Disclaimer: I don't own Lucifer or Vampire the Masquerade, they are owned by FOX, maybe DC comics as well, and White Wolf Publishing respectively.

Nomad-117: Yeah, sorry about this. Apparently I have the attention span of a toaster. Watched a few clips of that, remembered bits of that and… tada?

Summary: The Lux is a popular nightclub in Los Angeles. Thing is it attracts more than just humans.

Morningstar of the Final Nights

The Lux was as lively as ever, dozens of people mingled together and danced to the rhythm of the music or sat at the bar and consumed large quantities of alcohol. Lucifer belonged to the latter category as he leaned against the counter and surveyed all the people that had gathered here this evening.

Eyes glinting with satisfaction he had already spotted a few potential candidates to keep him 'company' for the night. Every time one human took him up on his offer to give in to their carnal desires, he felt vindicated in his belief that they were simply delightful creatures.

There were so many things to tempt them with, and more often than not they would give into that temptation. The only way he could be more fond of them was if they were to discard those foolish notions of blaming him for all their little failings.

And speaking of humans, they were not the only beings to frequent his club. He was not speaking of Maze or Amenadiel or even his mother, entertaining or infuriating as they often were. Oh no, he was referring to beings that were far more bound to this earth than any of them were.

He had spotted her the moment she entered his club. The pale skin starkly contrasting with the tanned look of most people in his club, the way she held herself. It was obvious, one of the Kindred had entered his club. A Ventrue unless he was mistaken. She now was sitting in a little booth in the corner, drink in front of her untouched.

Everyone who approached her was sent away, and unsurprisingly they obeyed her commands. He wouldn't be surprised if she was using her own abilities on the mortals around them. Still, he was curious why the Kindred simply sat in her little corner and stared morosely at the drink in front of her. So curious in fact, that he didn't question why he made his way towards her.

"Hello, my dear, is something the matter?" He asked her cheerfully, devilish mischief dancing in his eyes at the prospect of drawing out her desires.

He was somewhat disappointed when the woman didn't even look up at him. "Please, go away." She requested softly, her voice sounding downright frail, but he could still feel the supernatural persuasion in her voice. Given who he was though, he took note of it and wasn't bothered in the slightest.

"Now that is hardly the way to greet your host now is it, little Kindred?" He asked, amused at her attempt to influence him of all people. Though to be fair, she most likely had no idea who he was. Now she looked up though, whether it was because he was unaffected by her discipline, or because he knew what she was, he did not know.

"H-how?" The cute little quiver to her voice only served to widen the friendly if mischievous smirk on his face.

"How did I resist your little attempt of domination? Or how do I know what you are?" He questioned her idly, and sat down in front of her.

"No! I mean… yes." The kindred answered, obviously uncertain how to deal with a situation like this. Her awkwardness made her only more endearing in his eyes.

"Oh that's quite simple, its simply who I am. Lucifer Morningstar at your every service my dear." He replied, voice filled with innuendo and promises of endless pleasure.

"Lucifer? Like the d-de-"

"The devil?" That particular question never got old. "Yes, the very same my dear. And to whom have I the pleasure of speaking with?"

"Abigail Wright." The woman replied looking him directly in the eye, and despite the fact that she no longer felt the need to breathe, she looked rather winded. Undoubtedly thanks to his own abilities that made him all but irresistible to most people, the supernatural included in most cases.

"Abby, may I call you Abby?" He asked her smoothly and waited for her to nod until he continued. "Tell me Abby… what do you desire?" Her breaths got more shallow and he held her gaze with his own eyes until she succumbed to his powers. They always did, except for a lovely detective he'd met, but she was a special case.

"Life… I wish I'd never gotten turned. I want to see the sun again. I want to see my family again… I want to grow old… I don't want to survive all the people I love." Abigail admitted with a weak whimper clearly distraught by her situation. Lucifer for his part frowned at that tidbit of news.

"You were turned against your will?" He asked for clarification, all the while searching her face for any hints of a lie while also allowing his influence to leave her.

"Y-yes." Her voice quivered again, and she visibly sagged in her chair, as if she'd been drained of whatever strength she had left.

