THE BABY PRINCE AND HIS PRINCES SITTING IN LUCIFER'S MOUTH

Part One / The Table Inside the Mouth ❤🔥🐲

In January 2027, the clocks in Hell stopped.
No one knew why.

Perhaps Time was ashamed of what was unfolding down below.

Or perhaps Lucifer had swallowed every single clock, one by one.

At the very bottom of Hell, a table stood before the fire.

The table had no legs.
And it could not stand on its own.

The table rested inside Lucifer's mouth.

Behind the lips lay an endless, crimson darkness; between the teeth stretched a small sky made of stars.

Lucifer stirred his tea.

One.

Two.

Three.

The sound of the spoon striking the porcelain echoed throughout Hell.

Clink.

Clink.

Clink.

The Demon Guardian stood before him.

"The veils of paranoia in human souls are tearing," he said.

Lucifer took a sip of his tea.

"Finally."

The Demon Guardian raised his head.

"Finally?"

Lucifer smiled.

"They think they are on the verge of seeing the truth."

"But what if they truly see it?"

Lucifer’s gaze turned toward the fire.

"Truth," he said, "is born in the eye of the beholder."

Just then, the Keeper of the Fire appeared.

He was carrying a small child in his arms.

The child wore a white crown on his head.

But the crown did not rest upon his head.

It hovered over his heart.

The Keeper of the Fire whispered:

"Sleep, my son."

The child opened his eyes.

"If I sleep, who will stay awake?"

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And of course, there is more. It consists of two parts.

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And;
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