It’s been a little over a year since Adam was murdered in the last extermination, and was reborn as a sinner. Goat-like with horns similar to his old mask atop his head, but familiar body type and facial features. Although his wings no longer displayed against his back.
He had been casted out of heaven by way of death, swapping places with the serpentine sinner he had killed, and left to rot within his worst nightmare.
It didn’t take long for the residents of hell to realize who he was, to begin to tear him apart with knives, claws, teeth, and whatever else they got their hands on. Ripping and shredding into him until he was barely a speck of blood on the ground…
Only to reform not twenty four hours later, completely fine save for the mental trauma.
It happened five times in a row before Adam worked up the nerve to stumble his way into the refurbished Hazbin Hotel, where Charlie begged her friends and family to give him a second chance.
After she pleaded with her father, who couldn’t say no to his damn brat and now here Adam was, forced to participate in ridiculous activities and ‘bonding’ moments, just so he had the barest f*cking sliver of a chance to get home.
(God, he just wanted to go back home.)
This also meant he was forced to have close proximity with Lucifer .
The devil himself, king of hell, and nothing more than a pathetic, whiny, smug, bastard who seemed to embody his prior form as the snake of Eden in his every interaction with Adam.
Slithering up beside him, making comments about Adam’s looks, or his wives, or just anything that could possibly set Adam off. He seemed to revel in rifling up Adam, darting out of the fallen angel’s way whenever he stormed up to his room, unable to confront the king.
Because Adam was trying to be good.
He had to be, if it meant he could get home.
But God.
God, Adam wanted nothing more than to tear that damned silver tongue out of Lucifer’s mouth, rip his vocal cords from his throat, shred Lucifer to bits until he could do nothing more than gurgle out pleas of mercy.
It had been a… startling realization, how badly Adam wanted to pull Lucifer apart, like how Adam was when he first came to Hell. See what he could do to get Lucifer to just shut. Up. Every time they had an interaction, the need to see Lucifer bleed beneath his fingers was absolutely terrifying.
A disgusting, f*cked up secret that no angel once in Heaven should have.
Certainly not a thought the first man should have.
It almost reminded him of being back in Eden, in a way. Of wanting to come together in the Garden so completely with Lilith, or Eve.
Or Lucifer.
Oh, how he used to wish to have nothing more than to crawl inside of Lucifer, in the early days of Eden, until the pair were one and the same. That same feeling he thinks Lilith had, when she fell to be with the angel.
He used to wonder every day after they abandoned him, wonder what would have happened if it was him who joined Lucifer, instead of Lilith. What he could have become.
He still thinks about it, sometimes.
He’d never say that out loud, of course, would never give Lucifer the satisfaction of knowing just how he consumed Adam’s mind since his creation.
Like now, for instance, as he sat at the bar watching Lucifer argue with that weird radio deer, the pair debating something about… wall paper?
Lucifer was dressed down, at the moment. Only a button up shirt and tight pants, sleeves rolled to his elbows revealing the blackened burns of his fall.
Adam wondered what those burns felt like. Were they rough, contrasted to Lucifer’s typical softness? Or maybe just mildly coarse? Were they sensitive? What would happen if Adam bit through his flesh-
“Another one?” The gruff voice of the bartender shook him from his thoughts, sliding the glass over to the cat-demon and accepting the refilled whiskey.
“Uh, thanks I guess,” Adam mumbled, before sipping slowly at the new liquid, letting the burn of the alcohol sink from his mouth into his stomach in a long line of heat. His eyes slowly drifted back over to Lucifer, like a magnet, as the king threw his hands in exasperation and yelled something foul to the sinner before him.
“You keep staring at him,” The bartender– Hust? Rusk?- deadpanned.
Adam felt his face heat up even as he rolled his eyes, deciding it was the alcohol making him flush. “Well with how he’s screaming over there, of course I am.”
“Not just now. You constantly stare at him, it’s getting weird,” Husk! That was his name! Husk huffed as he wiped down the counter in front of him. “And it's not a hateful glare either, which I’m sure you think it is. You look…” The demon paused his movements.
Adam glared, setting his glass down with a clink . A growl was bubbling in his throat. “I look like what?”
“Like you should’ve been in cannibal town,” Husk replied.
