Lucifer hasn't been in Hell for the past five Earth years...
In that time, chaos ensued in the underworld without their torturer, their punisher, watching their every move...
God has had enough.
If Lucifer wasn't going to guard Hell, then he would just have to find someone else to fill in his shoes...
Dusk till Dawn
The Lux Bar and Nightclub was more alive than ever.
Lights blared from the windows and onto the dance floor. Women dancing on the verge of being naked were showing off their beautiful curves and figures to the men who whistled from their seats. The entire building was full of lust and alcohol and the music could've been heard from miles away. So, it was no surprise that there was a line stretching to the sidewalk crowding the side of the building, curving full of oddly dressed young men and women. The line stunk of desperation and anticipation of individuals and groups who glanced their phones worryingly, desperate to get into the high-end club before it got too late.
And in the lien full of skimpy-dressed ladies, drop-dead gorgeous men, and carelessly drunk others, lied one girl who stuck out of the crowd. Her body was covered from head to toe, not an inch of skin showing if it weren't for her face. A loose, deep grey hoodie that was much too big for her skinny figure hung over her body as if she was a coat rack, her black jeans showing faint stains of mud and fraying pieces of string from her endless journeying in them. On her back lied a black backpack, which she gripped the straps of fiercely.
In the crowd of brightly coloured clothes and wild eyes, the girl simply stood out.
After what felt like an eon of waiting, the girl reached the front of the line, where she met eye to eye with a strong, muscle-ridden man in black clothes. Without taking another look of her, he clenched his jaw and spoke.
"Go home kid." He spoke, his voice full of pure masculinity and authority. "We don't take underages."
"I'm... I'm not here to drink." The girl whispered, every word timidly leaving her mouth as her back twitched and trembled in anxiety. "Please... I... I just need to see him."
At her soft demenor, the man's tight postured softened by a fraction of an inch and he lowered his face down. Even he, the tough, seemingly destructable bouncer, had a soft spot for little girls who seemed to be lost. After all, who didn't?
"Listen, kid, I don't think you're very well aware of the fact that that building." The man waved his hands around a little in the general direction of Lux, his voice barely heard over the blaring music. "Is full of people that would tear apart a girl like you." The man shook his head and straightened his back, the moment of weakness in his demenor gone. "And besides, we got real, angry customers behind you."
At his dismissal of the girl, he immediately greeted the men and ladies who stood behind her, and with the swipe of their reservation passes, he let them through without a second thought. However, as he opened the velvet gate, the girl, without a moment of hesitation, rushed into the building. At the sight of her slender figure pushing past the front door, the security guard immediately widened his eyes and began to race after her, but within a second, she had already disappeared into the crowds of dancers and common folk.
After a few minutes of looking behind her back for the bouncer, the girl visibly relaxed and began to make her way through the crowd, her eyes adverting from looking at the views before her. She heard a scream and whipped her head behind her to see a man getting torn off of another man by some security guards. At the sight of authority, the girl's heartbeat spiked as she began speed walking away from the guards.
Within a minute, she reached a bar stool and scooted onto the seat, praying that she wouldn't be noticed by anyone. Her loniliness only lasted for thirty seconds.
"Scotch or whiskey?" A sudden, feminine voice questioned as the girl whipped her head towards the noise. Immediately in front of her lied a young, beautiful girl with rich dark hair and chocolate complexion. When the bar tender realized that she had the girl's attention, a smile curved onto her face. "You seem like a whiskey girl."
Without another word, the bar tender poured a rather tall glass of amber toned whiskey into a cup, a slight smirk on her face before she passed it over the girl, the smirk still on the drink maker's face as the girl politely pushed it away from her. "I... I don't really drink." the girl whispered, her voice barely audible over the music.
"Well, then, no point of coming to a night club, don't ya think?" the beautiful lady in front of her asked, raising an eyebrow. She gripped the side of the table and tilted her head ever so slightly. "In fact, judging by your constant adverting gaze, it seems like this is your first time in a club... which really does make me wonder just how old a little girl like you is-"
Without another word being said, a shock of visible panic rushed through the young girl's face as she widened her eyes as the bar tender simply laughed at the fear that she had caused the young girl. "You're hilarious." She stated as she grabbed the drink from the table and held it in her hands. "Don't worry... I don't really like to follow the rules anyway..."
At her words, the girl relaxed as the bar tender began to down the glass of whiskey, her throat chugging away as the girl cleared her throat and spoke up. "I... I came to see someone." She whispered softly as the bartender raised her eyebrows.
