Chapter 2

Lucifer growled in anger as he exited Katrina's shop. "Who does she think she is?" He grumbled. "She thinks she's so smart, speaking in riddles. She doesn't know anything! Now, where's this stupid mortal at?" Lucifer pulled the tarot card out of his pants pocket and flipped it over to the front. An address inscribed itself at the bottom of the card. 4112 Madison street, Fashion District. "Fashion district?" Lucifer chuckled. "This should be interesting." It took Lucifer about 15 minutes to walk to the correct address. He longed to just use his wings and fly there in a matter of seconds, but he had to remain in cover to avoid attention. The address led him to a Coco Chanel clothing and product emporium. Lucifer looked through the display window to see if the mortal was inside, but all he could see was a brunette girl about the age of twenty behind the counter. He groaned and moved to the other display window, where he scanned the inside of the shop thoroughly, memorizing every corner, door, rack, and shelf. He saw a young man inside, but it wasn't the one he was looking for. This young man had blonde hair with bangs that covered one of his eyes. He was rather short, but not too short, and had tattoos up and down his arms. He was also wearing heavy black eyeliner. Lucifer felt his stomach growl and put his hand on his waist to stop it. Suddenly, he gasped with delight. Out of the back room, the handsome mortal Lucifer was looking for appeared. He was wearing tight black jeans and a tight black short sleeve shirt, just like the other people behind the counter, making Lucifer assume it was the uniform.

"There you are," whispered Lucifer, licking his lips with his long forked tongue. "Now, how can I get close to you?" Lucifer focused his eyes on the glass instead of the inside of the store and saw a "Help Wanted" sign in the corner. He chuckled with a smirk. "This is almost too easy." Lucifer removed the sign from the glass, but before he went into the store, he changed his eye color from a dangerous yellow-red to a calm light blue. "That's better," he said with a smile and walked into the store. The employees behind the counter all turned their heads at once to look at Lucifer, who was posing in the most casual sexy pose he could think of against the doorway.

"C-Can I help you, sir?" Said the girl, completely mesmerized and confused at the same time. Lucifer flashed her a flirtatious smirk and walked toward the counter.

"You most certainly can, darling." He said, placing the "Help Wanted" sign on the counter. "I'm here for the job." The girl huffed and took the sign.

"It's actually not that simple," she said. "You need to apply and get an interview with our manager." Lucifer's face went from flirty to annoyed in a split second.

"Well," he said, impatience in his tone, "who do I talk to for an interview?" The blonde boy raised his hand.

"That'd be me." Lucifer chuckled to himself and moved some stray hairs behind his left ear.

"Perfect!" He said with fake enthusiasm. "Let's get started, shall we?" The blonde boy nodded and rested his elbows on the counter.

"So, uh, have you ever-"

"Wait," Lucifer interrupted, "do you mind if we do this somewhere private?" The blonde boy tilted his head in confusion.

"Why? It'll just take a minute." Lucifer scowled at the girl next to the blonde boy, making her jump a little in surprise, then he looked back at the blonde boy with a sad expression.

"W-Well," he said, with fake timidity, "I just get really shy around others when sharing my personal information. It makes me anxious." The blonde boy looked at the girl next to him. She didn't look convinced, and from her body language Lucifer could tell she was his girlfriend.

"I guess I could take you in the inventory room and we could do it real quick."

"Poor choice of words there," Lucifer winked at the blonde boy, who blushed immediately, his girlfriend's jaw hitting the floor in irritated shock. "Lead the way." The blonde boy nodded and took Lucifer into the back room.

"So," he said, clapping his hands together, "let's start with the basics. What's your name?" Lucifer thought about it for a moment.

"Oh shit," he thought, "do I use my name? No, I can't do that...what if one of them gets wise..."

"Um," he said, "my name is..." Lucifer quickly tried to think of a decent name he had heard from stories of this century, or at least one the mortals would recognize as good and not evil. "Adam," he said, remembering the bible story, "my name is Adam." The blonde boy nodded.

