Who would have ever thought that he and I are so different and yet there are certain details that follow parallel? All those years, people change and yet those rumors don't change at all. He and I have nothing in common that can be assured. Alright, except the accent and being called 'The Prince of Darkness'.

Here I am, sitting in an office that I've established on my own and have decided to recruit a secretary, trying to avoid chaos in my office however possible, I barely see a difference from before. "Vlad, Officer Buchard from the LAPD is on the line. He would like to speak to you over a special case." Called my secretary miss Murphy.

With a gesture of my hand and a sigh I took the phone to my ear. "What's this I hear, Buchard? A special case for me? So far I know it isn't Christmas or my birthday, usually you hand me these cases that are too weird in your opinion." I laughed wryly.

"That's because you are a weird guy who is used to such things, detective Davies." Chuckled Buchard. "Come on over when you got the time, it's best explained in person."

"Got it, I'll be there in 20 minutes." I confirmed and hung up the phone.

"So, helping another case with the police?" Wondered Miss Murphy while pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"That's about it. I'll let you know as soon as possible when I'm back. Otherwise you know the drill." Quickly grabbed my coffee black fedora before heading out of my office, a trench coat is not necessary in LA due to its warm and mild climate. Once seated in my grey Jaguar XJ and turned the key, the engine purred to life softly. Within the estimated time I stood in front of Officer Buchard's desk.

"Glad you came Davies, take a seat." He gestured to an empty chair. Buchard is one of the oldest detectives around and hence very polite compared to the new generation. In a year or two he will be retired if my calculations are correct.

"I'll stand if you don't mind. Tell me, what makes it weird this time?" I smirked at him as I stood beside him.

"Here's the case. Tell me what you think." He handed to me a folder with multiple photos of a dead victim and two pages long written report. I placed out the pictures and looked at them carefully for specific details that the LAPD will easily oversee or misinterpret with something ridiculous. The victim was male, Caucasian and in his beginning 20s. Wore a shirt with concert dates and splattered with blood, his eyes were closed and was lying sideways. Blood came out the victim's mouth, nose and an open wound at the inner thigh. The environment looks too clean for the victim to die on the spot, at a local bus station. If blood loss was part of the victim's death, then where is the rest unless a-

"Come on Detective Decker, you know perfectly what was going on." Spoke a man in British English with a composed voice. "You seriously think that I had a hand in it?"

His accent caught my attention and looked up to see. At another desk not far stood a man and a woman, the woman who I presume is Detective Decker had her arms crossed while facing the tall dark haired man. The only British accents I hear here in LA are the tourists but this one looks far from a tourist. From his clothes I gather he is financially successful, his body-language gestures to self-confidence or arrogance and his tone and choice of words a complex character with a good amount of intellect or least learned well his vocabularies. Slowly I leaned down to Buchard without losing my sight of the man. "Who is that man with Detective Decker?" I whispered.

"That's Decker's sort of helping friend, it's complicated so she explained. His name is Lucifer Morningstar."

"Lucifer Morningstar?" I blinked surprised at Buchard.

He nodded. "My thoughts exactly."

"Well I will certainly take back that my name is horrible." I thought out loud. An urge grew in me to walk up to him and discuss over a personal matter but the time and place is not right.

"What are you talking about, Davies? Your name is just fine."

"Thanks Buchard. Do you mind if take this?" I folded the folder closed.

"It's yours, it's a copy. Keep me posted will ya?"

"I surely will." I winked and was about to leave. As I turned to face the direction I wanted to head I almost walked into the tall dark man who goes by the name Lucifer.

He smirked at me. "Glad to know that some else speaks a similar accent like me. Are you British?"

I smirked. "What do you think?"

"I think you are-" He squinted his eyes as if he senses something on me. "Pardon the behavior but I sense something unusual from you, like… Oh, you're no demon of mine. You've made a deal and it's an old contract, older than you look. Interesting. Would you care join me for a drink? You look like an interesting person to me."

"I'm working on a case. Another time perhaps." I was about to walk off but Lucifer stopped me by holding my arm. "I didn't catch you name."

I shook off his hand. "You will know soon enough." And walked off to solve the case that requires greater attention than my personal concerns. Once back in my office I reviewed the photos and report and made notes to list my theories. No matter which theory there still basic facts missing, the police oversaw too quickly the neighborhood of the crime scene. I need to see the bus station closer if they oversaw any important facts. Simply via google maps I found the bus station was not too far from a nightclub called LUX that is owned by Lucifer Morningstar. Perhaps I will catch up that drink with him faster than expected. Since in the victim's system there was alcohol involved. I best be going now before the club opens with all the noise that deafens my ears. Within the hour I stood at the entrance the night club, took a deep breath and walked in. Followed the way that soon ended at the bar, there stood a young tanned woman. "We're closed." She noted calmly.

"Lucifer Morningstar offered me a drink that I refused at the time and thought I could catch it up now." I walked up to the bar.

