Trunks in Hell (DISCONTINUED; SEE DESC!!)

Chapter 21 - Inner Monologues

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Chapter 21 - Inner Monologues

What would you do if you were the King of Hell? Reigning over every single Overlord and the ability to intrude on their turfs at moment's notice with zero repercussions... What would you do with such a power?

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Ruling a kingdom is never easy, the kings of old could attest to this very fact. Especially when your kingdom is a place as chaotic as Hell itself. Lucifer, especially, knows this exact feeling. He's been ruling Hell for as long as he can remember, when he was expelled from Heaven due to him and God's extensive differences in opinion.

Well, maybe that was an understatement. They had a lot of differences. And that costed him his place in Heaven.

Lucifer didn't mind, not at all. He'd prefer not to speak to his 'father' after everything he has done to him. In fact, he possesses a telephone on the wall in his large bedroom from his father that he, at this time, never answered. He was not sure of when it appeared. Lucifer was absolutely certain no one in his staff placed it there, and no one could've entered to do so. He has guards on standby at all times and... to hell with it, it was definitely God.

The phone rang approximately once every year. Never at the same time -it was random- but every single year it rang for exactly 3 minutes and 43 seconds. Every time it rang, he was there at his desk simply listening. He didn't pick up, he never did, but it still fascinated him. Why did Father keep ringing? What does he have to gain? It was strange; He knew he'd never pick up. Ever. And yet He continued.

It puzzled him every second the phone rang. Not that the phone itself was notable in design; it was actually rather bland, sporting the flat and boring colour of black. Not even mentioning the fact it was a rotary phone hung on the wall... the point is, it wasn't noteworthy. However, something about that fact coming from such a being was, odd, as his dear Lilith would put for him. Oh, how he loved her so.

She is his right-hand woman, his better half, his darling. Ruling Hell took a lot of work, and Lilith assisted him massively in alleviating this ginormous weight. He always seeks her advice for any difficult decision he has to make, naturally -her being the Queen of Hell after all-; however, there's a few cases where he cannot follow them. This is such a case. She tells him constantly to have the telephone removed as it only served to stress him out for the moment. Lucifer never goes through with this, no matter how much he wanted to. All he wanted to do was rip the telephone off of the wall and forget about it as he tended to his kingdom. He wanted to do it so bad.

This idea never came into fruition.

It's like it's just sitting there, taunting him endlessly. He didn't know what he wanted to do at this point. It was ringing, like an ever so haunting chime in his ear, the vibrations affecting his every movement. It was tormenting him.

His mind drew blank; he raised his hand and began outstretching his arm towards the phone. He was going to do it; he was finally going to pick up that damned phone and answer Him. For answers. For why he's been calling him all this time. For... closure.

After what seemed like eons to the Supreme Overlord, it stopped. The ringing suddenly ceased. Right as his hand nearly contacted the telephone, it just... stopped. Lucifer hadn't noticed how much time had passed since it started ringing. All of these thoughts occupied his mind, the King of Hell becoming so focused that those three minutes and forty-three seconds passed by in seconds, it seemed.