“The f*ck does that mean?!” Adam snapped.
“Like you want to eat him, Adam.”
Adam froze.
Was it that obvious?
Husk continued, “I mean seriously. I get you have a hate boner or whatever for the guy– ugh I can’t believe I said that– but it’s getting damn creepy.”
Adam spluttered. “Wha- I don’t- I’d never-! He- I-”
Husk stared blankly at him and Adam slumped against the bar counter.
“I can’t help it,” He grumbled.
“Then do something about it.”
Adam stiffened, staring at the cat before him in mock-horror. “ What?! ”
“Do something about it,” Husk repeated. “Talk to him, go eat a sinner, I don’t know, just keep your cannibalistic bullsh*t off my damn bar.”
“Did somebody mention cannibalism?” A cheery voice interrupted the pair, making them both jump and turn towards where the Radio Demon– Alastor– appeared from the shadows at the end of the bar. “It’s my favorite pastime!”
Husk rolled his eyes and Adam’s nose wrinkled. “You’re a freak, boss.”
“But of course! I never said I was anything but!” Alastor chirped, canned laughter playing from his radio as he booped Husk’s nose with the end of his cane.
As they chatted, Adam turned towards the lobby to see where Lucifer had gone too, only to find the fallen angel wasn’t there.
He chugged the last of his drink in one swallow, standing. “I’m going to head-”
“So why is it that you wish to devour Lucifer, hm?” Alastor questioned.
Adam froze for the second time that night.
“I mean, I understand. He is simply delicious ,” The radio demon practically purred, “But you and I do not typically share similar interests! I find it quite… intriguing. ”
Adam grimaced. “Why?”
Alastor tilted his head at a too-far angle and stared at him with that damned smile wide on his face, making Adam take a step away from the bar.
“I assumed that was quite obvious!” Alastor answered after a moment.
Adam’s brow furrowed. “Uh, f*cking no?”
The deer rolled his eyes. “You two used to be rather close, were you not? Before everything in the Garden sent it all spiraling! Now you two hate each other, correct?”
“I guess…”
“So it stands to reason that, perhaps, maybe you do not hate one another as much as you seem to believe! After all… A way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, is it not?” Alastor’s never ending smile turned into that of a smirk, glancing at Adam’s stomach in a way that made the former angel self-conscious, purposefully sucking in his gut without thinking about it.
“Why the f*ck do you care anyway? Trying to get into my business cause you're still pissy I injured you?”
Alastor’s resounding laugh was sharp, laced so strongly with static that it felt like it rang in Adam’s ears. The demon’s eyes shone. There was some sort of intent there, something not quite so innocent, but Adam wasn’t sure what to make of it. “You wish, my dear! No, no. I’m interested because I may be able to… Help you out, so to speak.”
“And that’s my cue to leave!” Husk exclaimed, immediately marching out and away from the bar, leaving Adam and Alastor alone.
Once he was gone, Adam tensed further, trying to wrap his mind around what Alastor was implying here.
Could he really…?
“What, uh-” Adam gulped. “What did you have in mind…?”
~~~
Lucifer barged into Alastor’s room, not caring to knock as he stomped inside. “Alright bus boy, what’s the emerg-”
He was cut off as a slender hand suddenly wrapped around his throat and cut the air from his lungs, pulling him against a sturdy chest. Lucifer could barely hear the click of the door being locked behind him as his blood pulsed through his ears.
He tried to reach up and grasp at the wrist holding him, only for another hand to grab his arms by the elbows and pin them to his chest. He thrashed regardless, trying to break free of the grip holding him in place.
(Of course, he could always break free himself. But this was a part of their game, the thrill of the chase.)
Lucifer felt the brush of lips against his ear and Alastor’s voice cut through the fog in his head. “Hello mon ange, I have a treat for you tonight.”
The hand on his throat loosened just enough for Lucifer to take in a lungful of air, panting as his head swam. “Wha-?”
“Shhh,” Alastor pressed a kiss to his temple. “You’ll enjoy it, my dear, I promise you.”
Lucifer whimpered, letting his body slump against Alastor and attempting to expose his neck in a show of submission. Alastor chuckled.
“Beautiful,” He purred, pressing the barest kiss against Lucifer’s alabaster skin, just above where his hand still rested against his throat. Then he straightened, resting his head atop Lucifer’s and turning his gaze towards a darkened wall. “Now, shall we begin Adam?”
