In the immaculate gardens of Paradise, where every breeze seemed to sing a silent harmony, Sera and Adam had met to talk alone. Their footsteps echoed softly against the luminous tiles, and a subtle tension hung between them.
Adam broke the silence first, his gaze turned toward the golden clouds stretching as far as the eye could see.
Adam: "Sera… When I told you I wanted to trigger the Extermination six months earlier, before the Foundation appeared, you didn't object, did you?"
Sera kept walking, casting only a doubtful glance at him.
Sera: "Where are you going with this?"
Adam: "Well… I want to start the Extermination now."
Sera stopped dead in her tracks. Her wings unfolded slightly, almost instinctively.
Sera: "What? Adam… you know very well this isn't a decision we take lightly. The Extermination is meant to reduce Hell's population. I didn't question why you wanted to move it forward by six months because that didn't seem excessive… but now? Don't you think we already have enough problems with the Foundation?"
Adam, unfazed, locked his eyes on hers.
Adam: "Exactly. We don't have the luxury of time this time. Two anomalies have already appeared, and the Foundation has given extraordinary powers to the participants in their containment procedures." He touched his eyes. "These powers are too dangerous. We need to eradicate the demons now to prevent new threats from emerging. And it wasn't out of selfishness that I wanted to bring the Extermination forward six months. It's because during the last one… one of my daughters was killed by a sinner."
Sera frowned deeply.
Sera: "You're not serious… why didn't you tell me sooner? That's not true… Can you tell me how she died?"
Adam: "I think it was because of the angelic weapons."
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Sera laughed softly for a brief moment, but two minutes later, a threatening aura emanated from her. She didn't seem angry—no, she looked more like a divine figure of pure authority.
Sera: "Adam… how long has the Extermination been going on, exactly?" Her gaze was sharp.
Adam grew nervous. He had only seen Sera like this twice before, and the sensation… he would never get used to it.
Adam: "About… two million years. Why?"
Sera: "And during all that time, what did you do with the weapons?"
Adam: "We… left them down there." He lowered his eyes.
Sera released the pressure, turning away.
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Sera remained silent. Her gaze, fixed on the golden firmament of Paradise, seemed to pierce beyond the light. Her wings slowly folded back with a soft rustle. Around them, the angelic chants continued to drift from the heights — peaceful, almost indifferent.
When did everything start to go wrong…? she wondered.
Was it when He left?
That day when God abandoned the world, leaving her alone with the burden of a Paradise without a guide, a Hell that kept growing, and a humanity that defied prediction.
She still remembered His calm gaze, His final words that resonated like either a blessing… or a terrible sentence.
Since then, every Extermination had been a cold, calculated necessity. Millions of demonic souls cut down like ripe wheat… and yet, it had never been enough to stabilize Hell.
Or… was it when Lucifer decided to ruin everything?
The memory of that radiant angel turned into such a miserable existence cut through her like a familiar blade. He had believed he could elevate the potential of mankind — when even God Himself hadn't given them free will to make them perfect. He had believed he could surpass God. His pride came before his fall. And she… she had always been the one left to clean up what he broke.
Her fists clenched. She knew Adam was right about one thing: the threat was growing. The Foundation… the anomalies… the strange powers… and now, the angelic weapons forgotten two million years ago.
How could we have been so careless…? How did I not think to check if those weapons could harm us? she thought bitterly.
Her heart, though forged in light, cracked with a doubt she refused to speak aloud.
And what if the true solution… was total extermination?
This time, not just "reducing the population." Not just sinners. But wiping out Hell itself. Every demon. A complete annihilation. An empty Hell. No more potential threats — except the Foundation.
Would ending it all be simpler?
A cold shiver ran through her wings at the thought. She imagined for a moment a Paradise freed from the infernal burden, from Lucifer's shadow, from revolts, from unpredictable anomalies.
But another image pushed itself into her mind: Emilie. The look in Emilie's eyes when they had spoken after the last Extermination. That new distance. That cold politeness that wasn't there before.
Sera knew: Emilie resented her. She didn't say it, but every silence, every detour in their conversations screamed it.
If I decided to destroy Hell entirely… would she forgive me? Or would I lose the last person here who still dares to see me as a sister, not just an authority?
Her gaze drifted into the golden depths of Paradise. For the first time in a long while, the light around her felt heavier than it illuminated.
Even if I ended it all… would this weight truly leave me? Or would I remain, alone, in an empty Paradise, carrying for eternity the decision no one else wanted to make?
A breeze passed, brushing through her silver hair. Sera closed her eyes. A single, luminous tear slid down her cheek before dissolving into light.
Sera (whispering): "Lord… am I still allowed to doubt?"
