Hey guys!
Y'know, I never understood when people genderbend the main character in fanfics before the plot starts, like making the main character a girl when she was previously a guy. I have no real problem with it, but why not just make them a girl to start out with or just throw in a line saying that they were trans before? Most of the fics I read with this premise have the MC not like their body and only learn to accept it because it was forced upon them.
Just something I'm confused about. But while you're here, would you guys prefer updates in the late afternoon, (6-9 PM) or early updates (Around 6-8 AM)?
Enjoy the show!
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"No way, Adam, no sir no how!"
Mettatron said, waving their hands around, actively denying his request.
"C'mon man, you won't do this one damn thing for me? After all we've been through?" Adam whined out, attempting to pester him, however he wasn't budging.
"The last time I let you in the vault, you stole Zeus' thunderbolt and performed Rock you Like a Hurricane by Scorpions to literally nobody. Do you know how much that costs, Adam?"
"Dude, we're in heaven, that didn't cost shit."
"It's the principle!"
Adam sighed, gaining a serious expression on his mask. "Look, Mettatron, I didn't wanna tell you directly since I know you'd freak your imaginary tits off, but there's a real reason why I need to go into the vault…There's an Archfiend, not only that but he's also here in heaven."
He froze, his hands that were moving erratically coming to a sudden stop at Adam's words. They slowly fell to his sides, the look in his eyes becoming as cold as ice, the air in the room coming to a complete stop. "How?" Was all he asked.
"I don't know, okay?" Adam said, annoyed, pacing around the room. "I could feel his aura as an Archfiend and he was walking right along Sera and Emily like they didn't even fucking notice!"
"You don't think…"
"I hope not, but that's why I'm trying to get into the fucking vault!"
Mettatron sighed, tapping their desk in anxiety before shooting up, walking past Adam and into the front room right before his door with Adam in tow. With a twirl of his hand a key manifested , being an ethereal gold. Without hesitation, he centered himself in the middle of the room and jammed the key into the air in front of him.
For a few seconds, nothing happened, however, soon enough the key disappeared and cracks began forming. The air itself began to split open and crack apart, looking like shattered glass that continued breaking itself until it finally formed the general shape of a doorway that could fit only one of them. Mettatron looked at Adam and nodded, the aforementioned nodding back before stepping through the door, the cracks sealing up as soon as he entered the room and the key coming back in Mettatron's hands.
The hallway to the vault was weird. Adam has seen it many times before, but he could never shake off the chills running up and down his spine as he walked through it, the haunting silence of the all-black, the chill of the unknown. Apparently it was made from the concept of space and memories, with it being literally impossible to find and enter without tearing open space itself, a power only in the hands of the Archangels and Lucifer.
Soon enough, though, he made it to the vault itself. It was different from the hallway, taking the visage of a normal office building with humming yellow fluorescent lights and the smell of old moist carpet. He frequently asked why it was like this, but nobody could ever answer on why, just saying it took that form for no reason.
It wasn't time to wonder about the appearance, however, as Adam quickly maneuvered through the place. It was a single hallway with seemingly endless rooms on either side, each room having a weapon or item from significant mythology. There was a room with the Greeks stuff, the helm of Hades, nectar, ambrosia, all of the works, while on the other side was the Norse with horns of mead, apples of Iddun, and Mjolnir.
While Adam walked through the rooms, he stopped by every single one, counting everything in there before moving onto the next. He continued doing this for every single room, taking hours, but absolutely nothing seemed out of place at all. Nothing stolen, nothing gained, everything the same.
Soon he came across the last room in the hall, a room directly in front of him. Inside of the room was a single book on a podium that was closed, however, Adam knew just how dangerous this book was. What seemed like a single book was actually a piece of God, a piece of his father contained into a single artifact, specifically God's omniscience.
If any of the angels wanted to, they could come here and use God's book to know anything about the universe, however, this comes with a cost. The book doesn't discriminate on what they want to learn, meaning that if they want to know about one event in one place, they must learn about every single event that's ever taken place in that place, including blinks, cells traveled, atoms colliding, absolutely everything. That amount of knowledge would even put the Arch-angels out of commission for years, however, there was one exception to the rule.
Because Adam was created in God's direct image, he could use his power much more effectively. It was still volatile, but with Adam interacting with the book, he could learn with a much smaller area to learn about. So Adam slowly approached it, placing his hand on the blank cover.
'Show me about any contracts that took place between heaven and hell.' He thought before opening the book.
!*#*Y%%**#)#)(%)@%()@!2889**#0803538*980705280*)%#
Even for Adam, the knowledge was overwhelming.
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[Contract between Lucifer Morningstar and Seraphiel]
[Charlie Morningstar and James Richardson will visit Heaven for 3 days]
[No harm will knowingly or unknowingly befall James Richardson or Charlie Morningstar by Adam Kadmon, Seraphiel, Gabriel, Raphael, Micheal, Uriel, Mettatron, nor the speaker of God while they remain in heaven]
[Charlie Morningstar will plead her case about the Hazbin Hotel to heaven]
[In exchange, the extermination time will be permanently halved at 6 months and will now apply to Hellborne with the exception of Charlie Morningstar]
[Signed by-Serpahiel]
[Signed by-Lucifer Morningstar]
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The book closed by itself, Adam stepping back on shaky legs before falling on his butt. He let out some shaky breaths before taking off his mask and pinching the bridge of his nose and yelling four words.
