Miles Edgeworth did not make a habit of frequenting shady establishments in downtown Los Angeles, the only reason he had set foot in the bar known as The Lux, was because he wanted to forget and not be recognized. It was early enough in the day that barely anyone else was present, so the usually loud bar was eerily silent. The silence wasn't as pleasant as it would usually be because it allowed Gant's words to replay in his head uninterrupted
"You despise criminals. I can feel it. You and me... we're the same."
Edgeworthclenched his fist around the glass he was drinking from, the more he thought about it the more right Gant seemed. Gant, Von Karma, had they been like him when they started only to become as corrupt as the ones they fought to put away? What if Edgeworth really was like them, and it was only a matter of time before his path became the same?
"Well." The man behind the bar began "That's an ugly expression on your face isn't it," The man spoke with a thick English accent and seemed amused by Edgeworth's internal struggle. "Strike that, It just got uglier," The man chuckled "Most people don't come into a bar to glare at the owner Prosecutor Edgeworth."
"I don't recall telling you my name," Edgeworth began "nor do I recall asking your opinion."
"Ah, but the innermost thoughts of mortals are always my business."
"Beg pardon?"
"Pardon granted" the man stuck out his hand and flashed what could be called a friendly smile, if not for the glint of hellfire behind it, "Lucifer. Lucifer Morningstar. And you're Miles Edgeworth, the young prodigy, I've been watching you."
Edgeworth looked up at the strange bartender for the first time, he looked like any other person but there was something unsettling about him that sent a chill down Edgeworth's spine.
Wait did he say his name was-
"Morningstar, you said your name was."
"The one and only."
Edgeworth smirked, "I've heard of you. You're the one who claims to be the devil, you're always following detective Decker around like a lost pup."
"Lost Pup?! And I don't claim to be anything! I really am The devil! Samael! The Rebellious son!"
"A delusional man in a bar."
"I'm not the only one then, you came here for a reason now what is it?"
"That's none of your business."
"Oh, I think it is 'Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth Chooses Death.' Ring a bell?"
Edgeworth froze "How-?"
"How isn't important, what is important is 'what.' what are you going to do? Because the next choice you make is going to determine everything so tell me truthfully. What, Miles Edgeworth Prodigy Prosecutor, do you truly desire?" Lucifer's eyes seemed to flash red for a moment.
Edgeworth felt uneasy, the words slipped out before he could stop them. "I don't know. I don't even know who I am anymore."
"Well, that's a start, bit cliche but it's a start. Don't you think, that you should figure out your own desires, get your life together maybe before you decide to do anything drastic? Because I'll tell you this there's no reincarnation, you get one chance and that's it, so if I were you I'd think long and hard about what you're going to do next."
"You claim to be the devil and you're trying to talk someone out of suicide? Not making a good case for your real identity."
"Oh, why does everyone always think that? My job is punishment. People who do evil are left to me to be punished, it's not my job to tell some random court man with a sad fashion sense that the wrong path is actually the right one. And beyond that, I truly don't know why I'm standing here trying to help you. Maybe because of Miss Decker, maybe dear old dad is rubbing off on me, however, I'm not the one on trial here. You are. It's your choice what happens when you leave here tonight, I'd think it through carefully," Lucifer grinned again, "Have a good night Miles." With that Lucifer disappeared into a back room.
Edgeworth sat alone, with his thoughts, after a few minutes he stood up and left the bar, from there he took a cab to the airport, Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth Chooses death, now to see what sort of man would rise in his place