If you are the Antichrist and your father is Lucifer, then you can expect idiotic things to happen because that seems to be his specialty. Given the Antichrist's gigantic headache, it looks like Lucifer has managed to win the top prize in the idiots' competition this time. Moreover, when your grandfather is a complete sadistic God bent on destroying everything and everyone, there is only one thing left to do. It's time to get to work...
There has never been a being like him, at least fully grown with full power and grace, in this universe that is billions of years old. On Earth, no one knew of his existence except two individuals who were totally loyal to him and to his ultimate goal. In Heaven, there were only four Angels who knew of his existence, and they would keep that secret at all costs because far too much depended on it. In Hell, everyone knew about him, but only five knew about the purpose of his existence. Most of the Demons worshiped him despite the fact that they were Demons and thus not the type to be easily grateful by nature. He had made so many changes that Hell had become a much more pleasant place for its inhabitants, at least the Demons of the upper levels. Light years away from Dante's description of Hell. Yet another ill-conceived idea by Lucifer to give a half-witted author, after a night of drinking and frolicking, a tour of the various levels of Hell. How many times now, through the millennia, had he gotten a huge headache from Lucifer's shenanigans? Were there Demons who opposed the changes in Hell? Of course, mainly those who resided in the deepest circles of Hell. Dante was right. The deeper you descend into Hell the worse the situation there becomes for the trapped souls, but also the Demons become bolder, meaner, and more inclined toward violence and sadism. Much closer to the beasts than to the human, or better, the human-like Demons in Dis. His favorite comparison is with the Orcs from Lord of the Rings. Quelling this opposition had made it clear to everyone in Hell who and what he was and what he was capable of. That not only did he do things that would benefit everyone with time, but that he had a damn short fuse. That in the moments when his short fuse burned up, you were better off staying away from him, far away. That if you, as a Demon, became the focus of that burning short fuse, there was a very quick, and sometimes not so quick, end to your existence in a horribly painful way.
He had only just rushed back to Hell and had taken his place on the throne. On the throne he could see everything he was concentrating on, and right now that was none other than Lucifer and that damn club around him. It gave him yet another stinging headache. Until now, he had let him do whatever he wanted for the last few years; he had more important things on his mind than babysitting Lucifer. Even though he knew there were things happening to him that were absolutely not good. As long as these did not cause insurmountable problems, he could push it to the bottom of his mountain-high list of priorities for a while. However, this was no longer a harmless thing that only affected Lucifer and his little club around him. The reason he had been rushed back to Hell had very far-reaching consequences. Consequences that he would rather not have seen because now it was the opposing party's move instead of hismself who could make the first move. And they had been so damn close, making their first move in secret with complete surprise. Count on Lucifer, with his idiotic brain and lack of thinking, to throw a grenade into the hen house. The throne showed him the events that had led to the debacle and resulted in an uprising of Demons from the lower regions. He saw how they left the shitshow in the abandoned nightclub, leaving dozens of corpses behind, and who was responsible for summoning the first Demon. He called for Belios and Bearus. As he waited, he vaguely remembered a phrase some general said and he had once read:
"No matter how much or how good the plans you make, at the firing of the first shot everything can go in the trashcan."
Or at least something to that effect, he thought. And that was exactly what had happened here. Bearus and Belios came bolting into the throne room:
"My Lord?"
Belios asked. He and Bearus were his two generals in Hell, his adjutants, the managers of Hell when he was absent. Now that Lucifer had taken his vacation in LA and had no intention of returning, they were the most important demons in Hell and utterly loyal. He replied bluntly:
"Dromos and the rest of his little group, I want them gone. Slow, painful, and absolutely public. Make it happen! And the rest of that rebellion in the lower regions that they caused, I want to see drilled into the ground by any means necessary!"
"Yes, My Lord."
The two rushed out of the throne room; if he gave orders like that, you better be very far away from him. He tried to stay calm, to control his breathing, but it was getting harder and harder. His short fuse was burning, and there was no turning back from that this time. When he really couldn't hold it anymore, one word escaped his throat in a deep, furious, earsplitting cry:
"ENOUGH!"
That was enough to rock Hell to its foundations and send every Demon who was near the throne room sprinting toward a safe place as if their lives depended on it. The Demons knew that if he reacted this way, someone was in serious trouble, and they wanted absolutely no part of it. The only one who remained impassive outwardly and inwardly was his left hand. A Demon who had occupied that spot for over 6,000 years. She looked him straight in the eye and lifted her eyebrows a fraction as if asking a question without using words. He took a deep breath, seeming to have regained his balance, and said:
"Celine dear, would you mind going to London and picking up our friends there? They know what to do. Send them to the penthouse with their precious packages. Oh, yes, I need Lucille! So please go to the dimension and leave a message that the shit is about to hit the fan!"
Now her eyebrows shot all the way up:
"Is it time?"
"Yes, those idiots have ensured that we have no time to spare!"