Lucifer’s heart stopped as another figure stepped from the shadows. He was so distracted he didn’t even notice Adam’s hulking form against the wall, watching their every move. His eyes widened as Adam moved closer, until he could see the recently turned sinner’s expression.
It was a look Lucifer knew well. It was a look he normally saw on Alastor.
Hunger.
“It seems,” Alastor whispered into Lucifer’s hair, “That our ex-angel here has a similar craving to you and I. He wishes to devour you , my love.”
Lucifer whined in confusion, questions storming inside his mind and trying to bubble up his throat, only for Alastor’s grip to tighten and keep them from slipping out. Adam’s gaze was locked onto him, the intensity making the king squirm.
He shuddered as Adam licked his lips and Alastor chuckled.
“Why don’t we move somewhere more comfortable, hm?” He asked.
“Agreed,” Adam murmured, his voice low and laced with a heady sense of desperation.
Alastor let go of Lucifer’s arms and throat all at once, making the smaller man stumble forward only to land into Adam’s waiting arms.
His grip was strong, arms and chest so much thicker than Alastor’s and Lucifer squeaked in surprise when Adam effortlessly scooped him up into a bridal carry.
The devil gripped the front of Adam’s robes tightly (even in Hell, he preferred them), clinging as Adam followed Alastor to the radio demon’s bed.
“So how’s this going to work?” Adam asked as he laid Lucifer onto the plush mattress and knelt beside the prone form. He wasn’t looking at the king, however, gaze focused on the deer demon instead.
“Quite simply, my dear!” Alastor exclaimed, grin absolutely feral and radiostatic laced within every word. “We D̵̯̦̏̓e̴̤̅́v̴̗͍̯̀̐ô̴̠̰ú̸͇̠̓r̶̤̞̦̋̑ ̴̜̼̱̌͂H̵̫̫́͋̀ì̶̗m̶̦͛͐.”
“ Please, ” Lucifer cried, eyes wide as they flicked between the pair above him.
Their gazes immediately snapped to him and he felt a thrill go up his spine as he realized how similar their expressions were in that moment.
How starved they were.
He tilted his neck up, exposing the long line of his throat and preened as both their gazes flicked to pale flesh.
Alastor acted first, leaning down and grazing his teeth where his shoulder met his neck, before biting .
Lucifer groaned as white hot pain shot through his body where teeth dug into flesh. He could feel his golden blood pooling out of his body into Alastor’s eager mouth and those sharpened teeth dig past his muscle until they hit bone, before Alastor pulled up and tore the chunk out of Lucifer’s collarbone.
Lucifer sobbed, back arching as the pain flared through his being. He could feel his eyes flickering between pure red and gold as he watched Alastor chew and swallow.
The radio demon hummed in delight, eyes hooded as he gazed down at Lucifer. “Delicious as always.”
“My turn,” Adam growled before his teeth were inside Lucifer’s neck, on the opposite side to where Alastor bit. His teeth were much duller than Alastor’s, still resembling his former angelic divinity even if his canines were the typical demonic blades.
Lucifer screamed at the sensation of the duller teeth wrenching a large chunk of sinew and tissue away from his body. Adam moaned at the taste, barely taking the time to chew and swallow his piece before his mouth was latched onto Lucifer once more, gulping down the angel’s blood. His sharpened nails dug into Lucifer’s shirt before ripping the fabric off of Lucifer’s body, shredding it to pieces in order to access more of Lucifer’s meat.
Alastor chuckled as he watched the former angel mutilate Lucifer’s neck, summoning a shadow over the rest of the king to remove the scraps of his shirt. He decided to continue elsewhere, lowering himself onto the mattress and using the same shadow to rid Lucifer of his pants and boots. Then he sunk his teeth into Lucifer’s hip.
Lucifer arched up again, screaming, but both Adam and Alastor pinned him back down as Alastor began to crunch clean through Lucifer’s bones, yanking chunks out of him. Lucifer could feel his horns manifesting above his head, the heat radiating around them. His tail was quick to follow, slinking out from under him and immediately wrapping around the closest body he could reach, unable to process whether it was Alastor or Adam’s arm he clung to. Lucifer could feel his wings try to take form too, but pinned as he was they couldn’t appear.