"If he said so, I'm sure you won't have to wait long. Did he mention anything further than just a drink?" She poured a glass.

"At least a chat, noting I am an interesting person to him." I leaned against the bar and quickly wrote my notes what I have gathered from the bus station before.

She took a sip. "Are you?"

"Everyone perceives differently." I smirked briefly.

"You tell me." She sighed and briefly raised her eyebrows.

"Well for instance, I can hear your heart beating calmly in my presence. A bit too calm, I think I bore you and should best leave and never return. Wondering what Lucifer sees in me that could be so interesting. Your blood may appear normal at first sight but the truth is different with you; there is a good pinch of brimstone in your blood. So I perceive from that point that you are a demon from hell, helping Lucifer. I haven't failed to notice that he is the devil in person, doubted his name like many others around him but as I scented his blood I knew." I grinned as I read on her face her second thoughts.

"What are you? You're no human." She remained calm and composed.

"I'm no demon or an angel." Her reaction is amusing to watch. "Lucifer sensed a part of me correctly, I presume you can too."

"Maze, thank you for keeping him in good company while I was away. So sorry to keep you waiting but I did not expect you to come so soon after a refusal. Which poison would you like?" Lucifer approached and sat on the next stool of the bar.

"I didn't expect it either, Lucifer. A case has brought me here besides a drink." I turned to him.

"I see; you're one of those controlling type. Come on, just one drink and I'll tell you everything."

I gave a scoff. "The preparation of the drink is not easy. I think it's best I pass and let's discuss first business. After that we can come to the personal matters."

"This is too fun and your business sounds really boring at the moment. Let's start with your name since you know mine already."

"You enjoy yourself too much of this mystery that I have." I scoffed. "If I told you my name it would ruin the whole surprise." I grinned. "Let's go back on our first encounter. You mentioned that I made an old contract. You are right."

Lucifer blinked. "But then it means that you are older than you look."

"Don't you too?"

Lucifer laughs. "I'm immortal, sort of."

"I could say the same." I grinned and leaned an elbow upon the bar.

"I know you're no angel, demon or even human."

"You're getting there. Alas I never got the demon's name but did give me what I at the time so foolishly wanted and took that what he needed from me."

"Your soul?"

"I thought that too at first but it was something else that every mortal has; that I hunger for. Also one of the reasons why I've decided to the help police when they have an odd case, actually anything involved with the supernatural and the unexplainable." I threw a short glance to the woman who Maze then back to Lucifer. He is indeed an entertaining character with intellect.

"He can sense more than a human. He can hear your heart beating and smell the blood under your skin." Maze reminded Lucifer what she learned from me.

"Thanks very much for the clue, Maze but that won't bring me any further." He gestured with a hand to leave. She left without hesitation. "Come on, this game of yours is fun. Give me a clue to continue. Oh, you hadn't said what drink you want." He walked around the bar, ready to prepare the drink I would utter.

I smiled. "Fresh human blood."

Lucifer smiled and blinked with a suppressed scoff. "Is it what I think it is? A vampire? You're a real vampire?"

"As real as you are, Lucifer."

"Well then, you're the first vampire I've encountered in person." He smiles.

"And it's the first time I meet you in person. I must ask, did you force the demon to do the offer on me or was it the demon's own doing?"

Lucifer laughs. "Since you can't recall a name of one of my associates, you will have to give yours."

I scoffed. "Fine, since I'm in a charitable mood today-"

"Since when is anyone charitable to the devil?" He scoffed.

"My name is Vlad Dracula."

Lucifer scoffed with a broad grin. "The Dracula?"

"Not like the ones in the movies." I sighed. "I don't understand why an Irishman thought I should inhabit the rank of a count when I was in history a prince and king." I held up my hand to show him my ring. "You should work on your deduction; this is proof that I am a Dracula."

"I wasn't thinking of that rest assured." He laughed. "Your torturing methods did amaze me back in the day you were a mortal. I've put them in good use in my establishment. But it is interesting to not have heard from a demon making a deal with you. What did the demon offer to you in order to have your blood?" He slightly leaned over the bar.

"Why does it matter?"

"Just answer."

"Don't you have a thorough control of your associates?" I raised an eyebrow in doubt.

Lucifer clenches his teeth. "Just answer my question."

I sighed. "The demon promised me to have great powers to defeat my enemies and protect my people, having the strength of ten men, control the element fire and being able to fly by transforming my arms into wings."

Lucifer stares at me. "That was no demon of mine." He whispers in disbelief.

"Then who's demon if not yours? I've met the eldest vampire and he went through the similar procedure only without a deal, he was forced. He and I have a hint of brimstone in our blood aside its potential power."

Lucifer slowly began to shake his head. "It can't be. No demon is powerful enough to offer such a deal unless, it was discussed with me in advance and I, would never forget such an offer!"