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Blitzø found himself waiting in a serene, almost ethereal garden. The environment was unlike anything he had seen in Hell or even in the human world. The lush greenery, vibrant flowers, and the gentle sound of flowing water created an atmosphere of peace and tranquility. It was as if he had stepped into the very heart of the Garden of Eden. Trees with sprawling branches formed a natural canopy, allowing beams of golden sunlight to filter through, casting a warm glow on the ground below.
Despite the serene surroundings, Blitzø was restless. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions—grief, anger, confusion. He paced back and forth, his thoughts racing. The death, the rebirth, and now the sudden summoning to this heavenly realm—it was all too much to process. Michael had told him he would meet his mentor here, and he couldn't shake the feeling of apprehension.
In the midst of his pacing, Blitzø heard a voice in his head, a voice that wasn't his own. "Blitzø, calm yourself. This place is meant to bring peace, not more turmoil."
Blitzø stopped and glanced around, then shook his head. "Shit, I forgot you're there. Isn't there a way to let me know you're there without talking to me out of the blue and scaring me to death?"
Metatron lets out a light laugh. “Unfortunately not, but you’'ll get used to this eventually."
Blitzø sighed, rubbing his temples. "Yeah, sure. Just another thing to get used to. So, what kind of powers can you grant me, Metatron? Make me fly? Shoot lasers from my eyes?"
"Our connection will enhance your abilities," Metatron explained. "You will find yourself stronger, faster, and more resilient. You will also have access to some of my celestial powers, but they will come with training and understanding."
Blitzø sighed dramatically. "Figures. Nothing comes easy. Alright, let’s see what kind of heavenly tricks you’ve got up your sleeve."
Before Metatron could respond, a brilliant light filled the room, emanating from a portal that suddenly appeared nearby. Blitzø squinted, shielding his eyes from the intense glow. As the light dimmed, a figure stepped through, tall and imposing, with an aura of authority that immediately drew attention.
Luke emerged from the portal, his eyes wide with shock and disbelief as they landed on Blitzø. His usually composed demeanor faltered, replaced by a mix of surprise and confusion. For a moment, he simply stood there, unable to process what he was seeing.
"Well, if it isn't the fucking Viceroy himself," Blitzø muttered, his voice dripping with sarcasm and frustration. "Took you long enough."
Blitzø found himself overwhelmed with a tangled mess of emotions as he looked at Luke. Everyone in Hell knew about the imp who had somehow gained Heaven's favor, becoming an ambassador of sorts. The stories were vague, filled with rumors and half-truths, but one thing was clear: Luke had climbed the ranks in a way that no other imp had. Blitzø couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of admiration. Luke had done what seemed impossible, making alliances and gaining power in both Heaven and Hell.
Yet, beneath that admiration, a gnawing sense of betrayal festered. How could Luke, an imp just like him, sell out to those celestial bastards? And if that wasn't enough, he had cozied up to the aristocrats of Hell, living in luxury while others suffered. Blitzø's life had been a constant struggle, just like almost everyone in Hell, filled with pain and loss. Seeing Luke's success, his wealth, his power as Viceroy, All the speeches and promises of a supposed fight for the lower class, only fueled Blitzø's anger. How could Luke turn his back on their kind, And carry the title of king of imps? What a hypocrite.
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to Blitzø, a turmoil of thoughts were going through Luke's head. He took a few hesitant steps forward, his gaze locked onto Blitzø as if he might disappear at any moment. His mind raced, struggling to reconcile the impossible sight before him with the reality he knew. "Blitzo, it's really you..." His voice trailed off, a deep sadness settling into his features. "This means you really died saving Stolas."
Blitzø raised an eyebrow, his confusion mixing with his irritation. "It's Blitzø, the o is silent. Did you expect someone more worthy? More important? Well sorry to disappoint." Blitz could feel Metatron in his conscience, disappointed by his words.
Luke stepped forward, his eyes locking onto Blitzø's with sorrow and relief. "I can't believe it's you..."
Blitzø's confusion turned to irritation, his patience wearing thin. "What the fuck are you mumbling about? Yeah, I died saving Stolas. What does he have to do with anything?"
Luke's mind raced, piecing together the fragments of information. "I had heard about Stolas's lover dying to protect him, but I didn't know it was you. Blitzo... Blitzø, it means... you're the one who..."
Blitzø's patience snapped, his voice rising with anger. "What the fuck are you talking about? Stop with the cryptic mumbling bullshit and tell me what's going on!"
