decided, delusionally and irrevocably, that you must never be allowed to be corrupted… or taken… or harmed.

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The forest was quiet in the way only southern nights could be, heavy with insects, damp earth, and the low rustle of leaves settling after movement.

Alastor dragged the body behind him with little effort, humming to himself as though this were merely another evening stroll. Blood darkened the grass in a thin, careless trail.

Behind him, the air cooled.

Not sharply. Not suddenly. Just enough.

“So,” Alastor said cheerfully, without turning around, “do you prefer the woods, or do you just enjoy watching me work?”

Death followed at an unhurried pace, boots never quite touching the ground. Her cloak brushed the undergrowth, shadows clinging to it like obedient things.

“You’re inefficient tonight,” she replied.

“Oh?” He glanced back, grin intact. “That’s disappointing. I was feeling inspired.”

“You left witnesses.”

“Only animals.”

“They count,” she said flatly.

He laughed. “You’re very strict for someone who keeps me company.”

She didn’t answer that.

They walked a little farther. The body bumped against a tree root. Alastor adjusted his grip, unfazed.

He tilted his head, listening.

“You’re quiet,” he observed. “Usually by now you’ve already collected.”

She stopped.

“In a moment,” Death said. “I’m waiting.”

“For what?” he asked, genuinely curious.

Before she could answer-

A bark shattered the night.

Sharp. Close.

Alastor turned instinctively, eyes narrowing, annoyance flickering across his features.

“Oh for—”

BANG!

The sound was deafening.

Alastor felt it before he understood it. A sudden, violent force snapped through his skull, light exploding behind his eyes.

He hit the ground without ceremony.

Death laughed.

Not loudly. Not cruelly.

Just a soft, startled sound of disbelief.

“Oh,” she said. “That’s unfortunate.”

"Is everything okay!?" "Yeah! I think I shot a deer!"

“If only you knew,” Death murmured.

She stepped closer, crouching beside Alastor’s fallen body.

His soul hovered above him already, half-formed, blinking in confusion.

“…Really?” Alastor said, looking down at himself. “A deer?”

Death straightened, brushing imaginary dirt from her gloves.

“You were distracted.”

He stared at her, then broke into laughter.

“I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

She gathered the other soul first, the victim’s, gentle, efficient. Then she held out her hand to him.

“Come on,” she said. “You’re holding up the line.”

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Alastor waited patiently.

He stood at the edge of the void, hands folded behind his back, posture impeccable, humming softly as souls shuffled past him one by one.

Death worked methodically. Judgment. Direction. Release.

Finally, she looked up.

“Next.”

Alastor stepped forward, grin bright as ever.

“So,” he said, “that’s how it ends.”

She flipped through parchment, eyes narrowing slightly.

“…Ah.”

His smile sharpened.

“You found it.”

“Yes,” she replied. “You planned ahead.”

“Always.”

She read aloud, unimpressed. “Contract signed. Power upon arrival. Influence. Immunity from lesser authority. By: Rosie”

“You sound disappointed.”

She looked at him then.

“You chose Hell.”

He inclined his head politely. “It felt appropriate.”

Death closed the document.

“Well,” she said dryly, “try not to make a mess.”

He laughed as the ground opened beneath him.

“Oh, my dear,” Alastor replied, tipping an imaginary hat as he fell, “you know me.”

And Death watched him go.

For longer than she should have.

Back in the lobby, Y/N leaned against a pillar, arms crossed, watching the chaos unfold.

Gaia was surrounded.

Angel Dust was crouched on the couch, poking at a flower that had sprouted out of the carpet. “It winked at me,” he whispered. “I don’t like it.”

Y/N looked at him, "For whatever reason, she likes flowers with eyes."

Niffty was vibrating with excitement, following Gaia in tight circles. “You make things grow! Can you make my knives grow? Bigger knives??”

Husk squinted at Gaia over his glass. “I don’t trust anything that cheerful.”

Gaia smiled at him brightly. A vine curled around his leg.

Husk sighed. “…I really don’t trust anything that cheerful.”

Y/N let out a quiet breath.

Her phone rang.

She froze.

She checked the caller ID.

“Oh shit,” she muttered.

She answered immediately. “Hey- yeah. No, I’m fine. I told you, Hell’s loud, not dangerous.”

A pause.

“Mm-hm… yeah. That’s good. I’m glad.”

She glanced toward Gaia, who was now crouched on the floor, fascinated by a cockroach Nifty was stabbing.

