(Hazbin Hotel—Season 2)

CLANK!

SCHWING!

Went the sword and angelic spear both Lute and Vaggi wielded, fighting each other.

This was too much pressure on Abel. Especially since he had to take over the Exorcists after his father’s death.

Abel’s breath was getting short as he let himself drop to the ground of Hell, panting heavily as Vaggi and Lute fought.

"Can’t breathe, visions getting blurry now. Nosebleed, never been so worried." Abel spoke to himself, panting as he wiped his nose, crawling over to some rubble and hiding under it.

"How am I supposed to handle the pressure? It would've been better if I were anybody else. Dear dad, tell me what you would've done? Too bad that I'm not your braver son. Why'd I have to be picked to lead? I wish that I could be anybody else."

Abel looked over. Lute looked deranged. Too much pride. Too much blood-lust for an angel.

"I'm supposed to do something. Am I, am I supposed to do something? Do I run, do I dare, can I grant my own prayer? Get a grip, grow a pair—"

Abel stood up, jumped and flew in front of Lute before she could swing her sword to kill Vaggi.

"Let me stop you right there!! There’s no cause for attack!! Swallow your pride, cast your bloodlust aside, bitch, you better fall back."

Abel scowled, gently pushing Lute, staring down at her as he placed his hand in front of Lute to stop her from moving.

All Lute saw inside of Abel was Adam. She hesitated before standing up straight and setting the sword down.