Luke's face contorted with a mix of shock and anguish, his thoughts spiraling. Blitzo... my brother. After thinking I would never be able to see him again, here he is, chosen by Heaven, just like me. The chances of this happening... it's beyond comprehension. All this time, I've lived with the guilt and pain of our separation, and now, to find him here... it's almost too much to process. What cruel twist of fate brought us both to this point? How can I make him understand that I never wanted to leave him, that all I wanted most was to be able to talk to him, to Barbie, to Fizz again? Luke felt a deep sadness settle into his features as the weight of the revelation sank in.
"Blitzø, it's me," Luke said softly, his voice trembling. "Lukene."
Blitzø's eyes widened, then narrowed with suspicion. "Lukene? like my brother? Don't fuck with me. What kind of twisted manipulation is this?"
Luke stepped closer, desperation in his eyes. "No, I swear, it's really me. I was reborn in Heaven, just like you."
Blitzø shook his head, his anger turning to bitter disbelief. "Bullshit! Look, I already agreed to help, I already went through the fucking process. You don't need these fucking manipulations to control me!"
Luke's eyes filled with tears, his voice breaking. "Blitzø, please, you have to believe me. I wanted to find you, to tell you everything, but the rules are strict. Heaven forbade me from reaching out to anyone from my past life. I was trapped, just like you."
Blitzø's anger begins to morph into confusion and skepticism and he pushes Luke away. "How do you expect me to believe this shit? You look nothing like my brother. Maybe hair color, but it's not like white hair is a very rare color."
"I was 14 when you last saw me. Even without the changes of rebirth, I think I would be very different from what you remember" Then Luke raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement breaking through his sadness. "But... Have you looked at yourself, Blitzø? Your appearance also did change." Luke activates a spell that creates a small cloud with a reflective surface along its length.
Blitzø frowned, glancing down at himself. For the first time, he noticed the significant changes. One horn was white, the other red. His scars, now more pronounced, covered more of his body with white. His eyes, once a fiery red, now glowed with golden pupils. "What the fuck...? How... I didn't even notice..."
Luke nodded. "You've been through a transformation, just like I have. Physical changes are part of this."
Blitzø's frustration flared again. "Prove it, then. Prove you're really my brother."
Luke took a deep breath, his voice trembling with emotion. "Do you remember when we were kids? We used to play with those little horse figures you loved so much. You'd always make sure I had the best one because Cash didn't let me have any toys of my own."
Blitzø's eyes narrowed, but he remained silent.
"And do you remember how you'd defend me from Dad whenever he got drunk and angry? He'd yell at me, call me a street rat, remind me I wasn't his son, just another waste to feed. But you never let him hurt me."
Blitzø's skepticism began to waver, his eyes searching Luke's face for any sign of deception.
Luke continued, his voice growing more confident. "And the times we, Barbie, and Fizz would sneak out of the circus to explore the streets of the Greed ring? And if we encountered any problems, you and Barbie would never let anything happen to us. You always made sure we stuck together, no matter what kind of trouble we got into."
Blitzø's expression softened, the memories flooding back. "We had some good times back then... before everything went to shit." Blitzø's anger turned inward, his voice trembling with anger and frustration. "So what? You reborn and just move on? Forgot about me? You were living it up, while I was thinking you were dead. Do you have any idea what that did to me? You fucking coward!"
Luke took a shaky breath, trying to gather his thoughts. The weight of the moment pressed heavily on his shoulders. "Blitzø, I never wanted to leave you. I never forgot about you, not for a single day." His voice wavered with the strain of long-suppressed emotions. "But I couldn't break the rules. They wouldn't let me."
Blitzø's expression darkened further, his self-loathing consuming him like a dark cloud. His fists clenched, and his eyes turned to the ground, unable to meet Luke's gaze. "You know what? I understand... Why would you want to meet your killer again, right?" His voice was laced with bitterness and pain. "You're just another one in the long list of people I've fucked over. I understand why you hate me" Tears welled up in Blitzø's eyes, and he held both hands to his head, as if trying to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm him.
Luke's eyes filled with tears, his voice breaking with regret and sorrow. "Blitzø, I never hated you! Not for a single moment." His hands trembled as he reached out, his face a mask of pain and longing. "I've carried the pain of our separation every day. I never wanted to leave you without knowing. Please, believe me. All those memories are what kept me going all these years. I never forgot you… or them. Not for a single moment. How could I? You were my brother, my protector." Luke's voice quivered, each word laden with the weight of unspoken agony. "It's you who needs to start forgiving yourself."
