The room, if you could call it that, was in an abandoned house in the middle of nowhere. The walls were in a terrible state and the floor and ceiling were scarcely better. The house reeked of damp and decay and yet it was far from empty. A large group of dark-robed individuals were standing in what once must have been the living room. They were arranged in a loose semi-circle, facing the one person who was most definitely out of place. The person in question, a man with auburn hair and a self-confident smirk, had his hands in his pockets and was clearly unwelcome. "Hey guys, didn't hear there was a club meeting today," he said, ignoring the wands that were now drawn on him.
"Who the hell are you, and how did you find out about this place?" one cloaked figure demanded, advancing a step with wand raised.
"Well, who I am isn't all that important." The man said, shrugging. "And as for how I heard about this place, well, let's just say a multidimensional birdie told me."
A shimmer seemed to run through the house and the cloaked figure seemed to go back in time thirty seconds. "Who the hell are you, and how did you find out about this place?" the cloaked figure repeated, advancing forward just as he had thirty seconds prior.
"Right, right," the foreigner sighed. "In-nay on the ulti-dimensional may. That's annoying."
"If you don't start talking we'll curse you inside out," came another threat.
"You know, I really don't think that I like being threatened in this universe either." The auburn haired man mused. He drew one hand from his pocket and held his thumb and middle finger together. "Goodbye."
With that, he snapped. He had intended to disintegrate the wizard into a small pile of dust. What actually happened however was that the man exploded thus splattering everyone around them with blood and gore. The others in the house, presumably the man's friends, made a simultaneous noise of horror, some of them even screaming.
"Now that we have established I am not to be messed with, let's have a little chit chat shall we?" Lucifer, for that is who it was, asked with a pleasant smile as he casually wiped blood off of his face and picked a piece of liver out of his hair. "For starters: you all work for me now. Unless you'd prefer to take it up with your old boss, which I can easily arrange for you."
He held up his fingers once more and, as one, the hooded figures took a large step back. Two of them even Apparated away in fear. Lucifer frowned at this, taking a mental note. "H-how?" one timid voice asked from the mass. "Where was your wand?"
"Oh, you mean your little magic stick?" Lucifer asked, reaching down to pick up the wand of the man he had killed. "Yeah, guess I do need to use one of these from now on. Such a shame, but them's the breaks. Now, to answer your question: I'm not answering that."
"What do you want then?"
Lucifer beamed at the one who had asked this. "This guy has the right idea! You see, who I am, how I got here, all not important. But what I want, now that is important. You see, ladies and gentlemen, it has come to my attention that people like you, those who don't agree with current laws are grossly underrepresented. Where's the publicity? I heard about those guys Cursing jewelry. I mean, seriously? That's the best you can do?"
"What would you have us do, go kill Aurors right in the middle of the street?" an angry voice, the same one who had originally asked what he wanted, shouted.
"Not right away, but in a year or two, sure, go nuts." Lucifer shrugged. "I heard all about this Voldemort guy they have in England and he had the right idea. Kill to send a message. Get people afraid to say your name. I heard your Grindelwald guy was alright, but he got caught."
The room was silent now, confusion mixed with wary apprehension coursing through the room. Could this guy be serious? "Now, I'm not all that selfish," Lucifer said, walking slowly back and forth across the room. "I get it, everyone has their own goals. You, on the end, what would you do right now if you could get away with it?"
"I would hunt down all of the Muggles who hurt my little brother for doing magic when he was little," she said immediately.
"Good, good, a little old fashioned but revenge I can get behind." Lucifer nodded. "You, other end of the room. Same question."
"I want to use magic wherever I want," he said simply.
"Now that is what I am talking about!" Lucifer said, whirling on the spot and pointing at the man. "That's the sort of goals we will have at the end. You've heard about what it was like when Voldemort was in power across the pond. Why not have that here? Who wouldn't want to use magic freely, not answering to anyone?"
"And the no-mags?" one brave voice ventured.
Lucifer waved his hand airily. "Do whatever you'd Iike with them, that's not the point."
"So what is your goal then?" the familiar voice, now skeptical, returned. "What do you want out of this?"
"Funny you should ask that." Lucifer smiled, examining the wand with mild interest. "I really don't have a personal goal. But my little birdie friend did tell me a few interesting things that are going on. Now, wouldn't it be a waste if we didn't cause some chaos and take power while we have the chance?"
"What little birdie?" the voice demanded.
"Not important," Lucifer said, waving a hand in dismissal. "No, what really matter right now is that we have work to do. If you want to stop spending your meetings in trashy little places like this, well, you need to stop being trash. But don't worry. Lucifer is here to help you."
"Lucifer, like the devil?"
He smiled, a terrifying and hungry smile. "Yes. Just like the devil."