Author's Note:
Hey everyone... I'm really sorry for the absolute cosmic garbage I dropped last time. I was feeling like shit, unfocused, sick, and on top of that it was exam season — ENEM week, everything piling up. I know it was a mess, and I apologize from the bottom of my heart.
As a five-star redemption gift, and as an old request from one of my most loyal readers, we're finally delivering: a femboy who's not overly feminine — more of a cool, kuundere type. You asked, and I listened.
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Heaven.
The perfect paradise.
Pastel skies that stretched into eternity, joyful melodies carried on gentle winds, and not a single crime to stain its holy streets. Right now, it was untouched.
But in the not-so-distant future… it would be at war.
Inside an enormous hall of assembly, several high-ranking archangels sat around a massive table, their eyes fixed on the radiant Book of Creation. The sacred tome glowed with divine glory, its pages currently displaying the newest entries — creations that had not been made by God Himself, but discovered by humanity.
"…This is serious," Michael muttered, his voice heavy as he scanned the glowing letters. He was one of Heaven's greatest warriors — one of the few who could stand toe-to-toe with Lucifer himself in battle.
"My holy Father…" Samel whispered, genuine surprise coloring his tone. "This… this is something new?"
Gailm, who had no face but rather a pristine white head dominated by a single enormous eye, his cranium wreathed in flickering angelic flames, stared at the pages in clear panic.
"Well… I certainly don't remember signing off on the transit of a soul straight into Hell — one that literally revolutionized the concept of 'guaranteed hit'," Azazel said calmly, twirling his scythe with practiced ease. The name felt familiar to him. He had seen many Aidens pass through his domain over the centuries.
**Author's Note:** As I mentioned in the previous trash chapter, the name is now Aiden.
"Gentlemen," Sera began, her voice carrying the weight of authority, "the reason we are gathered here is grave. A being who has not yet fallen into sin walks among the living… yet he currently resides in Hell. And his power is growing. A vile, dangerous ability rests in his hands… the manipulation of souls."
She highlighted the real threat posed by Aiden, who at that very moment was somewhere deep in Hell, still recovering from his brutal battle against Alastor.
"Sera, it's simple," Adam cut in without hesitation, leaning back with his usual cocky grin. "We just wait for the next Extermination. Me and my girls will fly down there, rip his head off, and boom — God's kingdom is safe again."
Killing had long since stopped being difficult for him. What others saw as a hunt, he saw as sacred duty. He was the only angel in all of Heaven with the decency to descend into the worst pit of existence to protect the divine realm. Lucifer and Charlie painted him as the villain, but in the end, it was Lucifer who had been wrong. He had corrupted Adam's descendants with sin, cost him both his wives, and what had Adam received in return? The title of villain in Hazbin Hotel's story.
"Adam," Sera continued, choosing her words carefully, "as much as I appreciate your… enthusiasm, we cannot simply end the life of a living soul during an Extermination. He is still on the scales. He has not taken an innocent life. Right now, the balance leans toward good. He has even sacrificed pieces of his own soul to save another living being."
Adam simply flipped her off with a completely deadpan poker face. Still, the mere fact that a human soul in Hell wasn't fully turning to darkness gave him a strange spark of… paternal pride. Maybe not all the apples from his lineage had gone rotten.
"Sera, forgive the question, but… he is a living being, correct?" Azazel asked, doubt clear in his voice while the gears in his mind turned.
"Indeed. According to his soul file, he is a living soul. Somehow, someone dragged him into Hell. I suspect the work of a succubus…"
"So it is a fact that no archangel or angel — not even an exorcist — is allowed direct contact with a human, let alone interfere with the cycle of life or their future…" Azazel stated, laying out his reasoning.
"And where exactly are you going with this?" Michael asked calmly, trying to follow his brother's logic.
"But there is one archangel in all of Heaven's history who has been granted the divine right to descend to both the mortal world and Hell itself in order to interfere with mortal affairs…" Azazel continued.
The atmosphere in the hall grew heavier. In the distance, the solemn sound of a chapel organ began to echo through the corridors.
"Azazel, do not finish that sentence—" Sera started, but her warning was violently cut off by a loud, shrill, and unhinged laugh.
"THAT'S IT!" Adam roared with pure excitement.
"WE CALL THE RIGHT HAND OF GOD!" he bellowed, making every angel in the room feel the sheer gravity of the name that was about to be spoken.
"He is indeed the only one among us who possesses the Father's permission to interfere in human matters. Besides… he has done it before — with the Virgin Mary," Ezekiel spoke calmly, finally breaking his silence with his first words of the meeting.
"Very well… All those in favor of sending the Judge of Hell down to the Pit to eliminate Aiden Vincent, raise your right hand. Those opposed, raise your left…"
The voting began. Only two hands rose against it. The rest voted in favor.
"It is decided…" Sera declared, her voice echoing with finality. "The Judge of Hell… Gabriel… shall pass judgment upon Aiden Vincent."
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Deep within a grand celestial cathedral, an angel clad in full, radiant armor stood before a majestic pipe organ. His helmet was currently removed.
His skin was as black as charred coal, yet six pairs of glowing eyes dotted the dark wings that framed his head like a crown of night. This was Gabriel — the only angel who had remained faithful to his original form throughout his entire existence.
He had changed his appearance only once: when he appeared before the Virgin Mary to announce the coming of humanity's Savior. After witnessing the death and crucifixion of the Son, however, he changed again. He made a solemn vow to himself:
His light would no longer bring hope.
From now on… it would bring divine justice.
" Heavenly Father… another lamb has strayed from Your flock?" Gabriel asked softly, his voice calm and solemn as he stopped playing the organ.
He reached for his helmet — a masterpiece of pure angelic steel, whiter and more radiant than anything Adam had ever seen in his own ranks.
"I will not fail this time…" he murmured, placing the white-and-gold helm upon his head. "Divine light… grant rest to this lost soul."
With those words, the Judge of Hell began walking toward the assembly hall, summoned telepathically by one of his brothers.
Gabriel: The Judge of Hell is coming.
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