"SERA, YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
*****CHARLIE+JAMES******
Right now Charlie could only count her lucky stars.
She knew that James wasn't a bad person, sometimes stupid? Yeah. Very horny? She could hear him and Niffty breeding every day and had no problem accepting the thought that he had sex with her dad. However, the thought of James genuinely being a bad person could never even cross her mind even if she wanted it to.
She was ready to jump to her friend's defense, but thankfully Sera swiftly explained it away. Apparently since nobody could die in Heaven, everyone violent had free reign to brutalize each other with no consequences. The two women who attacked James were well known "swingers" according to Sera and did the equivalent of seeing him across the bar and confessing that they wanted to include him in their relationship.
To be honest, Charlie thought they wouldn't allow gay people in Heaven so she was happy about that, but was also weirdly dissatisfied that somebody else wanted James. Thankfully, the man himself explained that he already had a partner and politely declined their offer…They were still knocked out though, so he just apologized to unconscious women.
With a snap of her fingers, Sera teleported them to wherever they lived and continued with the tour, this time with a firm eye on James to make sure he doesn't wander off again. The tour continued well into the day, the both of them exploring almost every inch of heaven with Sera and Emily while Charlie had to manage James' tendencies to walk off.
Seriously, he somehow managed to get thrown into a deep fryer, though, he didn't exactly seem uncomfortable with it. That's something that Charlie noticed but hasn't brang up, just how different James' body feels. From what she knew from what her dad told her when she was young, sinners couldn't even step foot near the gates without turning into ash, the proximity to "father's light" evaporating them on the spot.
In fact, the portal that both of them came through had a blessing on both of them to give them a sort of protection. She didn't need it as she was the princess of hell, much more resilient than a normal sinner, however, being a sinner here would still be uncomfortable as all heck, maybe even giving the sinner bad burns if they stepped into a real holy place within heaven, but when they visited the original cross that Jesus died on, James easily stood right next to it to get his picture taken.
She wasn't complaining at all, no, she actually liked this development. If he managed to somehow be strong without being evil, then that would send a great message to a bunch of other sinners when she gets heaven to listen to her.
The tour soon came to an end though, the sky turning from a radiant white to a beautiful tapestry of black, blue and purple. The angels took them to their hotel, saying that Charlie's debate for her hotel would be the day after tomorrow, tomorrow itself being given to the two to enjoy heaven while they can.
Their hotel room was huge, being more like a house than any average hotel. It had a full kitchen with pots, pans, a whole fridge and dishwasher along with 2 queen sized beds with 2 personal wide-screen smart TV's. Although this was par for the course for Charlie, James was feeling himself a bit.
"Pussy niggas thought they caught me less than 10 feet in the air? Inconceivable. I stay above these niggas, I stay above these hoes. All these ground floor ass niggas still less than 10 feet in the air. Inconceivable…Absolutely inconceivable." He said, looking out of an imaginary window while only being in a bathrobe and sipping on a tall glass of wine. Soon, however, he was finally tuckered out, putting the glass down and slipping into his bed.
Charlie was fine with not making any conversation before bed, having her Mad Mew Mew eye-mask and pajamas already firmly on her head and body, but James actually started it. "Charlie…Can I tell you something?"
"Sure, what is it?"
He turned his back away from her, almost like he was curling in on himself. "I uh… I dunno if it's the wine or the weed talking, but I just wanted to get this off my chest. I feel guilty. I'm in a relationship with Niffty but I… I like you, I like Angel Dust, I like both of you the same way I like Niffty."
He seems to curl in on himself even tighter. "She said that she's open to me having multiple partners, but I dunno, it feels like I'm betraying her trust or something. She's been through some bad stuff when she was alive and I don't wanna do that to her, but I can't do anything about these feelings either."
He sighs. "Sorry for telling you this, it's stupid anyway–"
But he couldn't finish his sentence as a certain someone was already in his bed, wrapping her hands around his chest. "You really are a stubborn jerk, huh?" Charlie asked rhetorically, giggling a bit as she saw James blush. "If Niffty said that she wanted it to happen and she feels safe enough to say it around you, then why're you acting like she has no say?"
James didn't answer, Charlie loosening her grip on him. "Look, we don't need to do anything tonight, but you still should listen to Niffty. Trust and respect is a two way street, it's bad if she's trusting you with other people and respecting them without you trusting that she's normal and respecting her decision as well." She said, getting up.
However, before she could, a hand reached out and grabbed her wrist. "I don't…I don't wanna sleep alone." James said, looking away from her with a blush.
Charlie giggled a bit, getting back in bed, and snuggling with him. "Good night, James."
"G'night, Charlie."
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THE END
I don't know if this is a bit arrogant or anything, but I really wanna be an actual writer, like writing my own original fiction. I might now be good enough now, but I write a book or a screenplay, or something man, I dunno.
Also, y'all like that little heart-to-heart at the end? I think I spent more than enough time building up and teasing the harem, now we diving into the deep end.
Ok bbbyyyyeeeee!!