Lucifer

Chapter 1

Hell hath no ruler

“City of Angels... or demons in this case.”

Lucifer couldn’t believe what he’d been missing all this time. All his desires in one beautiful place. He stood six foot tall, and he would have your mind running in different directions with his jet black hair and wildly beautiful green eyes. He wore only the finest Louis Vuitton suits; however, occasionally he would come across one he liked by Dolce & Gabbana. He liked to keep his look clean and pressed. He is a businessman; after all, he’s been making deals his whole life.

He was almost taken aback by the lights and sounds when he saw the bright, white lights.

“Father is that you?”

Lucifer squinted his eyes then was suddenly met with a front bumper, which sent him flying through the windshield of a new Mercedes. As he bounced off the windshield of the car, he flipped himself upright and landed on his feet, quite delicately.

Screams from passerby’s who’d seen the incident only fueled his ego. He threw his head back and laughed in the middle of the street between stopped traffic. The driver emerged from the vehicle, panicked.

“Sir! Sir? Are... you okay? How did you...”

“Oh, no worries, I’m fine! I am the devil after all. Invincible, immortal, devilishly handsome.”

“I don’t understand. I hit you with my car. How are you not hurt?”

“Did you not just hear me?” Lucifer rolled his eyes and sighed. “Forget it. I have a world to explore! Good evening, friend.”

Lucifer dusted off his shoulder nonchalantly and smiled as he turned to walk away.

I wonder what kind of trouble a devil could get in around here.

After a long night of partying, drugs, and several women he couldn’t quite remember, Lucifer woke in a million dollar home, naked. He examined the room carefully; ten women, six men, and half of them were still tied up. He smiled and closed his eyes as he reveled in this masterpiece. Too bad he’d never see them again. He grabbed his Italian leather shoes, his jacket and pants, and made his way for the door.

“Lucifer! Are you leaving so soon?” Said one of his gorgeous women, who’d somehow figured out how to remove her own ball gag.

“Oh, darling, I can’t stay. The day is just beginning and I have so much to do,” he smirked and fixed his tie as he walked out of the gorgeous house.

Lucifer knew he would have to act fast, he knew the humans made it impossible to live without their precious money. He needed to figure out how he’d be able to sustain a continuing life here on Earth; he knew he wasn’t going back to hell.

He had already managed to talk his way into a beautiful restored 65’ Mustang fastback— candy apple red of course. He slid into the seat of his beautiful vehicle and headed into the city.

He looked around for what seemed like hours and finally saw exactly what he needed. A building for sale on the corner of the busiest street in Los Angeles. He called the number and spoke to the woman selling the building and set up a meeting that evening.

Now it’s time for the fun to begin. A devil could get used to this.

“Well, Mr. Morningstar, what do you think?”

The realtor was eager to sell. She was dressed in a lovely Louis Vuitton pantsuit, blush pink. Her heals were stylish and classy. Her hair was to her mid-back, black as ebony. Her makeup was flawless. She was truly beautiful. Lucifer didn’t seem to mind.

“Yes, it’s perfect. I’ll take it.”

“You can take me any time.” The realtor threw her hands over her mouth, embarrassed.

“Oh, is that right darling?” Lucifer grinned widely and looked into her eyes, “Is that what you desire, my dear?” He gazed into her eyes for a few moments and she stammered.

“I... I... I just want to let out my naughty side.” Again, she turned blood red and covered her mouth.

“It’s fine, love, people like to tell me things.” He put his hand at the small of her back and grinned, “You did mention a penthouse, didn’t you?”

She couldn’t speak. She was enamored and mumbled as she stared back into his eyes, locked into his gaze. After a moment, she bit her bottom lip and nodded.

“Excellent.” He picked her up and carried her back up to the top of his new penthouse.

When Lucifer woke the next morning, he was excited to begin his adventure as a nightclub owner. He loved to drink, he loved to have sex with random women, and he loved drugs. Mostly because nothing really effected him like it did your average human; which only pissed him off on occasion.