Alastor continued to eat his way through Lucifer’s hip, down his leg. Meanwhile, Adam moved further down Lucifer’s collarbone to his shoulder, digging his teeth into the fallen angel beneath him. While his teeth were too dull to break through Lucifer’s bone, they still shredded apart his muscles and flesh, allowing the first human to consume the angel.
What a trio they must make, Lucifer thought deliriously. A sinner and a former angel, devouring Lucifer whole and alive, the pair desperately digging and scraping through his body. The pain was overwhelming, whiting out Lucifer’s brain and keeping him from doing anything more than taking it.
And hell -
It was pure and utter bliss.
It was the closest thing to holy that Lucifer would ever come to again.
Being used as a meal to sate the sinner he had come to adore had always been such a euphoric experience for the ex-seraphim. It’s not like he could ever truly die, afterall, always coming back completely anew as if nothing had happened.
It thrilled him to know his very being was able to quiet the intense hunger he knew lived inside of Alastor, inside of every demon inflicted with gluttony like him.
It meant Lucifer was useful . He was more than just a broken king sitting upon a shattered throne whenever he let Alastor consume him. He was needed .
And now Adam was here too. Eating Lucifer bit by bit, making soft moans and groans at the taste of him. Using Lucifer to quench a hunger the devil didn’t realize Adam possessed.
(But was it really surprising, with how much Adam always used to take and take? How he fed himself off of others' misery, and found humor in their sorrow? Hell had a funny way of presenting that in a physical form.)
Lucifer was almost taken back to Eden, back to when he lured Eve into biting the apple first. When he watched Adam sink his teeth into the red fruit, the juices dripping down his chin to his chest. When that singular moment ensured their freewill, made Lucifer feel fulfilled in a way he had been searching for ever since.
Lucifer was the fruit, now. Feeding Adam like he did the apple, giving Adam a taste of freedom away from the hell he created from that first temptation.
It was even more fulfilling than before.
Because Lucifer could deny it all he wants, but he never truly stopped caring for the former human. How could he, when they used to be so entwined? He used to spend days in the Garden, spending time with Adam as often as he could until Lilth was created.
Until Lucifer let himself be taken away, helpless as Adam became a shell of who he was.
He could fill that void, now. Fill Adam with his skin and muscle, his sinew and tissues, the veins and blood within them. His very being could rest safely inside of Adam’s stomach, as it often does inside of Alastor.
Lucifer could own both of them as wholly as they own him . Would gladly let them tear away at his physical form until they were bursting with the meat, until he was nothing but dust as his spirit worked to revive him.
If it meant that Adam could be his once more…
The first human was already working through the muscle of Lucifer’s burnt arms, scraping his teeth against the calloused burns and salivating at the taste. Alastor had finished his leg and moved onto the other. Both Adam’s horns and Alastor’s antlers were elongated, Alastor in particular broadening as his demonic form flickering to life despite his attempts to tame it.
Lucifer’s gaze was blurred with tears, but he desperately tried to blink them away, the movements slowed by the sluggish fire that flared within him from the points where teeth meet his skin.
He wanted– no– needed to see Alastor and Adam eat him alive, so he forced his gaze to focus on their forms and gasped at the sight.
Golden, shiny blood was dripping from both of their mouths, slipping from their jaws and staining their clothes and the sheets around them. The green of Alastor’s magic was flickering runes around the room– the entirety of the space lost to shadows, only Lucifer’s bed clear enough to see– casting mock imagery of stars around them. Meanwhile, Adam’s eyes were pure red and his body was practically glowing , residue of angelic energy trying to burst to the surface despite the demonic nature of his form.
They were the most beautiful things Lucifer has ever seen, and he couldn’t help but moan and begin to babble at the sight. Coherency was lost to him, desperate to just get the words forcing their way from him out into the air.
“More, more, please, please, devour, consume, let me feed you-! ”
Adam growled, ripping one of Lucifer’s fingers from his hand and crunching the bones apart before leaning over Lucifer with a snarl.
“It would be easier to enjoy our meal if you’d shut up ,” Adam growled.
Then his teeth were on Lucifer’s throat, sinking past his larynx into his vocal cords and tearing them away from his esophagus.