"I see… but is that the only thing that bothers you?" He asked, her feeling that there was more to it than what she said.

"I am… Its said that we are descendants of Cain… the first murderer."

"Yeah that one is actually true." He told her and she looked up at him in shock, though why he did not know since it was practically a Sunday school required story. Everyone and their mother knew that tale, but what he said next was delivered with a shrug of his shoulders. "But just because your forebear was a murderer does not make you one yourself." Yet, or perhaps never, but every vampire Lucifer had ever met always ended up killing someone at some point. He still held out hope though.

"No… it's just… my soul is damned, isn't it? When I'm killed I will go to hell." The young vampire moaned, and allowed her head to hit the table's surface. "I never believed those stories but now?"

"Then why start now?" Lucifer demanded to know, and looked at her, unimpressed. "What makes you think that you'll end up in my old realm?"

"You really believe that you're the devil?" Abigail questioned with a look that made it clear that she thought that he was missing a few screws. She wouldn't be the first to believe that.

"That's because I am. Is it truly so inconceivable for a newly turned vampire?" He asked and rolled his eyes. "Typical, now back to the matter at hand. Why do you think you deserve hell?"

"I am a vampire! I am damned. I-"

"Again, says who? My realm isn't filled with the souls of every vampire that died. You don't end up in hell for such trivial things as to what you are. What you do is far more important." Lucifer shot back and scoffed. "Even my father wouldn't be as cruel as that. Hell is full enough as it is. Believe me I know, and I can't imagine that it got better since I quit."

"But the bible-"

"The bible is a book written by humans, and as you know, humans are fallible. Personally I blame the bible for the low opinion humans seem to have of me." Lucifer shot back with a little heat in his voice. "Always so quick to blame me for all that went wrong in their lives. 'The devil did it! The devil made me do it!' When will they understand that I never forced anyone to do anything? They are responsible for their own choices, and I think they are scared to accept that responsibility."

"Are you really the devil?" Abigail asked him slowly and lifted her head as to look him in the eye.

"I am Lucifer Morningstar, lord of hell, or the devil if you prefer but yes, I am."

Her eyes gained a desperate edge. "And if I were to make a deal with you… would I damn my soul in doing so?"

"That usually depends on what you ask of me. Though unlikely I have no need of more souls in my old homestead." Lucifer told her truthfully and leaned back. "I have a feeling I know what you are going to ask. However I have a suggestion. Go home for tonight and think about it. Really think about it. And if you still feel the same way, I will do everything in my power to grant your request."

"And what will it cost me?" The young woman asked fearfully only to receive a charming grin from the devil.

"Nothing you wouldn't be willing to give." He assured her and stood up, offering his hand to the recently Embraced woman. "Now, chop chop. Let's go, I'll escort you to your taxi." Without complaint, the vampire stood up and followed him obediently, hesitantly taking his offered hand, almost as if in trance. It didn't take him long to find the cab he had been looking for. Marching towards it and opening a door for the Kindred behind him, he waited until she was comfortably seated in the back before he closed the door and walked over to the open window on the driver's side of the car.

The pale man who wore sunglasses even in the middle of the night seemed to grow even paler at the sight of him. "M-mr. Morningstar I-"

"Hello, Cain." Lucifer greeted him smoothly, uncaring of the terror he caused in the other immortal. "I have a favour to ask of you."

"O-of course."

"You will bring the lady to her home, and ensure she returns to me tomorrow night. She and I have made a deal, and it will not be influenced in any way. Do this and I'll call us… even." Lucifer finished lowly, and allowed his eyes to burn bright red for a split second before allowing their mundane color to return.

"Right away." Cain replied hastily, and started up the motor and drove off in a way that made it seem like he wasn't trying to get as far away from him as fast as possible, and failing. Lucifer though had already turned his back to him and walked back into his club, the smile never leaving his face.

"Willing to forsake immortality for the sake of your loved ones, hmm?" He mused quietly to himself and chuckled. "Truly delightful creatures."

Author Notes:

Nomad-117: I hope that this spur of the moment things was at least somewhat entertaining. Till next time.