Luke’s heart ached with the desire to comfort Blitzø, but he didn't knew the depth of his brother's pain. "You're not a killer." His voice was firm but gentle, pleading with Blitzø to see the truth. "The fire was an accident. I've never blamed you for what happened. Not once."
Blitzø's voice cracked, filled with anguish and self-recrimination. "But I do. I blame myself every damn day." His tears flowed freely now, his body trembling with the intensity of his emotions. "I thought I killed you, Luke! That I killed mom! That I destroyed Fizz's life! How was I supposed to live with that?"
Luke stepped closer, reaching out tentatively, his hand hovering just above Blitzø's shoulder. He could feel the raw pain emanating from his brother, and it tore at his soul. "Blitzø, listen to me. You have to let go of this guilt." His voice was soft but insistent, trying to penetrate the thick walls of self-loathing Blitzø had built around himself. "You didn't kill me. You didn't kill anyone. It was an accident, and accidents happen. Please, don't let this consume you."
Blitzø shook his head violently, his tears falling like rain. "You don't get it!" His voice was choked with despair. "Every time I try to care about someone, I end up hurting them. Our family, Fizz, Verosika, Stolas... all of them. I'm a fucking curse."
Luke's heart ached for his brother, his own eyes brimming with tears. He stepped even closer, the distance between them almost nonexistent. "You're not a curse. You're not a monster." His voice was filled with conviction and love. "You care so deeply about others, and that's why it hurts so much. I'm sure you made mistakes, but that doesn't make you vile, mainly in Hell's standards. It makes you someone who loves fiercely, even if you don't always get it right."
Blitzø looked up, his eyes filled with pain and disbelief. His body was tense, every muscle coiled with the weight of his emotions. "How can you say that?" His voice was a whisper, trembling with uncertainty. "After everything I've done, how can you still see any good in me?"
Luke stepped forward, closing the final gap between them, and hugged Blitzø as tightly as he could. His embrace was warm and full of unspoken promises. "Because I know you." His voice was gentle, filled with a deep, unyielding love. "I know your heart. You're my brother, and I love you. No matter what you've done or what you think you've done, that will never change. Love won’t change."
Blitzø's shoulders sagged, the weight of his emotions almost too much to bear. His breath hitched, and his gaze dropped to the ground, unable to meet Luke's eyes, but feeling the relief of being able to hug your brother once again. He felt an overwhelming surge of conflicting emotions: anger, guilt, sorrow, and a desperate longing for the brother he once knew. "I don't know if I can do this..." His voice was barely a whisper, trembling with vulnerability.
Luke's voice was soft but firm, filled with a steady determination. "Just take it one step at a time. I'm here with you, every step of the way and I won't leave you again. We can face this together." He took a step closer, his presence a beacon of stability amidst the storm of emotions swirling around them.
Blitzø's eyes filled with tears, his defenses crumbling under the weight of his brother's words. He felt a crack in the wall he had built around himself, a small opening where hope and pain mingled. "I missed you, Luke. I missed you so fucking much." His voice broke, the raw honesty of his confession hanging in the air.
Luke embraced Blitzø, holding him tightly, his own tears mingling with Blitzø's. The embrace was both desperate and comforting, a physical manifestation of the years of longing and regret. "I missed you too, Blitzø. More than you'll ever know." He held his brother as if letting go would mean losing him all over again.
In that moment, in their brother’s hold, amidst the turmoil of their emotions, they found a flicker of hope. The path ahead was uncertain, filled with challenges and pain, but they had each other. The bond they shared, though strained, was still strong. Blitzø stood there,enveloped in Luke's embrace, feeling the warmth and sincerity of his brother's words. For the first time in a long time, he felt a glimmer of something he had thought lost forever: the possibility of redemption and the strength to face whatever lay ahead. His defenses, built up over years of pain and regret, began to crack. In that moment, surrounded by the unconditional love he had longed for, he allowed himself to hope. The path to healing was long and fraught with challenges, but for the first time in a long time, Blitzø felt the faint glimmer of redemption, fueled by the unwavering support of the brother who had never stopped believing in him.
Blitzø took a deep breath, his emotions still raw but slightly more controlled. The feeling of Luke's arms around him, the solid, reassuring presence of his brother, gave him a sense of grounding. "Alright. I'll try. But don't expect miracles." His voice was steadier, though still tinged with uncertainty.
Luke smiled softly, his own eyes wet with tears. "I don't need miracles, Blitzø. I just need my brother." His words were simple, yet they carried a profound depth of meaning and love.
Blitzø nodded, a small spark of hope flickering in his heart, but he wasn't about to let it show too easily. "Alright, fine. Let's get this over with. What's the plan?" His voice carried a hint of determination, a promise to himself and to Luke that he would at least try.