Adam had been watching Sera for a while without saying a word. He had noticed how her gaze drifted toward the sky, the slight tremor in her fingers, that single tear she let fall without stopping it.
It wasn't often that he saw the great Sera… waver.
He crossed his arms, walked toward her slowly, and fixed her with his piercing eyes — the same eyes that had once fascinated her.
Adam: "You've got that look…"
Sera turned her head slightly toward him, surprised.
Adam: "The look you had after the first revolt. When everyone expected you to perform a miracle. When you had to do what no one else had the courage to. When I suggested Extermination back then, you didn't even flinch… Honestly, imagine if it had been those other fragile beings of light — those seraphs who don't understand the weight you carry. They would have said, 'They're souls, they deserve redemption despite their sins.' But you… you made the hardest, and best, decision. And if it wasn't for that idiotic princess, Heaven would never have known that Hell doesn't revolt because you made that choice."
She didn't respond, but her silence spoke volumes.
Adam (raising an eyebrow): "But tell me… you're thinking about destroying everything now, aren't you? Killing every last demon to ease your burden?"
Sera inhaled deeply, eyes still fixed on the light.
Sera: "Are you reading my mind now?"
Adam (small smirk): "No. I just know you. I've known you long enough to see you're tired of carrying the world on your shoulders. And honestly… I get it."
He walked forward, hands behind his head.
Adam: "You know, in your place, most would have broken long ago. God disappearing without leaving an instruction manual, Lucifer messing things up like a kid breaking his toy, angels obeying without ever understanding the weight of your decisions… You stood tall. I wasn't there when it all happened, but when I learned what you went through, I thought: that's true strength. Even I've often found you… impressive."
Sera slowly lifted her eyes toward him. It was rare to hear Adam speak with such seriousness. She was touched by his words… they warmed her heart. A faint sob escaped her, unnoticed by Adam.
Adam: "But do you really think wiping out all of Hell is the solution? Killing every last one of them? No. I don't think we should do that."
A deathly silence fell between them. Sera's appreciation turned to surprise.
Sera: "Adam… you're the one who hates demons more than anyone. You've been the one talking about total destruction again and again. And now you're asking me not to?"
Adam stopped. His usually hard and confident gaze drifted into the golden sea of clouds. His hands tightened slightly behind his back.
Adam (low voice): "I know…"
Sera: "Then explain to me."
He exhaled. For the first time in a long time, Adam seemed to search for his words.
Adam: "It's not that my hatred has faded. It still burns. I hate them for what they've become. Their world has been rotting for too long."
He slowly lifted his head toward Sera.
Adam: "But since the Foundation appeared… I've started to think there might be hope."
Sera drew back slightly.
Sera: "The Foundation?"
Adam: "Yes. That human organization… from another world. They unsettle me." He started walking again, slowly, as if unraveling a thought he'd never dared to voice.
Adam: "They do things that sometimes surpass even our understanding."
Sera followed him with her eyes, silent, a deep unease growing inside her.
Adam: "And I find myself wondering… maybe they could find a different way. A solution that doesn't involve blind extermination."
His voice trembled slightly — not with fear, but doubt.
Adam: "But I have no certainty, Sera. None. Maybe I'm placing my hope in a mirage. Maybe I'm wrong. But if I don't try… I know exactly where this path leads: millions more years of slaughter. It might feel satisfying to kill them in the moment, but in the end… I'll just be a father who's genocided his children. And even now, that truth haunts me."
He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them with fierce intensity.
Adam: "If there's even the slightest chance to break this cycle… I want to take it."
Sera froze, struck by Adam's words. She saw in his eyes something she hadn't seen in ages: a mix of hope and uncertainty.
But… her fingers tightened on her immaculate robes.
What if he's wrong? What if the Foundation fails? What if anomalies spread, more dangerous abilities are given to demons, and Heaven loses control?
Her heart tightened. She thought of the exterminator's death — the girl Adam considered his daughter.
Sera (softly): "And your daughter… aren't you still in a black rage? Don't you want revenge?"
Adam's smile turned bitter.
Adam (deep voice): "Of course. That rage never faded. It still consumes me. But since the anomalies and the Foundation appeared… I've held myself back. Because right now, there are other priorities."
He clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with contained fury.
Adam: "When the Extermination happens, I'll unleash everything. I'll kill as many demons as possible, especially where we found her body. That's why I need you to let me start it now — to let off steam, and to reduce the threat."
Sera turned her gaze back toward the shining skies. She was stunned by how Adam could speak of mercy one moment and vengeance the next. But she still wasn't comfortable with his plan to place their hope in the Foundation. Could it truly have a power greater than God? Yes, the abilities they distributed were powerful, on par with seraphim… but could they destroy sin at its root? Could they purify Eve?
