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Lucifer sat upon the throne in thought, both in Abaddons words and on the strange entity that had just called for him. He sat as stone for some time, until it seemed he had verily become stone. At last he had made up his mind. "The prophecy, ever etched in my mind, has always been my doom... But what you say is true, things of late have not gone by that prophecy, and that shows it can be undone...."

Lucifer then stood and gestured to Abaddon. "I believe mortals have a phrase 'benafit of the doubt'. It's supposed to mean giving trust to someone who can't be trusted, or something of that nature. I have a proposition for you. I will give you the benafit of the doubt, if you will give me the same. Things are moving apace while we speak, and I have waited and watched for long enough, so now I intend to take hold of the reins. But, as is my woe, I am yet unable to be in two places at once. Therefore, I will leave hell in your hands for now, in trust that you will do the right thing, until I return."

"And on my return" He said, stepping down from the throne "I hope you will find a way over your hate to trust me to fix this situation so that the immense mess that has been made of hell can be made right."