God's Reign

King of Hell

While waiting for whatever surprise God had, Lucifer kept himself busy raising his kingdom. He didn't know when to expect the special delivery, but he knew it wouldn't be some commoner's birthday present. Even though their father had always given Michael better gifts, Lucifer had never been left out. It was strange, though. But he didn't like dwelling on the past. It was depressing. It wasn't long before the castle was living up to his expectations. Lucifer studied his home. He was satisfied with the results.

Gradually, souls began to populate Hell. Most of them had been "those" kinds of people in life. And Lucifer gladly tormented them. God watched from above in amusement. He had only seen such joy on his son's face when he was causing trouble for him. He chuckled. Knowing that he could conveniently dump all souls that made him sick into Hell and not think twice was a relief. And it gave Lucifer something to do. Then there was the matter of that one promise. God was still working on it. He was still searching. But he knew it would be worth the wait. And with a bit of luck, he was hoping that something even better would come from this rare gift.

While Lucifer enjoyed his daily tormenting, he almost forgot about his father's promise. He didn't know what he had in store, and the curiosity had planted its seeds from the first mention. The king spent his days decorating his palace and devised new ways to punish souls. As much fun as he was having, something was missing. He didn't know what he was. Nor did he particularly care at this time. All he needed were the screams of the damned to keep him company as the abyss claimed them and drowned their souls. It was pretty pleasant, for him anyway. But this was an everyday affair. Lucifer wondered if there were any possibilities for Hell to have a future. He toyed with the idea before laughing it aside. So childish. But he couldn't deny that it could have been quite the show.