+Prologue+
His arms rested against the balcony glass, a finger of whisky laid lazily in his hand, almost waiting to be dropped. His eyes looked across the expansive view from his expensive penthouse. They scanned slowly, back and forth, along the bright colourful lights, nothing compared to his stars hanging in the sky. He breathed deeply, his mind somewhere else, his eyes unseeing.
Footsteps echoed against the marble flooring, unable to catch his attention, unable to take his thoughts away from the dark parts of his mind. The footsteps stopped behind him, waiting, anticipating. He blinked slowly, unconcerned with the demon behind him, unconcerned with the state of his life at the moment. Nothing seemed to matter, after all he had tried everything this world had to offer him. As much as there was left from the last time he visited. But this time was supposed to be different, this time he was going to stay, but why stay when everything was just as boring as it was in hell? It didn't matter anyways, there was nothing left for him here, but there was nothing there for him there either.
"I don't know what to do…" He breathed a sigh. He never thought he would reach that point, where there was nothing else he could do.
"We could go back to Hell?" Mazikeen hesitantly suggested, knowing the thin rope she was walking on at the moment.
"Please, that place was not my home, and the more time that passes Los Angeles is also becoming my home less and less." He stated sadly. He had believed that he had finally found where he belonged. Funny how all that could disappear in the blink of an eye, or the snap of fingers.
"Then… what?" Maze said, just as lost as her Lord. She watched him with utter loyalty in her eyes, trusting that he would come up with the perfect idea.
He had spent a short 5 years on Earth his longest stay since the 1700's. This time was nothing compared to then, unhappy place still but in a different way now. Earth had gotten quite boring around the same time, but at that point in his life he wasn't completely resenting Hell like he did now. His eyes narrowed, the frustration sat in, a flash of red passed through his eyes, so fast it appeared it wasn't even there.
He sipped from his glass, savouring the woody taste it provided. He knew he wouldn't be able to get drunk like the humans but the taste brought him a comfort in itself.
"J̸̗͔̮̜̭̻̭͔͔̓̓͜͝͝f̸̡̱̩̝̣̭̅̓̆̈̔̌͠ͅj̶̢̝͉̦͌̈́̀́̋̔̅f̶̛̪͈̩͍̫̮͇̘̑̔̌̍͐̉̐ͅͅį̵͇̼̬̙͂̐͐̒͌͒̀͂́͑ͅk̴͙̱̊͛̊͒͝d̷̺̞͍̫͙̈́̐͠k̷͔̯̥͓͊̔̂͝s̵̡̛̟̘̝̝̝̯̞̮̟̀̄f̸̧̛̥̬͓̯̥̭̀̎̈́̊̇͝͝d̸̼̲͆́͗͆̈́̚j̴̢̛̛͈̳̪̖̙͈͉̺̓̈́̐͘f̷̺̮͎̫̋͒̎̓͌̿̈́̓͋͠n̷͖͌̂̆͋͂̓͐͛̀" He cussed in the ancient language dedicated to Hell.
This was unacceptable to him, he had never struggled with something like this. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes, determined to think of a solution to his problem. There had to be a way out of this situation without having to go back to Hell, but with having the exhilaration of power in Hell. He gasped, that was it!
"Oh I think things just got interesting Mazikeen!" His eyes blazed wildly, promising mischief.
"What?" She asked, confused.
"We, Mazikeen, are going to bring Hell on Earth." He smirked.
To Be Continued...