He hired six crews to turn it into what he wanted and they were finished within the same week.

Now to find some trusty staff members.

Lucifer wasn’t sure where to start, but he was determined. He jumped in his Mustang and headed to the radio stations in his area. He didn’t care who worked as long as he could focus on his fun. Nothing would get in the way of that.

When he arrived back at the club he was met with a line of 25 or so people waiting to get in. He looked at them all and smiled, “Hello! Welcome to Lucks, where you can drink to hour hearts content and have a banging time! Unfortunately we’re still looking for staff so we aren’t open. If anybody would like a job, please come on in!”

To his surprise, only three people left. “Well then, come on in.”

The interviews were interesting. Considering Lucifer could draw out their true desires, he had no trouble finding help that wasn’t awful.

“So, tell me about yourself,” he gazed into the young woman’s eyes and smiled brightly, “Why do you desire the job, darling?”

“I... I have a drinking problem and I think this is a good way to feed into that.” She squealed before clamping her hands over her mouth.

“Thank you, next!”

“Same question, young man. Why do you desire the job?” He cocked his head sideways and smiled as he stared into the boys eyes.

“I... I just want to be a bartender so I can prove my family wrong beca—“

“Oh, shut it, you’re hired.”

The boy squinted his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows but shrugged and said, “Okay, when do I start?”

“Tomorrow, be here by 9.”

“Who drinks at 9AM?”

“I do, now go I have more people to interview.”

The boy stood, shook Lucifer’s hand, and thanked him for the job. “See you tomorrow Mr. Morningstar!”

The rest of the interviews were essentially a repeat of the first five, and Lucifer was growing tired of listening to these humans go on and on. Out of 25 people, he found 5 that were good enough to make the place work for now. Lucifer was tired, and needed a drink. He gave $500 to the last interviewer to stay and make him drinks for a few hours.

He paid some people to get the word out and some more people to do all the business-y work. Finally he could get back to his fun.

Lucifer spent the next few weeks partying and doing plenty of various drugs and random women. Until one dreadful evening, he was sitting in his circular red leather VIP booth surrounded by gorgeous women, all dying to show him a good time, when time suddenly slowed to a near halt.

“Oh, Amenadiel, so NOT lovely to see you. What do you want? Did you come for the booze? Finally switching to the dark side, brother? This is the city of angels... or demons I’m this case, didn’t you know?”

The heavenly man that stood before him looked down with disgust, “No, Lucy. I’m not here to encourage your continual downward spiral. I’m here to take you back to hell.” He flexed his enormous muscles and crossed his arms behind himself.

Lucifer threw his head back and laughed. When he looked at Amenadiel, his eyes were bright, blood red. “And how do you propose you’re going to accomplish that, brother. Do you plan to fight me?”

Amenadiel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “Lucy I have no desire to fight you, but father will not be merciful for long.”

“To hell with our father. He cast me into hell in the first place, why should I care about his big-headed-divine self?”

Amenadiel looked at him with narrow eyes, “Lucifer, this is not up for—“

“No! You know what, when’s the last time anybody heard from dear ole’ dad anyway? Oh right. Never! I don’t care anymore! Leave me, now!” Lucifer was standing, yelling angrily.

Amenadiel stood there not phased by his brothers temper tantrum. He had plenty of experience with the wild outbursts. “Whatever you say, Lucy.” He opened his wings and was gone before anyone knew he was there.

Time went back to normal and four very annoyed women all fell on each other at the same time. Lucifer turned around and smiled haphazardly. “My apologies ladies, my brother is so rude.”

Each of them looked around for whom he might’ve been talking about. They each stood slowly and walked away.

“Blast, that bastard is always chasing my women away.”

No matter to Lucifer, he was tired anyway. He ended his partying early that night and snuck off to his penthouse in peace, alone for the first time in weeks. He was almost thrilled for a break. Until the gunshots started going off.