Rain pattered against the bedroom window of 221 Honeybee Bakery Street, accompanied by the distant rumblings of thunder. It caused one of the two lumps in the bed to stir with a groan, pushing down the covers and squinting at the intruding, watchful sound.

Daring smacked her lips, looking around the bedroom with groggy eyes before her mind caught up with her. “Holy shit!” she cried, sitting up right. “Phil!”

The foreleg that had been draped across her, startling her bed partner with a snort. “Daring…?” Phillip croaked, before eyes widening and shooting upright himself. “The demon! And the city! And down there! And… we’re alive?”

“Was it all a dream?” Daring asked, looking at him with wide eyes.

Phillip almost gave a shrug, then his eyes slipped past her and widened. Daring followed their gaze.

Sitting on the nightstand was an unopened bottle of Manticore Rare, accompanied by two shot glasses. Leaning against the crystalline bottle was a small notecard, with a short message written in a flourishing, crimson script.

“Mischievous, not evil."

Daring teared up, letting out a choke between a sob and a laugh, before leaning into Phillip. Phillip held her close, sighing with relief.

“I could go for some pancakes right about now…”

Autumn Blaze shot up in bed with a snort. She glanced around at her surroundings before looking out her window at the crisp, fall morning.

“Whew, what a crazy dream,” she remarked. “Last time I have Devil’s Food Cake before bed.” She frowned and shook her head.

Her stomach growled in protest and she hummed.

“Yeah, I could really go for some pancakes,” she agreed.

Beelzebub bounced and tumbled across the floor, the stones as red as her wardrobe. She finally stopped against a wall, her face bruised and blood trickling from her lips. Shakily, she got to her feet.

At least she wasn’t a changeling anymore.

Any relief was short-lived as Justice appeared from nowhere, slamming a hand against Beelzebub’s neck and forcing her back against the wall. Had Beel been a mortal, she wouldn’t have had a neck to worry about.

“W-Wait…” Beelzebub choked out. One eye was swollen shut, but the other tried to see past those tinted aviators.

She let out a pained wheeze as Judgement appeared, her claws piercing her abdomen and all but impaling her. The burning pain that followed and lingered made Beel grit her teeth.

Lucifer slowly appeared behind the two other demons, arms crossed and a glare of unsympathetic hate across her face.

“Wait for what, Beel?” she said. “You stole souls from us, you stole an Old God from us? We’re not waiting a second more to throw you back into the Abyss where you belong.”

“P-Please,” Beel panted, a weak smile on her battered face. “I… I wish to… repent…”

“Repent?” Lucifer cocked an eyebrow. “After all you’ve done? You tried to steal my throne, and now this. I had to strike this from the memories of countless mortals!”

“I-I was under debt!” Beel croaked. “She freed me! I had to serve her o-or…”

“Stay imprisoned?” Justice asked with a frown.

“Y-Yes! Please! I’ll do anything for a second chance!” Beel looked to Lucifer, shooting a pleading look.

Lucifer’s eyes narrowed and glowed softly. They studied Beelzebub for a moment, from horn tip to toe before delving into the demon’s crimson soul. Then they widened. “Let her go.”

Justice and Judgement glanced back at her, then at each other, before relinquishing their grips on Beel. They stepped back as Beel slowly slid back to the floor, panting.

Lucifer walked up to her, squatting down to her height. “Anything, you say?”

“A-Anything…” Beel panted. “I’ll repent… I promise…”

A devilish smile crossed Lucifer’s lips. “For your sake, I certainly hope you do.”

Author's Note

I, Lucifer, Queen of Tartarus and CEO of Hell, hereby fulfil my end of the bargain and render the events of Hellraiser null of any canonical weight, as was agreed in my contract.

However, I am a demon, and it is in our nature to be very fond of our loopholes. And while these events are non-canon… I didn’t say anything about the characters. Don’t worry, I’m sure it won’t be an issue. If they don’t remember us, they can’t summon us.

This has truly been fun, and I hope you’ve all enjoyed it. Regardless of when you see these messages, I wish you all a Happy Halloween. Stay spooky.

-yours truthfully,
Lucifer