"That's a cool name," he said, "Mine's Tommy. That girl outside is named Angela and the other guy who works here is named Sauli. He gets pissed if you pronounce it wrong, so in order to remember it I'd try to think of a female pig and Bruce Lee." Lucifer, or Adam as he now went by, chuckled and pinned Tommy to the wall beside them.

"You know," he said seductively, running his finger down Tommy's chest, looking him straight in the eyes, "you're really funny." Tommy blushed bright red and gulped.

"T-Thanks, but you're k-kinda freaking me out, man." Tommy tried to push Adam off of him, but Adam was too strong. He held Tommy's arms down and his reptilian tail crawled down from under his pant leg to wrap around Tommy's feet, restricting movement. Tommy was about to yell for help, but Adam rapidly covered his mouth before he could. The door to the back room shut and locked tight by itself, as if it was pulled by an invisible force, and the lights above them burst so that there was a single spotlight on Adam and Tommy.

"Hush now, mortal," said Adam, his eyes turning a dark yellow-red, his voice slowly transitioning into a deep, doubled, and demonic one, "Struggling is pointless, and I don't have time for games." Adam removed his hand from Tommy's mouth and squeezed his throat in a tight grip so he couldn't make a sound. Tommy's throat bruised dark violet as Adam pulled him close so that they were a lips distance away. Tommy gasped for air, clawing at Adam's hand in an effort to release his grip, but to no avail. "Stop fighting it, Tommy," growled Adam in his new monstrous voice, "you know there's attraction between us. How 'bout a kiss?" Adam opened his mouth, baring his fangs and exposing his several layers of teeth. His tongue whipped back and forth across Tommy's lips, Tommy petrified in absolute fear. Adam inserted his long snake-like tongue into Tommy's mouth and pulled him into a sloppy, yet enchanting kiss. Tommy tried to fight it at first, but then, he slowly gave in and even purred with pleasure. Tommy's hair slowly transformed from blonde to violet, the bruise fading the darker his hair got. Once his hair was completely changed, Adam pulled away from Tommy, who was smiling dazedly and sighing in bliss. Adam smirked, showing off his knife-like teeth, and placed Tommy down on the floor. Adam quickly hide his demonic features and returned to his mortal form.

"So," he said with a smile, "did I get the job?" Tommy nodded and rose to his feet, stumbling a little as he did.

"You can have whatever you want." Said Tommy, practically drooling over Adam. He handed Adam a name tag and uniform he got from behind him, then hugged Adam tight. "Welcome to the team." Adam tapped Tommy's nose coquettishly.

"You're too sweet," he said, then pushed Tommy away from him, "Now get off of me. I have business to take care of." Tommy swooned and followed Adam out of the backroom like a lost puppy. Angela walked up to Tommy, her expression filled with concern.

"Tommy? Is everything okay?" Tommy didn't take his eyes off of Adam. He sighed happily and practically melted on the store counter.

"Everything is just perfect, Ang. Absolutely perfect." Angela ran her fingers through Tommy's hair.

"When did you have time to do this? You were only in there for like, five minutes."

"Adam did it for me," replied Tommy, "I've always wanted it to be purple and he showed me a quick way to do it. He's so nice." Angela looked over at Adam, who was in the corner of the store changing into his uniform.

"He's something all right," she grumbled. "Baby, if something's off with him, you lemme know, okay?" Tommy nodded.

"Okay, but that won't be an issue. He's really cool." Angela rolled her eyes and walked into the back room. She gasped as she saw pieces of broken light bulbs everywhere and paint from the wall chipped off.

"What the hell happened in here?" As Angela began to sweep up the broken glass, choosing to ignore the strange circumstances around her, Adam finished getting dressed and admired himself in a nearby wall mirror.

"Phase 1 is already complete," he said to himself, grinning evilly into the mirror, "Now I just have to get that mortal alone with me. If he's as dimwitted and weak-minded as that Tommy character, I'll have my eternal life and everlasting beauty faster than I can snap my fingers." Adam laughed softly to himself then scurried out of the small dressing area he changed in, ready to approach the precious mortal.