"Weird place to meet up with your friends." She replied as she tapped her chin. "Maybe we should change this place into 'LUX: Nightclub and Teenage Sleepover Hangout Area."
"His name is Lucifer." The girl whispered quickly, a little too quickly, as if she just wanted to get the words off of her tongue as quickly as possible.
"So you know Boss." The bar tender replied as she looked her up and down. "Are you sure that you're looking for the right person?" At the girl's quick nod, the bar tender simply shrugged. "It's just that Lucy doesn't really converse with people like... you." She glanced once more at the girls' face and shivered to add to her dramatic effect.
"I'm... I'm almost certain." The girl replied and drummed her fingers against the table. At her words, the lady leaned in close to the girl's face, her once cold eyes now vivid in power.
"Almost isn't good enough." She hissed and began to walk away when the girl widened her eyes and spoke up a little louder than she intended.
"Please! I need a favor!"
The girl didn't really know why she said those exact words. Something inside of her just... just told her that they were the right things to say. An instinct perhaps, or, even worse, a little voice inside of her head. And that voice scared her.
At her words, a smile once again landed on the bar tender's face as she grabbed yet another drink and began to pour herself another glass.
"Lucifer will be with you in a moment."
The girl let out a sigh of relief and nodded before she looked down at the counter. In her small time of silence, she finally obtained the chance to truly look at her surroundings. It smelled nice, something that the girl wasn't exactly expecting. It smelled like... lavender and alcohol, a combination that for some strange reason, the girl was quite fond of. The music that blared into her ears was loud and almost intoxicating, almost as if she was getting high just from listening to it.
"Ah, you're the girl that Mazie told me about." a sudden voice spoke up, shaking the girl out of her thoughts. She glanced up at the man with dark hair and tanned skin. Stubble was his facial hair and he was fairly handsome despite the strange, twisted look on his face. But there was something about his eyes that almost spoke to the girl in a sense. Something that just made the voice in her head go crazy that this was the man that she was searching for. The man that she didn't even know why she was looking for. "I should introduce myself, shouldn't I?" The tall man gave a rather elegant bow. "Lucifer Morningstar, at your service, my good lady."
The girl blinked before she spoke up. "Lucy." She replied without a second thought and shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
"Lucy?" Lucifer questioned, an eyebrow raised. "Just Lucy? No extravagent last name?"
Lucy simply shook her head. "Just Lucy." she whispered back, her voice no louder than that of an ant's.
"Ah, well, that's quite fine." Lucifer replied, a sleek smile on his face as he rubbed his hands together. "Well then, Lucy, how may I be at your service?"
Lucy opened her mouth for a moment before she closed it. Truth be told, she didn't know why she was looking for Lucifer Morningstar. It was that damn voice in her head, just whispering to her that this was the way to go. That by finding Lucifer, all of her answers would be answered. That Lucifer would help her understand.
But Lucy just didn't know how to explain it to him. She didn't know how to tell the man her thoughts, her feelings, the voice in her head, in words.
"Ah, maybe we've come at this in the wrong way." Lucifer continued and swirled the cup of alcohol in his hand. "What we should really start with, is me asking you this." He cleared his throat, blinked once, before he looked intensely into the young girl's eyes. "What's your deepest desire... Lucy?"
The man was staring at the girl so deeply, so full of force and power, that it was straight up creepy to Lucy. Her eyes widened as she scooted back in her chair a little, slightly beginning to untrust the voice in her head. Did her head really just lead her to the ultimate creep?
"You're... creepy." Lucy replied, dodging his question all together as Lucifer simply drew his back, looking visably confused as he set his jaw.
"Really? Most women find me quite... attractive, if I do say so myself."
"She's a kid, boss!" the bar tender called out she made yet another drink for herself.
"Why yes, that's another thing." Lucifer took a sip of his concoction. "What are you doing here, child?"
"I came to find you." Lucy replied almost immedaitely as Lucifer simply shrugged at her words. "I... I need your help."
"Of course you do, everyone wants to strike a deal with a devil." Lucifer replied as he downed his drink. But his words didn't confuse Lucy. In fact, it didn't even startle her, if anything, it only made everything more clear. It made her realize that this really was the man that she needed, desperately.
"Is it true?" she whispered softly as she drew her head a little closer.
"Everything you heard about me is true, darling." Lucifer replied as he raised his glass to get another shot of liquor. "So tell me, Lucy, why do you need a favor?"
Lucy blinked quickly and spoke before she had the chance to think over her words. Maybe she said it like that because she was desperate for answers, or perhaps she just really trusted the man. Trusted what he said. For some reason, she wouldn't bet on the latter.
"I need you to cut off my wings."
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