𝗚𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗥𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀. | Discontinued.

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟭 ↷

Answering the phone, (L/n) asked, "Hi dad, what's up?" His dad responded, "Son, come to Hell please, me and your mom have something to speak with you about." His dad's voice was serious — urgent even. Raising a eyebrow (L/n) without a thought said, "Okay dad, be right there." And then he hung up. He rushed to the parking lot where his car was waiting for him and after putting his groceries inside the truck he began driving home which was about twenty minutes away from the main town. 

(L/n) lived in a private area so he lived a bit of a distance away from the locals. Soon after he got home and after handing out his key card with his identification on it to the guard that was guarding the private homes gate — he parked his car in his own parking space and rushed home to where he locked the doors, put his groceries away and teleported to Hell.

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"You wanted me dad?" (L/n) asked with a bored expression. "(Y/n), baby, you're here!" His mother, (M/n) cheered before she rushed over to give the young boy kisses. "Ah, mum." (Y/n) whined as he tried to gently push his mom away — embarrassed by his mom's sudden display of affection. "Hehe, sorry baby." His mom giggled. His dad was looking at some papers that laid on the round table in front of him. "... Dad?" (Y/n) tried again to get a response out of his dad.

His dad sighed, finally looking up to look at his son that was standing few distances away from him. "Hello son, sorry to call you here so suddenly but we have a bit of a problem." His dad explained — voice tired. Raising a curious eyebrow, (Y/n) walked over to where his dad stood and looked down at the papers. He saw a signature that red 'G.W' on the top. "What's this dad?" (Y/n) asked, confused. "This is a declaration of war." His dad sighed, making the young lad's eyes widen with shock. "War!?" (Y/n) exclaimed, "From who?"

"His name's Gorgo — a ancient devil with the powers of destruction and darkness, he leads a clan called Whispers, they're known to cause a ruckus across Hell and have their own territory that they own. They're a bad clan." His dad explained — voice serious. (Y/n) nodded in understandment, "Okay, well why does he want to start a war with us?" He asked as his eyes scanned through what was said on the papers. 

"He probably wants to rule all Hell — not just a small part of it." His dad answered, pursing his lips in thought. "I was really lenient with him — I should've dealt with him ages ago but I wanted to be remorseful and give him a chance." His dad said. "... I see, so you want my help then?" (Y/n) asked as he looked up at his dad with a serious expression." "Yes, you're not only strong but you have a lot of experience in war and fighting due to your time as a yakuza leader — I want you to participate in the war and lead our fighters to a win." His dad explained, "Your older siblings will be joining to." 

(Y/n) nodded, "That's fine, I'm willing to help dad, I'll do my best I promise." He told his dad as he bowed slightly. (M/n) smiled at her son's bravery, "Thank you baby." His mom thanked with a gentle tone, kissing (Y/n) on the forehead. (Y/n) gave his mom a small smile in return of her affection. "You can leave now, expect a phone call soon though." His dad told him. "That's fine, take care mom, dad." (Y/n) replied before quickly pecking his mom on the cheek and teleporting away.

"He really grew up." (M/n) told (F/n) as she hugged her lovers side. (D/n) looked in the area where his son disappeared seconds ago with a longing look, "He really did (M/n), he really did."

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Arriving in his bedroom (Y/n) sighed as he rubbed his hair lightly out of his face. "I really need to make a schedule." He murmured under his breath before deciding to worry about the war at a later date — and instead take a nice relaxing bath after a long day at work. Walking into his bathroom (Y/n) began setting up his bathtub with everything he wanted for his own little spa day. After his set up was done and the water was nice and warm (Y/n) stripped off his clothes and entered the bath, a sigh of content leaving his plush lips — relaxation taking over his mind and soul.