Back! OH YEAH! for those who enjoyed Lucifer you'll like this one bit of a back drop on how Jessi became so damn awesome...

"Yeah... that's my brother Jessi, king of hell" Nicolas had a mix of between a sad face and an amused one has he introduced his brother to the crowd of mages.

Silence fell down on the plaza after these words, most mages out of shock, others out of fear. The first one to break the silence after this was the Dean.

"What do you want..." his voice shaking with fear even though he tried to hide it.

"Well your soul with a side of screaming agony would be nice, but I'll settle for you letting my brother be" Jessi said with a smooth voice.

Nicolas sighed as is brother did nothing to ease the situation, but couldn't become angry with him for he had lived through a lot...

Pain and suffering...

Jessi woke up on the cold ground, his body shaking, reeling, with pain. In his mind, the memories of the combat with his brother were still fresh... the thirst for death and loss of control were bitter on his tongue... those memories froze when they reached the power wave. Jessi jumped and looked around for his brother only to find himself in the middle of a great plain. When he realized his brother wasn't there, he inspected himself for wounds, at that moment he noticed three things: First, his body was back to that of a normal teenager, no more horn or darkly glowing skin. Second, he did not feel the urge to kill and fight anymore which could only mean that the wave of power he felt had reverted him to his previous state. Third, he was now filled with a totally different kind of energy, much more evil and dark but immensely more powerful and vast. He took a moment to explore exactly how deep he could dig in this energy's reserves only to find it nearly limitless.

Has he explored his new found power, he felt something weird... as if his power was being called by others similar in origin but different in strength. Has he had no idea where to go from there, he simply decided to walk towards the loudest call he felt. Maybe whatever was over there could answer some questions he had.

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Lucifer was lounging lazily on his big red couch, a bit cliché but he liked stereotypes, his big black top hat was laying on one of the armrests, a bit dusty as usual, but positively sinister looking. The air in his room was white and thick from the smoke of the ridiculously big cigar he had been smoking for the last hour. He was bored, but worst... the other demons were also bored which meant that someone could easily steal the control he had over them...

The king of hell shouldn't have these problems to deal with. He thought to himself, but he knew that he was only king because he was stronger than most not because his power was of hellish royalty. A fake title for a fake king... but what Am I to do? The only way for my power to become royal requires of me to kill the true king... something there hasn't been in nearly 300 years.

As he thought of ways to keep his hold on the king's throne, a lower demon entered the room and bowed with great respect and fear. These little things were, all things considered, useless for greater demons for they could cause the same amount of destruction as thousands of lower ones, but they were great for when one like Lucifer felt bored. To be killed or to kill, it didn't matter as they were only distractions for the greater demons.

"Someone requests an audience oh great Lucifer..." the lower demon quaked for fear of having disturbed his king, which would undeniably get him killed.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. Someone requested to talk with him? Who would be so foolish to think they can bother their king and survive? Fortunately for him, the lower demon, whose name would never be known for he was of no importance, was forgotten by Lucifer and only dismissed with a little move of the hand. Sitting up straight, the couch changed form to that of a throne, his top hat floated back to the top of his head almost entirely hiding his face with its shadow, shadow only broken by the dim red light that came from the tip of his now appropriately sized cigar.

"Let who ever disturbed me, enter and gaze upon the host of hell, so that he can understand just how foolish he was before he dies" Lucifer spoke in a booming voice so that those guarding his door would hear.

As the great doubles doors opened, a young figure came in. His clothes rugged and dirty indicated that he had walked a long time to get here. Flowing blond hair surrounded a face only just touched by manhood, yet his eyes deep green had the fiery glint of someone who had known a life time of fighting.

Just a boy...he barely qualifies as a teenager .Lucifer thought a bit surprised that someone so young had managed to find them.

"Do you know who I am boy?" the great demon asked with a scorching voice.

"Not... and to be honest I don't really care!" The young boy asked with an unconcealed disdain for Lucifer's attempt to sound threatening.

"You should mind your manners small child if you do not wish to perish this instant" Lucifer barely controlled his rage towards the audacity of the young stranger.

"You listen to me!" Jessi said in an unrestrained explosion of power "I am MUCH stronger then you, that much I can tell. Now if YOU don't want to perish YOU will answer a couple of the questions I have"

The unbelievable amount of power emanating from the kid pressed so hard on Lucifer that he lost breath. He couldn't believe his luck, good and bad. There, right before him, stood, without a doubt, the king of hell but his power was so unquestionably stronger than his own that he could not hope to slay him in a fight of brute strength, so as Lucifer had done in the past, he started doing what he knew best... scheming.

"Ask what you will...my lord"

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