The Pain Of Loss

Chapter 4

Octavia pulled out her phone from her back pocket and began dialing. After six rings someone picked up, 'Hello, Lucifer Magne speaking?'

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Fifthteen minutes away, Lucifer Magne, the King of Hell was doing what he normally did every day until he received a call.

'Hello, Lucifer Magne speaking?'

'Uh, hello, Your Majesty, it's me, Princess Octavia Ars Goetia.'

'Oh, little Octavia, Stolas's kid, right?'

'Yes, Your Majesty. That's me.'

'So, why are you calling? You don't normally call often?'

'Um, Your Majesty, I need help with something. Something incredibly important. And you're the only one who can help me.'

She sounded urgent.

'Whoa whoa, calm down. Octavia, why do you sound so urgent? Are you okay?'

Silence. Lucifer was about to ask again but then he heard crying. That worried him. Until now his tone had been laid back but now, it was worried, really worried, ' Octavia, are you okay?'

'M-my dad, I-is in the hospital...'

Lucifer was now standing up. His palm placed firmly on the wood of his desk. And with what seemed like perfect timing, Lilith walked in.

'My love, are you okay? What's happening?'

Lucifer didn't pay attention to her, he was far too busy asking Octavia questions to fully acknowledge her.

'Octavia,' voice loud and firm. 'What do you mean that Stolas is in the hospital?'

Lilith seemed surprised, so she sat down closer to Lucifer. Practically on the desk to be able to hear better. She made no sound.

'H-he,' hiccup, sniffle, deep breath, sigh. 'He attempted suicide.' Both Lilith and Lucifer gasped. Lilith leaned in closer. Lucifer continued his conversation, his voice slightly composed, slightly broken, 'What do you mean he attempted suicide? He was fine last time I talked to him?'

'I thought so too, but then just today I found him lying in a pool of his own blood. This morning in fact. He slit his wrist so deeply you could see his bones.'

'What do you need from me? How can I help?'

His own tone now matched Octavia's original one. Urgent and worried.

'He needs a blood transfusion to be able to survive and fully recover but none of the Ars Goetic demons will help since dad isn't well liked by any of them because he dates an imp. And dad doesn't work with any of the other princes of hell for me to even consider calling them. Your Majesty, you're my fathers only hope, you're my only hope.'

Lucifer was quiet for a few seconds, 'I'll be there in 15.'

'Oh sweet hell! Thank you, Your Majesty! Thank you!'

'You're welcome.'

Lucifer hung up the phone and sat down. He covered his face with his hands and sighed. 'He attempted suicide, Lilith. How come I didn't see it? How come none of us saw it?'

'My love, you need to go now. No use dwelling on it now. But Stolas needs you. Go, I'll take over the responsibilities while you're gone. Go. I know you care deeply.'

Lucifer nodded. He grabbed his hat and began to walk out of his office. He summoned one of the members of his staff and ordered his car ready to go in the next six minutes. He didn't have time to lose. Stolas didn't have time to lose.

Soon he was in his car, being driven down to the hospital. The best hospital in Pentagram city. Satan's Hospital.