Hell
By Shakespeare's Girl
Fourth in a Series
Go now
Swear to me
Never to tell
The secret you know
Of the Angel in Hell...
Three months. Three long, tortuous months as a Luthor, and Lex had hated every second. The corporate bull shit, the long hours, the battling against Lionel, everything he did anymore left him longing for the wholesomeness of Kansas.
He ached to be back with Clark on the farm, even if it meant mucking out stalls and baling hay.
His mind wandered to the happy time he'd spent before the danger to Clark's secret identity had forced him to resume his role.
There had been days on end when he hadn't thought for a second of revenge, hadn't questioned anyone's motives, had let himself sink into the wonder of the world.
Now he was sitting at a desk in one of the highest towers in Metropolis, watching the clouds outside his office window and wondering if Clark was in them or looking at them. He licked his lips and turned back to his paper work.
He wouldn't trade knowing Clark was safe for anything, even the happiness of the farm in Kansas. As long as he was in Metropolis, no one suspected the innocent Clark Kent of being Superman. As long as he was in Metropolis, plotting and scheming and terrorizing, Clark was safe. Because as long as someone was doing something evil in the city, Superman stayed in the populace's eyes as a hero. But let the evil doings stop for even a second and suddenly he was a tyrant, a threat, and not a hero.
Without a Luthor to deflect attention from Clark Kent, the young ingenue reporter got too much press, took too much flack for reporting Superman's deeds, was looked at as a possible secret identity, or was pressed to reveal the secret identity of Superman.
As long as Lex stayed a Luthor, Clark Kent was safe.
And Lex Luthor was in Hell.
A/N: Excerpt at the beginning is from "The Phantom of the Opera" by Andrew Lloyd Webber. I am not ALW. I look nothing like ALW. I own nothing in this fic, except the concept.
