Chapter Two: Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

I.

Lucifer was terribly bored. Humans were so annoying, so fragile, so filthy, yet these very humans were his only source of entertainment (Hell could only amuse him for so long; Heaven, on the other hand, was forbidden to him).

He loved the unusual requests, and their aftermath, when he considered a deal worth making. The natural-born magic users sometimes left Lucifer to make the strangest deals.

("I wish to have an object that would increase my knowledge tenfold," stated a young raven haired maiden with a firm resolve.

"The price you pay in the end, my Lady, will be steep," Lucifer said with an amused smile dancing around his lips. "I hope you will understand, in the end, the cost of falsely earned wisdom and wit."

The demon gave the woman a kiss to seal the deal. A quick flash of white light, and in the woman's hands sat a diadem.

"Wit beyond measure is man's greatest treasure," she read aloud to herself.

Many years later, on the woman's deathbed, she would come realize the cost the diadem came with. Her daughter had fled several years before with the accursed headpiece, and she was content to let her roam. It was when her daughter's suitor never returned with the young heiress that she finally recognized the cost was her daughter.)

Yet, despite their ability to wield magic, it seemed they all fell to the same vices. It could be so boring.

("I want to be famous!"

"I want that woman!"

"Immortality!"

"Money!"

"Power!")

Lucifer was bored of it all. Until several deals came to him that he would use as a base for his own personal entertainment, that is.

II.

"I want to be famous," a lone wizard told the demon, "For slaying the Wagga Wagga Werewolf."

"As you wish, but I will take my toll at the end of your... adventure."

Several times of the next few months, Lucifer had been called to help the wizard find the werewolf, find weapons or a spell to kill said werewolf, and finally kill the wolf when the wizard proved unable.

It was pitiful.

Lucifer stared down at the trembling wizard, the oak and unicorn hair wand aimed towards him spoke volumes of the wizard's... bravery.

"We made a deal, Stepan," he said slowly, "You would be famous for destroying the werewolf, and I would collect my dues at the end."

"I-I don't care! I'm a wizard, and I'm above a creature like you!" declared the bumbling fool. "Now be gone! You'll get nothing from...me?"

Lucifer, already bored by the rant, had placed his hand on Stepan's head; his power flared to life as it sucked out the memories of the man. Oh, he could have stopped after the memories from the deal, but Stepan had annoyed him. Vindictively, Lucifer stole the memories of the man's life and left him with nothing.

III.

There would be several more witches and wizards like Marcus, and Lucifer would have a blast ruining their lives forever. He would also have several stories collected by now and published under the name of another deal breaker; the original Gilderoy Lockhart was mindlessly roaming the halls of a non-magical insane asylum after requesting to have Lucifer make him money. His name would at least make the original money, but Lucifer would be the one to enjoy it.

At least until something else came along to amuse him.