Luke looked at Blitzø, his expression a blend of determination and relief. "First things first, you need to get used to your new body and powers. There's a lot you'll need to learn and adapt to. But before we dive into training, I have to make a trip back to Hell. I need to speak with Lucifer and inform him about the current situation."
Blitzø raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "The big boss, huh? Sounds like a fucking blast."
Luke sighed, his expression turning serious. "It's necessary. The balance between Heaven and Hell is fragile, and with the recent events, we need to ensure that Lucifer is aware of the full scope of the situation. His support and understanding are crucial. I just hope that with the improvement in his relationship with his daughter, he will be able to return to the role of king."
Blitzø looked skeptical but nodded. "Alright, but don’t take too long. I don’t want to be stuck here, twiddling my thumbs while you’re off playing politics."
Luke chuckled softly, a hint of humor dancing in his eyes. "I promise, I'll be back as soon as I can. In the meantime, try to get comfortable with Metatron. We'll have a lot of work to do when I return."
Blitzø rolled his eyes but managed a small smile. "Yeah, yeah. Just don’t keep me waiting too long, alright? I just got my brother back."
Luke opened a big smile. "I won't. Stay safe, brother."
With that, Luke turned and raised his hand to open a portal back to the embassy. His mind already focused on the next steps.
Blitzø watched his brother, his mind whirling with questions. Before Luke could complete the spell, he called out, "Hey, Luke! What's it like being the viceroy under Lucifer? And what’s the old bastard really like?" He ended up blurting it out, not quite ready to let go of his brother.
Luke paused, turning back with a grin. "Being the viceroy? It's a mix of babysitting of rich eccentrics and herding cats. As for Lucifer, he's... well, he's a charismatic asshole, and he's kind of weird. Actually, he has a bit of an obsession with ducks for some reason. Can be a real pain in the ass, but he’s also got this weird charm that makes you respect him."
Blitzø snorted. "Sounds like my kind of guy. I mean, if I had to deal with him, I'd probably want to punch him in the face at least once a day."
Luke laughed, the sound echoing in the space between them. "Yeah, that's about right. But don't worry, you'll get your turn to deal with him. Just remember, humor goes a long way with that guy. Keep your wits about you and you'll be fine."
Blitzø grinned. "Oh, I've got plenty of that. Now get going before I change my mind and decide to follow you through that damn portal."
Luke nodded, a glint of mischief in his eyes. "Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to reconnect. Just remember, don't blow anything up while I'm gone. And take care of yourself, Blitzø."
Blitzø waved him off, his grin turning into a more genuine smile. "No promises, but I'll try. See you soon."
As Luke disappeared through the portal, Blitzø felt a strange sensation of anticipation. The road ahead was daunting, but with Luke by his side, he was ready to face whatever came next, and maybe, just maybe, find his place in this chaotic existence.
The Hazbin Hotel stood as a grand structure amidst the chaos of Hell, a beacon of hope and redemption in a realm not known for such ideals. Despite its opulent exterior and the tireless efforts of its residents, the hotel struggled to attract a significant number of demons willing to embrace the concept of salvation. The recent battle during Extermination Day had sparked some interest, but skepticism remained deeply rooted in the hearts of Hell's denizens.
Luke arrived at the hotel under a cloudy red sky, the glow of distant fires casting a soft light over the cracked stone streets. His presence was immediately noticed by the few demons loitering near the entrance and in the lobby—most gave him wary glances or stepped aside as he passed. His long coat swayed behind him with each step, boots clicking sharply against the polished black marble.
The interior of the hotel was a surreal mix of gothic luxury and theatrical flair. Crimson carpets stretched down long corridors lit by gold-trimmed chandeliers. The scent of wax and wine lingered faintly in the air, and the walls were adorned with paintings that felt both reverent and unsettling. Faint piano music echoed from somewhere deeper in the structure—slightly off-key, but persistent.
In the lobby, near a sprawling fireplace framed by clawed columns, Lucifer and Charlie stood mid-conversation. Charlie’s gestures were animated, her voice a gentle but fast-paced melody. Lucifer lounged in a velvet armchair, leg crossed, a glass of glowing red wine resting between two fingers. Their expressions shifted from relaxed to attentive as Luke entered the room.
“Luke,” Lucifer said, raising an eyebrow, his voice smooth and polished with a note of genuine curiosity. “Well, this is rare. Dropping by unannounced? What’s the occasion?”
Charlie blinked, then stepped forward with a wide smile. “It’s good to see you! We weren’t expecting you at all today—something wrong?”