Lucifer couldn’t even cry out, the sound literally removed from him as he gurgled on his own blood filling his throat. He watched in awe as Adam chewed and swallowed the flesh, the apple of his neck bobbing, and was startled when Adam smashed his lips against his.
He tried to gasp, mouth falling open as blood spurted from the hole in his neck, and Adam took it as an invitation to shove his tongue down Lucifer’s throat and suck the blood from inside.
Lucifer could feel Alastor’s voice vibrating against his pelvis, where he finished his leg and began gnawing into the next hip, but he couldn’t process the words and didn’t care to. Not when Adam’s voice rumbled against his lips and he felt those teeth– sharper now than they were before– sinking into his lower lip and tearing it away from his jaw before moving back to the hole in his throat and gulping blood down where it sluggishly bubbled forth.
At the same time, Alastor bit clean through his pelvic bone, taking his hip with it, and munched on the flesh and bone.
Lucifer’s vision whited out at the sensation, and he felt the pressure of a scream in his chest that had nowhere to escape out to, certain Adam could feel it inside his blood.
The sensation lasted for minutes, maybe hours, close to that of an org*sm as he lost sensation of everything but the feeling of teeth on him.
And then his mind went blank.
~~~
It was shortly after Lucifer passed out that Adam and Alastor both decided they were finally full, once his limbs were fully consumed and his neck was nothing but exposed spine.
Alastor was the first to stand, stepping into his bathroom and coming back with two wet rags for him and Adam to wipe the blood off of their faces and hands. With a snap of his fingers, Alastor’s shadows replaced their clothes with pajamas (and it was simply delightful to see how startled Adam got at the shadow’s sensations), and then the two laid on either side of Lucifer’s mutilated corpse as they waited for the devil to reform.
Alastor was content to sit in silence, pulling out a book from the shadows and settling in to read. Adam was gazing around his room, eyes falling for several moments at the bayou embedded in the wall, until he broke the silence.
“So, that uh- happened,” He mumbled.
“Eloquent,” Alastor quipped.
Adam huffed, glaring. “Shut up.”
“Hm. You spoke first, my dear, I was merely responding,” Alastor replied and Adam huffed again, louder this time, before quieting.
Alastor turned the page of his book and willed soft jazz to begin playing from the radio, letting the sound drift around them.
The sweet metallic smell of copper and apples fogged the room from Lucifer’s corpse as his bones cracked and snapped back into place, or regrew entirely, before being coated in muscle, tissue, sinew, veins, and flesh. A familiar sight to the radio demon, but when Alastor glanced over at Adam the first human was watching the process in awe.
“Do you, um… do this often?” He asked, glancing up at Alastor and meeting the demon’s gaze.
Alastor nodded. “Have been since your little attack on the hotel! His blood and magic were the only things that healed me.” His smile became strained. “That wound won’t ever happen again, however.”
“Sure, you can tell yourself that.” Adam snorted. “How long does it take for him to reform?”
Alastor’s eyes narrowed at the comment, but he decided to ignore it in favor of answering the question. “For this sort of consumption, it should only be an hour or so. Maybe less. We didn’t eat much after all! For your first time eating a fellow angel, it’s best you start small.”
Adam hummed, looking back at Lucifer’s reforming corpse.
Alastor turned back to his book, but couldn’t seem to focus on it anymore. Deciding to return it to his bedside table, he imputed his bookmark and turned toward the former angel.
“So how was it?”
Adam stared down at Lucifer for a long while, before turning back to Alastor. “Reminded me of Eden, in a way…”
The radio demon co*cked his head all the way to the side, neck snapping at the impossible angle. “How so?”
“It felt like… eating the apple… Giving into temptation, to sin, and…” Adam’s voice turned reverential, “ thriving in it . I’ve never… felt so alive as I did then, but this… almost tops it.”
Alastor chuckled, lifting his head upright. “He is a feast I often find myself craving more of. Perhaps next time, I’ll help you carve open his chest and eat his heart. Now that is a delicacy in itself.”
Adam’s eyes widened. “Next time? There can- I can have a… a next time?”
“If you wish,” Alastor replied. His smile grew at the edges, pulling at his stitches. “I am certain Lucifer would love to have you feast on him again.”
