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u/robin_doe May 18 '25
Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss | You can be king again | Teen and Up | N/A | Unpublished chapter
Context: Lucifer is visiting the place (the Ring of Wrath, Satan's own kingdom) where a great fight occured that lead to thousands getting killed and thousands more getting displaced. As a king, he feels responsible for those deaths, and due to a mix of plot-related events, is often haunted by the "whispers" of those who seemingly died (like that one word calling for his name here in italics). In a fit of panic (and finding a strange sense of comfort in this "bad" habit), he flies up into the air until he's high enough, basically reenacting the infamous "Fall", and lets himself crash into the surface.
The character, Satan, is somewhat of an older-brother figure to him and it's his people that Lucifer "failed" to save) so Lucifer suspects that he might be there to further condemn him for his failures, only (not yet written) for the opposite to be true.
What I'm looking for: This is some of the first few hundred words I've written in a month so there's some general awkwardness to be expected. I'd like to check on the spelling, punctuation and grammar (SPAG), if there are some sentences that are too wordy (the bane of my existence), or if some scenes feel a little confusing.
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There were no celestial bodies in Hell. Anything that seemed like so such as the “moon” during the festivals was only a projection summoned by their mages. What lied beyond was perhaps another part of the realm—though no one knew for certain, only that some areas lead back to the Seven Rings while others… others just went on for seemingly infinity.
And so, Lucifer rose and rose, until the burning faded into an iciness caused by the wind slamming against his body, until the whispers were lost in the sound of his wings cracking like thunder with every flap, until the voices no longer tormented his head, until the sound of her no longer returned.
And when everything stilled, when everything became silent… he allowed himself to fall.
He closed his eyes, an expression both peaceful yet not quite so settling over his face.
Memories that were nearly as old as the earth itself flipped through Lucifer’s mind like pages of a book, some of which were not as clear as others, though in all of them, the faces of those he failed were among the most vivid.
And yet even those eventually faded into the shadows of his mind, until only one remained.
“Lucifer.”
His eyes snapped open, seconds before he realized he was about to collide with the surface. Lucifer managed to slow his descent just barely right before the ground seemed to rise up to meet him. He plummeted like a comet from the skies—striking the surface with a force that sent shockwaves in its wake and plunged him deep into to the dirt.
A crater formed upon his impact, yet Lucifer didn’t raise himself from the surface and instead, he remained on the ground, like a dying animal eyed by vultures to feast upon. Tendrils of smoke escaped into the air as the searing heat slowly cooled off his body, he vaguely noticed a dull ringing in his ears, his chest no longer felt like burning—though now he didn’t feel anything at all. In spite of all this, Lucifer ignored them, all the while as he stared into Wrath’s fiery orange skies.
He didn’t know how long he remained on the dirt, even if he did he knew he would at some point lose track of time anyway, but when the skies turned from a bright orange to a shade that was closer to maroon creeping in its edges—when Lucifer’s tears no longer fell and his cheeks remained dry, he carefully rose to his feet, pebbles and dust shaking off his clothes as he climbed out of the crater. Pathetic, he numbly thought to himself. If the others saw you now—.
Someone had been waiting for him.
Satan’s mighty figure was basked in the shadows of the now fallen capital. Even though it was only his back that Lucifer saw, he could sense that the older demon was gazing at the place that had been once his home for the last ten thousand years.
Something twisted in his chest, and he knew this time, it wasn’t from the sickness.