Luke offered a small bow of respect. “King Lucifer. Princess Charlie. Thank you for seeing me without notice. I came because… something’s changed. We need to talk about what the Extermination battle has set in motion.”
Lucifer’s amusement faded. He gestured to a nearby armchair. “I’m guessing ‘Heaven’s upset’ doesn’t quite cover it.”
Luke sat, his posture composed but visibly tense. “No, it doesn’t. Michael has informed me that several factions within Heaven—especially the militant ones—are pushing for a full-scale Holy War. They see Adam’s death as an act of rebellion.”
Lucifer sighed, leaning back and lazily swirling the wine in his glass. “A war was always on the table. Adam was their dog on a leash. Losing him was bound to make the kennel bark.”
Luke gave a solemn nod. “Michael asked me to inform you that a new reborn has emerged—and survived. He’s bonded to Metatron.”
Charlie gasped, leaning in with bright, curious eyes. “Wait—what?! A new reborn? Like someone else like you? Where are they? Are they an imp too? How old? Why Metatron? And—why only Hellborns?”
Luke raised a hand gently, halting the flurry of questions. “Yes, he’s an imp. He’s still in training, and his identity needs to remain hidden for now. As for why Hellborns…” He paused, his gaze settling on both of them. “Because no one else is looking out for them.”
He let the silence linger for a moment.
“Michael believes your focus—yours and Lucifer’s—is on sinners. That’s not a criticism. But Hellborns of lower hierarchies are often overlooked, left vulnerable. And we both know we can’t count on all of the Sins to protect their domains—or care about their subjects.”
Lucifer exhaled through his nose and took a slow sip of his wine. “Troubling… but not unexpected. Heaven’s wrath was always coming. Still—war on that scale would scorch the whole board.”
Then his tone shifted—cool, assessing. “I don’t doubt your loyalty, Luke, or your competence. But are you sure this imp is the one? Imps aren’t exactly known for strong leadership qualities. Scattered, submissive, overly sentimental...”
Luke's expression tightened, but he kept his voice even. “With all due respect, Your Majesty, imps are not born submissive. They’re made that way—by a system that grinds them down. What you interpret as weakness is centuries of systemic oppression.”
Lucifer raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the edge in Luke’s voice. “Careful, Viceroy. You’re walking a fine line.”
Luke inclined his head slightly, eyes steady. “I know. But someone has to say it. This reborn imp isn’t just another servant. He’s going to be a symbol. A leader for those no one else will fight for.”
Charlie stepped forward, resting a hand on Luke’s arm. Her tone was firm but kind. “He’s right. The Hellborns deserve more than just survival. If this reborn can help—then he should have our support.”
Lucifer leaned back in his seat again, letting his smirk return. “You’ve got guts, Luke. That’s one of the reasons I picked you to act in my place. Let’s just hope your little firebrand has some of your spine.”
Luke exhaled slowly, some of the tension easing from his frame. “Thank you, Your Majesty. I believe he does. With time and guidance, he can be what we need.”
Lucifer’s expression grew more serious as he tapped the rim of his glass. “Just be aware: putting an imp in that kind of position—openly—will disrupt the power structure here. You’re talking about changing the narrative of Hell itself. Not everyone’s going to be happy about it.”
Luke nodded. “I know. But we have no other choice.”
Charlie’s eyes softened with empathy, but her energy remained undimmed. “We’ll support you however we can, Luke. Whatever’s coming, we face it together.”
Luke stood, gathering his coat. “Thank you. But for now, we must keep this quiet. Heaven hasn’t acted yet. I’d rather be ready without drawing attention.”
Lucifer tilted his head thoughtfully. “Of course. The fewer people know, the fewer we have to smite for leaking it.”
Luke gave them a final respectful bow and turned to leave.
As he crossed the threshold of the lobby, Lucifer took a slow sip of his wine and murmured to Charlie with a faint smirk, “Why is it that whenever someone says ‘with all due respect,’ they really mean ‘kiss my ass’?”
Charlie giggled. “Because they usually do.”
Luke smiled to himself, stepping into the quieter corridor beyond. The faint echoes of their conversation stayed with him. There was still so much to be done—but for the first time in a long time, he didn’t feel alone in it.
His thoughts turned to Blitzø—his brother, his burden, his hope. The fire in Blitzø’s soul, if channeled correctly, could become something more than rage. Something powerful. Something righteous.
With each step, Luke’s resolve grew sharper. Heaven and Hell were poised on the edge of disaster. But if there was a chance to change the fate of both realms—he would take it.
They had to succeed.