Chapter
Sixty-Three: War is Ending:
Madonna was
pregnant again. Judith gave me a cold look.
“You couldn’t do it, could you?” she asked. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t
even look at her. I could tell that she was glaring at me.
“You couldn’t do
it,” she said. “I should’ve known.” Judith sighed.
“Boss!” she
said.
“Lucifer,” I
corrected.
“Excuse me?”
Judith asked.
“Please,” I
said. “Call me Lucifer.” She paused for a moment.
“Right,” she
said. “Lucifer, why did you go to her room?” I didn’t look up at her as I
shrugged.
“You were
supposed to let this play out and release her when the wait time is over,
remember?” Judith asked. I pressed my lips together and nodded. I didn’t enjoy
where this was going. I put up my hand.
“Please spare
me,” I said.
“No, I will
not!” Judith said. I turned and looked up at her. She had her arms folded across
her chest. I rolled my eyes.
“Really? We’re
going to do this?” I asked.
“Yes!” she
shouted. “You can’t keep doing this. How many times do you think this will
happen? How long do you plan to keep her here?”
“I don’t know!”
I shouted. “I don’t know.” She had a cold look on her face.
“You can’t keep
this up,” she said.
“I know,” I
said. “I know.”
“Do you?” Judith
asked. I rubbed my forehead and sighed. Here it comes. I had to sit there and
endure another lecture from her. What was I expecting? I probably deserved this.
Judith did try to warn me after all. And I didn’t listen. She gave me a cold
look when she was finished.
“I will be
keeping a closer watch over you,” she said. I rolled my eyes.
“Yeah, yeah,” I
muttered. I don’t think she believed me. I didn’t believe me either. However, we
had more things to worry about.
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That’s right, we
were still in the middle of a war. Before we knew it, that was coming to an end.
Madonna got pregnant again in 1944. Baby number five was due in summer over next
year. I hadn’t realized the situation I was in when I heard the whispers. It
amazed me of how out of touch I was. It didn’t don on me until December of 1944.
I hadn’t missed when Italy surrendered. There were times that I kept watch of
what going on in the living realm. Still, this one made me pause.
Two of my
subjects were walking past me. I didn’t think much about it at first. I had my
own problems. But the word “surrender” caught my ear. I turned around and saw
them walking the opposite direction. Did I just hear that right? Was the war
close to ending?
“Excuse me!” I
spoke up. My subjects stopped in their tracks. One of them turned and looked at
me. I shifted into place.
“Who is
surrendering?” I asked. My subjects looked at each other. It seemed as if they
were deciding who was going to talk first.
“We were
wondering who was going to surrender first,” one of them spoke up.
“And?” I asked.
They looked at each other again.
“I think it
might be Germany,” first one said.
“And I think
it’s going to be Japan,” the other said. I nodded in thought.
“I see,” I said.
I hadn’t even thought that far into the war. Hm… Who would surrender
first—Germany or Japan? My attention came back to reality when someone called
out to me. I looked up to see my subjects staring at me.
“What?” I asked.
“What’s going to
happen to us after the war?” one of the subjects asked. I stood, silent. After
the war? I hadn’t thought about this at all. Had I been so wrapped up with my
wife and children that I forgot about my kingdom? The subjects stared at me with
accusing eyes. I dropped my shoulders.
“I don’t really
know,” I admitted. It was then it donned on me how bad things had gotten for my
kingdom. I barely focused on my children anymore. All I cared about what keeping
my wife with me forever. I started to feel sad and walked back into my office.
“My lord?” one
of my subjects asked.
I let the door
close behind me. I dragged my feet over to my desk. When I sat down, I picked up
my phone.
“All of my generals and heads, come to my office now!” I said over the phone. My hand shook as I hung up the receiver. I had to stir the ship back on the path before it was too late. I was going to need help with that.