“Gaia? Yeah, she’s with me. She probably left her phone somewhere. Again. She probably left it in a forest. Or a tide pool. Or inside a cow.”

Another pause.

Y/N’s expression softened just slightly.

“…Okay. I’ll tell her. We’ll be there.”

She hung up.

“Gaia,” she called.

Life looked up, eyes sparkling. “Hi!”

“We have to go.”

“Aww,” Gaia pouted. “Already?”

“Yes. Before something else breaks.”

Gaia hopped to her feet. “Okay! Bye everyone!”

Angel waved. “Bye weird sunshine lady!”

Niffty saluted. “Come back soon!!”

Husk grunted. “Take your plants with you.”

Gaia blew them a kiss. The vine retreated.

Y/N opened a portal.

At first glance, it looked like Heaven.

Gold. Light. Soft glow.

But dimmed. Muted. Filtered through shadow.

They stepped through.

The room was quiet.

Golden floors, walls, and ceiling, but every surface was softened by heavy black curtains draped carefully along the edges, blocking the worst of the radiance. The light that remained was warm, controlled.

How thoughtful.

A simple wooden table sat in the center. Four chairs. Tea already poured. Pastries arranged neatly.

Y/N relaxed the instant her boots hit the floor.

“Thank you,” she murmured, mostly to the room itself.

Gaia looked around, impressed. “Ooooh. Cozy.”

Before Y/N could respond-

The door flew open.

And slammed shut just as fast.

“WAIT- NO- DON’T TOUCH ME- YES I’LL SIGN IT- PLEASE STOP ASKING ABOUT MY HANDS-”

A muffled chorus erupted from the other side of the door.

“CAN I SEE IT??” “BLESS ME!” “I LOVE YOU SO MUCH-”

The door sealed.

Inside the room stood Jesus, slightly disheveled, robe wrinkled, hair tied back hastily, breathing hard.

“…Sorry,” he said. “Crowd got out of hand.”

Behind him, floating gracefully and laughing softly, was the Speaker of God, wings shimmering like moonlight through feathers, vast eyes kind and knowing.

“Oh, they get excited,” she said fondly.

Y/N snorted. “You’re a rock star. Deal with it.”

Jesus smiled when he saw her. “Oh, hey! You made it.”

“Your fans are terrifying,” Y/N replied.

He laughed, pulling out a chair. “Sit. Please.”

They did.

Gaia reached for a pastry. “Ooooh, these look amazing.”

“Old habits,” Jesus said, pouring tea. “Breaking bread and all that.”

Y/N eyed the spread. “Beautiful table.”

“Thanks,” he replied casually. “Been practicing.”

Gaia grinned. “Do we play cards? Or maybe-”

“No,” Y/N cut in immediately.

Jesus raised a brow. “Still bitter about the chess match?”

“You stalled me for three days,” Y/N said. “Three. Fucking. Days.”

“You could’ve resigned.”

“You cheated.”

“Come on, you already knew I was gonna win.”

Gaia giggled. “Let’s do cards!”

Everyone but Y/N nodded.

“Traitors,” she muttered, taking her cup.

They played. They talked. Time bent around them.

Then Y/N set her cup down.

“There’s something,” she said.

The mood shifted.

“Sera,” Y/N continued, “has been sending exterminator angels into Hell.”

The Speaker’s feathers rustled.

Jesus stilled.

Gaia frowned. “Oh, yeah, right.”

“Led by Adam,” Y/N added. “They’re killing sinners.”

Tea spilled.

Jesus blinked. “She’s doing what?”

“I thought you knew,” Y/N replied.

“I absolutely did not.”

The Speaker tilted her head. “This was… never approved by any of us.”

Y/N’s eyes glinted faintly red. “Souls that die twice don’t go where they’re supposed to. Apparently, they come to me. My place is getting full.”

Gaia’s smile faded completely.

“That’s not fair,” she whispered.

“No,” Y/N agreed. “It’s not.”

Silence stretched.

Jesus exhaled slowly. “Adam never was subtle. Was he?”

Y/N leaned back in her chair. “And now, he moved the extermination sooner.”

The Speaker’s wings flared once, sharp and contained.

“That will have consequences.”

Y/N smiled thinly. “I think it already does. I know you're not in good terms with Hell, but they're handling it.”

Somewhere far below, Hell prepared for war.

Y/N set her empty teacup down with a soft clink.

