In Los Angeles it's not completely ridiculous for a successful and flashy entrepreneur to give himself an over the top alter ego. So when I met the handsome and charming club owner who called himself Lucifer Morningstar, I can't say I was all that taken aback by the persona.
Despite his slightly smarmy attitude (honestly to be expected in his line of work), he seemed a decent guy (by LA standards) and I was only looking to fill a couple of lonely nights, so 'Why not?' I told myself. But after a series of odd visions in my periphery and seemingly being stalked by said man, I was beginning to think I may have bit off a little more than I was willing to chew.