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A father's Love and Wrath by C39rainbow
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon), Centaurworld (Cartoon 2021)
27 Jan 2026
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Takes place at Ables part of here my hope having a panic attack fearing not knowing what to do his very soul calls out to his dad like before when Cain murder him thinking it's no use its over oh how wrong he was a father love transcends oblivion lute and the rest of the cast are there this is mainly a father coming to his sons aid daddy's home.
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“Are you sure I’m not dead? If I’m not dead, I could just go home.”
His mère would be looking for him. Would be worried sick.
“Um…” Charlie’s eyes darted to the others.
Angel sighed heavily. “Ya can’t go home, kid. It ain’t 1923 anymore.”
Alastor frowned.
“It’s 2024.”
Somehow that was harder to accept than the fact he was in Hell.
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What if Alastor’s fight with Adam ended…differently? What if he was “purified” instead to the last moment he could have been redeemed? And, unfortunately for him, that was when he was only eleven.
Completed: 10/27/25.
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Stolas' life was always difficult and awful, since he found out that he and Stella were in an arranged marriage, but his love for Blitzo saves him from the loneliness, what happened next?
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"I will not do to my daughter what my father did to me." It was the promise Stolas made himself. His daughter would know a father who loved her with his entire being, his daughter would not spend her life burdened with purpose or destiny or any of that bullshit.
Except.
His wife has every right to hate him, and the imp he loves is hell-bent on destroying himself, and Stolas has never known how to be a father. Or a lover. Or a husband.
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The priest's droning was muffled by the sound of her heartbeat, everything in the room a blur aside from the bright red glow of Stolas' eyes. The eyes she'd see every fucking day for the rest of her fucking life, taunting her with every gift given, with every outing had.
He gave her a small smile. It was faker than her mother's third favorite Versinchi dress, Mammon-made.
She scowled at him in return. The smile turned into a flat line.
Good.