We LOVE a mysterious lady while waiting for Hazbin Hotel’s marvelous first season to wrap up. Let’s talk about Lilith and Eve!
There’s so many ways this could go. Applause to Vivienne and Co. for making this fun with what I am sure are ample red herrings. I hope those involved in the show are having great chuckles as we feverishly wonder what is really going on.
First, some groundwork so that we’re on the same page. I’m nearly certain Sera is not the highest up in Heaven, whether in order or entity. This may be the common “God sleeps, knows all, and refuses to be involved”, which is always a fun, good move for narratives. Orrrrr, it might be some of my theories.
And on the subject of narratives, we should acknowledge that Charlie is telling her parents’ perspective of the beginning of Earth. It may not be the whole story, people may be figurative or portrayed inaccurately, and things may have been omitted.
Now then, my 6 theories!
Theory 1 - Eve is just a regular woman, and no one cares about her after death. High probability that Adam had a lot to do with that.
Theory 2/3 - Eve is God / Eve is the true evil
Let me tell you some ancient religion things. Nothing in this world is isolated. In ancient Judaism, there are references to Asherah, a Canaanite mother goddess and wife to the big god El, particularly as an object of devotion in the form of a tree. Makes sense that the Judeo-Christian God would have a wife if Lucifer does.
Anywho, whether or not this is the inspiration, I wonder if the imagery used in the first scene of the show is meant to hint at the origins, or roots, of evil in the world being an actual enemy. Whatever twist would happen with Eve (or Lilith!) finally appearing, I would expect it to be BIG like this, and the symbolism adds up.
Theory 4 - Eve is Lilith
During the opening sequence, Eve about to eat the apple takes on very similar features to Lilith’s silhouette just seconds later.
This theory goes with the understanding that Eve never existed, or also ran away from Adam but became inconsequential. We never see Eve or Adam as humans again in this sequence, so for all we know this works. Eve could definitely just be symbolic.
Theory 5 - Eve and Lilith are Allies
They are working together on… something. Whatever Lilith and Alastor are connected with, for sure. Perhaps these ladies are triple agents and are infiltrating their respective realms quietly while plotting some sort of takeover or revamp. Perhaps there is a bigger evil / God himself that they are trying to steal power from?
Theory 6 - Lilith became Eve 7 Years Ago
Something happened where Eve was hurt, usurped, or otherwise incapacitated, and Lilith stepped in to prevent a power vacuum. Obviously this can work well off of Theory 5, but it works as an enemy simply taking advantage, too.
BONUS Theory 7 - Lilith and Lucifer are Allies
Once again, they’re working together on something nefarious. Eve may be the baddie (or goodie) or not even matter, whilst our royal Hell couple has supposedly split up to give the idea they aren’t in communication, and that Lucifer is a non-threat.
I am so glad that we have 2 seasons from the start! There’s so many other thoughts and so much in this show, that at least 2 seasons is definitely needed. To the season finale!
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ohhh for the event can I get Vil and prompt 3 with reader as the ghost? ^_^
Words Unsaid; Vil Schoenheit
Content; Gender-neutral reader, angst, pining
Content Warning; Reader death (not described)
Word Count; 700+
A/N; Hi Haru! ... I decided to lean more into angst; I am so sorry Vil.
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Vil’s hands were shaking, and he tried to make a sound but his voice was caught in his throat.
His breath came out in white puffs, the Pomefiore lounge had become freezing cold as the fire died out. Dim light from the filtered moonlight cast everything in silver and greys. Long shadows crept across the floor like they were reaching out for him.
Vil.
It was barely audible, but Vil could hear the gentle hiss of his own name whispered into his ear, and it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He took in a deep breath though, trying to calm his racing heart which betrayed how affected he was by his current circumstances.
He closed his eyes, shutting out everything else and focused solely on what he could hear. And with how on edge he was, he could have heard a pin drop. But he didn’t hear anything. That was the issue, alongside everything else.
Normally he would have been able to hear the muffled snoring of his fellow dorm members, or the gentle ticking of the clock, or even the standard sounds that an older building may make. But he heard nothing. Only the steady thump thump of his heart in his ears.
Vil opened his eyes again, and he stared at the figure that was now standing within arm’s reach of him.
It was you, but not as Vil knew you.
You floated closer towards him, and Vil dared not to move.
Ghost, spectre, phantom. That was what you now were.
But he had seen you that very day. Still very much alive. Still breathing.
“What happened,” he whispered, taking a step forward, trying to close the distance.
You moved back, and looked him in the eyes as tears fell down your cheeks. And then you vanished, the fire coming back to life, and all the sounds coming back.
Vil raked his hands through his hair, trying to come to some reasonable answer for why you were here, why you were a ghost. And he found himself running as fast as his legs would carry him, coming to a halt at Ramshackle.
He knocked at the door, but there was no answer. He knocked again and called your name. But all he was answered with was silence, and a sense of dread taking hold.
Please forgive me.
He knocked the door down with his magic, and made his way into the house. Vil looked in every room of the mansion, but all he found was dust; even Grim was nowhere to be seen.
This is a nightmare— No it isn’t, you know that. But how he wanted this to be nothing more than just a simple nightmare. If only it were as easy as that.
His breath came out in white puffs again, and everything stilled like time itself was frozen.
“Please,” Vil could barely recognize his own voice, desperation was something he was not well acquainted with, “tell me.”
You stayed out of sight though and stared at Vil, wanting nothing more than to embrace him. To feel his warmth one more time. To tell him something that had been weighing heavy on your chest for months.
You never had the chance, always being pulled in every which way or dealing with one problem or another. And now?
… it would not serve either of you any good. It would only cause more heartbreak, a tragedy that belonged in a play really, instead of reality.
Vil clenched his fist and rolled back his shoulders, “You’re still here, so you have something left that must be important. Let me help you.”
Something left, was in fact, someone.
Vil had always been outside of your reach, a star high up in the sky, and that distance was now further than ever.
That’s why you said nothing of your own feelings about him.
That’s why you said nothing, leaving the words unsaid.
“You can’t. Please, forget about me.”
Vil wouldn’t forget you. He would never forget about you, the person that he could be his entire self around.
Perhaps it was friendship, but something that screamed from his chest that it wasn’t.
And he would never get the chance to see what could be.
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