Folly of The Hell Lords

The throne room is only 30 feet wide and 80 feet deep but the ceilings seem to fade into the dark evening sky. The throne itself is black made from the melted bones of the Hecatoncheires. It is indestructible to almost any nondivine being.

Ivory columns line both sides of the room as goblets of gold and red fire blaze to life as I walk past. The marble floors reflect the fire creating a bright orange sheen throughout the room.

The throne has large steps leading to it while the other sides of the foundation are sharp slopes leading into the ground. Behind the throne is a large clear window that shows a bright dark red sun that perfectly fits the size of the window.

I sit upon my throne putting away my wings leaning back into it. I snap my fingers and Beezlebub appears before me with his head bowed low.

My eyes are cold looking down on him, "Kneel," I speak with pride at full power. His head slams into the ground as his fat knees are indented on the stone floors.

"M-my Lord, what is this about?" he mutters out questioningly while using his arms to keep his body from being pressed against the ground.

"Do you acknowledge your Sins?" I rest my chin on my fist as I look down at him.

Fear shows in his eyes as he lowers his head back to the stone, "Yes my Lord. Please punish this foolish one."

"For your lack of control over the Lords, you are stripped of the title and rank of First Lord. For the negligence of letting a subordinate do evil, you are banished to 500 years in Tartarus. Hand over the Doctrine of Lord's. NOW," my eyes now glaring through him as I restrain my anger.

His fat red body gets up as I release him from pride. His eyes were now devoid of life as if I had killed his child in front of him. "I do as the King wills." His voice sounds tired and vacant as if he never expected this. In front of him a long roll of parchment, with a wave of his hand it floats to me. He vanishes from the throne room.

I read through the parchment. It was all the Hell Lords' signatures along with every Sin they have committed since signing the pact.

Most are theft at worst since I forbade them from going to the human world until I return. Mephisto, however, has a long list of Sins ranging from false contracts to rape and murder. But one name surprised me Asmodeus has 3 Sin on record. This is odd because he is the most well-behaved of the Lords. So I decide to call him to be punished first.

I snap my fingers again and a tall man with a handsome face appears in front of me. His skin is dark tinted blue and he has small black horns curving around like a small crown. As soon as he sees me he drops to one knee and puts an arm over his heart.

"What does the King want this one for?" He asks with a low head.

My eyes are less cold as I watch his gestures, "Are you aware you have three Sins on record?"

I can see worry cross his face as he begins to sweat, "I know of one my King. I am not sure of the other two."

My eyebrows raise, "Oh, that's surprising. Did you not know you had a child."

His eyes go wide and he stands up, "I have a child?"

I nod, "You do, and a woman who died giving birth to it. Your sins are as follows:

Disobedience, ignoring the King's command.

Abandoning a woman who loved you dearly.

And finally abandoning a child to be tormented in the human realm."

He falls to all fours, "Please forgive me, my King, allow me to atone," he practically yells his words.

I wave my hand, "Your punishment has been decided. When I made you the Lord of the fourth ring of Hell, Punishment, I gave you a contract. Even if I find your breach of the contract acceptable, it must be upheld. You will accept your punishment."

His body tenses up as I speak, "You shall revive the woman and make her a demon at your side. Then you shall find the boy and beg forgiveness. If he forgives you will be pardoned, if he does not, however; you shall be put into a nightmare for 10 years."

His fists ball as he lowers his head to touch the ground, "This Lord thanks the King for his mercy. But my woman was a sorceress, her soul may not be here."

I feel odd seeing how soft Asmodeus has become in the last two thousand years. He is beginning to remind me of Arawn, although that is not a bad thing. I favor Arawn the most after all, even if he isn't all that powerful.

With a breath I raise an arm and grip tightly in the air, all eight realms align as I channel my power through them. It is easy to find her soul since it has the Mark of Asmodeus on it.

I grunt, "You are correct. It is not here, but it will be," I channel more power into pulling her soul and feel the dimension that it's trapped in fighting me. If only the God of that realm knew who I was… He would feel regret.

My fist hits the arm of the throne as I successfully pull her soul into my realm. I feel the God that had been holding her soul trying to come into my Hells so I allow him.

Inside the throne room, an old man with grey hair 50 feet long and a matching beard appears floating in the air, "WHO DARES PIERCE A HOLE IN THE REALM OF FATHER TIME!?" As our eyes meet I see him physically tense up.

"Lucifer," He mutters looking at me.

"Father Time, this woman is mine. You may leave now… while I still allow it." I say with a bored tone.

He grits his teeth, "Boy, that woman sold her soul to me fair and square. I want no problems with Hell but don't force my hand."

My eyes narrow as I look up at him, "You're too high. I don't like it."

He seems confused by my words but crosses his arms staying in the air defiantly. I cross my legs as I lean on my fist giving Father Time a bored gaze. My crown blazes to life and my eyes ignite in hellfire as I meet Father Time's eyes with a cold gaze.

I slowly raise my arm and point at the ground at the foot of my throne.

"KNEEL"