She already carried the weight of every past Extermination, of the decisions God had left behind, of revolts and betrayals… and now, she was being asked to trust humans, an unpredictable variable.
An anxious knot formed in her throat. She was Sera, leader of the Heavens… but in that moment, she doubted. She had doubted her actions so many times it almost felt like a habit.
Sera (voice trembling, but authoritative): "Adam… if you're wrong… if this Foundation fails… it will be my shoulders that bear the consequences. Not yours. Reconsider your choice. Wouldn't extermination be wiser?"
Adam looked at her with rare sincerity.
Adam: "I know. And I'll bear my share, Sera. But let me believe… even for a moment… that another path is possible. Not just killing them all."
The celestial wind passed between them, cold and vibrant. In their eyes, two anxieties met: that of an archangel doubting his plan, and that of a seraph doubting everything.
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Hell
In the grand hall of the Goetia manor, the heavy crimson drapes were drawn, plunging the room into a semi-darkness where only the blue flames of the chandeliers danced on the walls. Stolas stood near a window, wings slightly folded, silent, lost in thought.
The door slowly opened behind him. Blitzo entered, uneasy, hands shoved into his jacket pockets. His usual carefree stride was gone. His eyes avoided Stolas'.
Blitzo (hoarse voice): "…Stolas."
The demon prince turned his head, surprised by the unusual tone.
Stolas: "Blitzy? What—"
Blitzo raised his hand to cut him off. His eyes were filled with sadness and pleading.
Blitzo: "Listen… I have to tell you something."
A heavy silence settled. Blitzo took a deep breath.
Blitzo: "I'm sorry. For everything I said to you. For insulting you. For acting like… like everything between us was just a damn joke."
His fists clenched.
Blitzo: "But damn it, Stolas… for the longest time, I really thought that's what it was for you. A joke. Because you're an Ars Goetia — a freaking prince of Hell — and I'm just a low-class demon. A nobody. From the start, I thought you were playing with me, trying to make me love you just so you could break me and—"
Stolas stopped him with a kiss.
Blitzo froze. Stolas' gesture hit him like a shock. The prince gave him a soft, encouraging smile to keep going.
Blitzo (voice cracking): "I thought to you… I was just some fun between noble meetings. A little toy to keep you entertained."
Stolas closed his eyes slowly, as if struck by an invisible blow. His voice dropped low.
Stolas: "Blitzy… it was me who abused the situation."
Blitzo frowned.
Stolas: "I put you in an impossible position. I forced you to play a role you never wanted. I tied you to me because of the grimoire… because I knew you needed it to keep your business running. I took advantage of that dependency to keep you close. That wasn't fair."
Silence. Blitzo stared at him, destabilized by the confession.
Stolas: "From the very start, I pretended not to see it… because I didn't want to lose you. I was selfish. Instead of building our relationship on trust, I only made you doubt my real feelings."
Blitzo turned away, jaw clenched.
Blitzo: "Damn… we're both a mess, huh."
Stolas wanted to embrace him tightly, but he knew he couldn't. There were other matters now.
Blitzo saw the look in Stolas' eyes and understood immediately.
Stolas: "We have to prepare. The trial before Satan and the Five Deadly Sins is coming. Andrealphus wasted no time. He's built a case to have you executed. And me as well."
Blitzo clenched his teeth.
Blitzo: "Of course that bastard did…"
Stolas: "The first charge is against me. They say I committed an unforgivable sin by giving a high-ranking artifact — my grimoire — to a lesser demon. That this act could have caused a catastrophe, given your supposed malicious intentions."
He paced nervously.
Stolas: "They'll bring up your attempt to contain SCP-076-2. Even if you stood no chance against him… if it had been another, weaker entity, they'll argue you could've become a real threat."
A shiver ran through Blitzo. For the first time, he realized the gravity of the situation: this wasn't just political drama. This was a trial before the highest infernal authorities. His head was on the line.
Stolas: "Blitzy, I want you to know you're not alone. Beelzebub and Asmodeus will support you. And your IMP employees will probably be involved too. This time… we fight together."
(Please note that there will be no more love games in Stolas and Blitzo I am really not comfortable with the subject of homosexuality please don't blame me for that I am just not comfortable with this subject actually you know what there will be no love game at all well from time to time but there it is the scp anomalies in hazbin hotel not the couple problems and anomalies in hazbin hotel I made this part to put my story in a chronic order to the helluva boss series that I have not finished so the trial will be perhaps incoherent just tell me how it happened in the series for have an idea )
Time before appearance of the next anomaly 3 days)