4chan Hazbin Hotel story - devil daughter pet

from /hhg/ Hazbin Hotel general #408 and #410
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>>>Imagine if Lucifer made you his family's pet mortal
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>Please
>God
>Or Jesus, or Mohammad, or Abraham, or Buddha, or Elijah, or Krishna, or Clapton, or anyone at all
>Please
>You know you haven't been the most pious person to walk this Earth
>You know you're not perfect
>But please, just answer this one question

>Why?

>Why have you been damned in this fashion?

>Or better yet, what?

>What sin could someone commit in a single lifetime to earn such a fate?

>You were as fallible as any other mere human
>But you don't think you were too terribly wicked
>You didn't lie or cheat or steal
>You never raised a hand in anger
>You threw the bums a dime when you could
>At the very least, you were harmless

>So why?

>Why have you suddenly been dragged down into the lowest pits of Hell, into the palace of The Devil himself?
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>"OHMYGOSH"
>"THEY'RESOCUUUUUUUTE"

>The Antichrist looms over you from your prone position
>She'd almost looked like a normal human child at first
>A bit smaller than you
>Rather long hair, fair in color
>Big eyes
>Rosy cheeks
>...Skin whiter than fresh cream
>...A button nose like a kitten...

>Even after you'd realized she was in no way human, she still hadn't really struck you as being necessarily threatening

>But she'd changed when she saw you, and began to grow excited

>Horns had erupted from her forehead
>Her eyes had deepened into pools of fire-red
>Her smile suddenly went from a slightly sharp-toothed affair to a shark's maw full of lethal ivory points

>And now she's on top of you
>Within striking distance
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>"Charlotte~"

>A hand reaches down to gently push the demon back

>It belongs to Lucifer
>The Lightbringer
>The Prince of Lies
>The Devil

>Your owner

>...you would have expected him to be taller
>If only you weren't doomed to stay here in the inferno forever, you'd be able to brag that you were a full head taller than THE DEVIL to all your friends

>"Sweetie, what did I tell you?"

>Charlotte sheepishly hauls herself off of you
>She shifts back to her almost-human looking state, with a somewhat chastened look on her pale face

>"Mortals are delicate, and we have to be careful with them."

>Lucifer smiles, and you feel his hand slide over your head, down to the base of your neck, and begin to scratch and knead gently

>"That's right Sweetie~"

>It's actually not such a bad feeling, having the ruler of Hell petting you
>Even though he has a glove on
>It completes his outfit well enough
>Besides being shorter than your average Joe, he's not really what you expected in many other ways

>His countenance more or less matches his daughter's; corpse-pale, but rosy-cheeked, flaxen hair, teeth like knives...
>He's dressed
>Well
>Elegantly?
>But bombastically too
>Like an old-time showman
>Someone who's not just looking sharp, but doing so very pointedly and aggressively

>"So what do we say?"

>Lucifer's wife, Lillith, The Whore of Babylon, joins you
>The tallest person...or thing... in the room
>Dressed quite simply compared to everyone else, quite elegantly
>Just a long, dark, form fitting dress, and a jagged crown of dark metal
>Which of course, drew the eye to the great, crimson horns that parted her golden locks
>Though she would seem to be under-dressed compared to her husband, being in her presence makes it clear that any sort of decoration would just be gilding the lily
>She has a velvety, smoky aura about her
>Moonlight and dark chocolate and breathless whispers
>You shiver as she continues to speak
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>"Apple blossom, what do we say?"

>Charlotte perks up at her mother's urging

>"Ah, right!"

>The demon child rises up and curtsies very delicately

>"I am sorry if I frightened you. I am indeed a demon, but I assure you I am not a monster."

>oooo....kay then?
>Lucifer continues running his fingers through your hair, and you feel his hand gently push you back upright
>He crouches down, between your seat on the floor and his stooping you're about at the same height now
>He speaks to you, with a cheerful sort of condescension

>"See? She's not so scary, right?"

>You suppose not

>"Being her pet wouldn't be so bad, right?"

>...pet?
>Not a question you ever anticipated having to consider
>...you know the correct answer here, with a trio of powerful demons surrounding you, but you're afraid that if you actually say it out loud it will seal things forever
>But you can't think of anything else to say
>So you spit it out anyway

>"Well that's just grand! Because that's exactly why you're here!"
>"I'm sure it will be a bit of an adjustment, it always is, but I assure you we're generous and gentle masters!"
>"You'll never go hungry, I assure you, and I promise you'll be safe here too"

>"Yeah~"

>Charlotte interjects and comes clamoring back toward you

>The Antichrist hoists herself into your lap and nuzzles against you

>"So cuuuute~"

>You feel The Prince of Lies begin to ruffle your hair again

>"Aren't they?"

>The Queen of the Succubi sets herself down beside you and pulls you and her infernal offspring in for a group hug

>"I knew this would be a good birthday present~"

>You don't know what you did to earn this fate
>But apparently this is your life now
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Not the same guy but heres my idea for the backstory
>The memory of the events that brought you here is a little hazy but you know you didn't die
>You remember it was late, you had gotten really drunk the hour before and were still pretty tipsy
>You went for a late night stroll to help clear your head
>Finding yourself in the middle of a dirt crossroads you ended up tripping over a loose rock and faceplanting
>As you layed face down in the dirt you considered just staying there and sleeping for the night when suddenly a strange voice called your name
>Looking up you saw a pale man in a pure white suit staring down at you
>"Well what do we have here, another man making a beast of himself with cheap booze?
>Dragging yourself to your feet you tried your hardest to focus your drunken gaze at him
>"Such a shameful display don't you think? The Bible warned you people about this sort of thing you know."
>You managed to slur out a sentence that sounded pretty close to "Oh yeah, well who the fuck are yo?"
>"Why dear boy, I'm the Devil. Haven't you ever heard the tale of mortals meeting me at a crossroads?"
>"Pphssh, no"
>"Hmm, shame. Tell you what, I'm willing to make a deal with you Anon. If you can out play me I shall give you anything you desire. Should you fail, you come with me. That sound like a deal?" he said as he held out his hand.
>Maybe it was your intoxicated state or maybe you just felt lucky, but something in you made you reach out and shake his hand.
>"Allow me to go first" Lucifer said with a grin
>He snapped his fingers and a magnificent golden fiddle appeared in his hands
>Taking up the bow he played a beautiful melody that might have just been "Come on Eileen" now that you think about it.
>With a second snap the fiddle was gone. "I'm waiting."
>Mustering up all of your musical talent you attempted the best drunken beatboxing you could manage.
>Needless to say, you lost, horribly.