“Well,” she said, standing. “This was… nice.”

Jesus looked mildly disappointed. “Already going?”

“Yes,” she replied plainly. “Souls don’t process themselves.”

The Speaker inclined her head. “Duty before comfort. As always.”

Gaia stretched dramatically. “I’ll come with you!”

Y/N gave her a sideways look. “Of course you will.”

Goodbyes were exchanged, casual, warm. The kind that came from beings who had shared centuries of quiet conversations and disasters alike.

Y/N opened another portal.

This one led home.

Her realm greeted them with silence.

The void stretched endlessly, dark and familiar, broken only by pale paths of light and the soft murmur of waiting souls. A long line had already formed, men, women, children, sinners, saints, some confused, some resigned, some still screaming.

Y/N rolled her shoulders once.

“Alright,” she murmured. “Let’s get to it.”

She worked.

Methodical. Precise. Gentle when needed, firm when required.

Gaia floated nearby the entire time, legs swinging as she sat on nothing, humming softly, occasionally waving at a soul that recognized her and burst into relieved tears.

“Hi!” Gaia whispered cheerfully. “You’re doing great.”

Y/N didn’t answer, but the corner of her mouth twitched.

Time passed strangely, as it always did there. When the last soul finally drifted away, Y/N exhaled deeply and leaned back against one of the black pillars lining her realm.

“…Done.”

Gaia clapped. “You’re amazing.”

“I’m exhausted.”

“Wanna see what Hell’s doing?” Gaia asked.

Y/N paused.

“…Yeah.”

She raised her hand, and a mirror bloomed into existence, tall, wide, its surface rippling like still water.

The image sharpened.

And Y/N froze.

“…Oh.”

Below them, Hell burned.

Literally.

Angels and demons clashed across shattered streets. Golden wings tore through smoke, red blood splashed across ruined concrete. Charlie stood at the center, blazing with defiance, Vaggie fighting at her side with precision.

Alastor’s laughter crackled through the battlefield, his cane splitting halos in half.

Angel Dust fired relentlessly. Cherri Bomb cackled, explosions lighting her grin. Niffty darted through chaos like a delighted gremlin. And behind them

The cannibals.

An entire army.

Gaia’s eyes widened. “…Did they organize that?”

Y/N conjured a bucket of popcorn and handed one to her sister. “Apparently.”

They watched.

Sir Pentious appeared, dramatic as ever, kissed Cherri Bomb full on the mouth-

Gaia gasped. “Awww!”

-and charged Adam’s war machine with a scream of pure, idiotic bravery.

Y/N winced. “Oh no.”

It exploded.

Sir Pentious died gloriously, spectacularly, tragically.

“…That was beautiful,” Gaia whispered, wiping a tear.

Then the sky cracked.

Lucifer descended.

Y/N straightened slightly. “Took him long enough.”

Lucifer dismantled Adam with ease, every punch shaking the battlefield. Adam staggered, furious, screaming about vengeance, Heaven, and consequences

“I WILL MAKE YOU PAY FOR—”

Shnk.

Niffty stood behind him.

Knife buried deep.

Silence.

Y/N and Gaia froze mid-bite, popcorn halfway to their mouths.

“…Oh,” Gaia said faintly.

From far above, in Heaven, Jesus did the same, hand still hovering over his teacup.

“…Huh.”

The Speaker blinked once. “…Oh Lord.”

Adam collapsed.

The extermination ended.

Y/N slowly lowered her popcorn. “…Well.”

Gaia nodded. “That was entertaining.”

They dispelled the mirror.

Gaia floated upright. “I should go.”

“Figures.”

“I have… thingies,” Gaia said vaguely. “Also I really need to find my phone.”

“Try not to put real eyes on flowers,” Y/N said. “Humans don’t like that.”

Gaia grinned. “No promises.”

She vanished in a burst of warmth and petals.

Y/N turned, ready to finally rest.

And then

A scream.

A flash of blinding white tore through her realm from floor to ceiling, ripping upward like lightning given voice. The void shook. The air screamed.

Y/N staggered back. “What the fuck!?”

The light vanished as suddenly as it appeared, piercing straight through the ceiling of nothingness and disappearing beyond her perception.

Silence returned.

Then

A soft glow.

"What now?"

At the center of her realm, a small, sleeping soul drifted into existence.

Emotionless.

Y/N approached slowly.

It had Adam’s face.

Her eyes narrowed.

“…Great,” she murmured.

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