Daddy issues aren't uncommon among girls nowadays, though I'd hardly consider myself a girl at this point. In fact, even 'great-great-great-great grandma' would be far too young to describe me. I have traveled from eternity to eternity countless times, I was there before the first atoms formed, and I will be there when the last quark dies.

I am not human.

I never was.

I have been given many names by many beings who have heard stories of me. The Anti-Life Equation, the Beast of Judgement, the Dark at the End of All Things. None of those titles can truly depict what I am. No combination of any number of characters can. I am a person, a place, an idea, a point in time, and an equation at the same time. I am the End of Everything.

Everything.

And now I lay on the banks of Limbo, staring up into the gray skies above. The Sunless Lands-once my almighty kingdom, stood directly above me, reachable only by a specific group of platonic concepts like myself. My father had cast me out, and his forces are likely dismantling my regime as I write…in this pathetic little notebook.

Beneath me was a towering pile of discarded ideas, thrown out by…whatever's controlling all this. This whole dimension was just that-a landfill for the things God considers but later deem to be unworthy of becoming reality. As a result, many of the things, and people here, for that matter, all appear gray, malformed, and underdeveloped.

But my father is not God, and I do not belong here, no matter what he tries to say. I slowly got to my feet, my spine still hurting from crashing here after being cast out. Brushing the dust and debris out of my long flowing blonde hair, I set off towards the Omniverse. From the perspective of Limbo and above, the Omniverse looked like a story-an infinite, eternal, and ever-changing story. We can see everything that's happening down there, but they physically cannot even detect our existence.

I needed the help of Lucifer Morningstar.

My form shifts, and my body becomes a swirl of dark energy, destroying all that it touches. The metaphysical barrier between Limbo and the Omniverse melts at my touch, and I soar through the infinite void, leaving a trail of destruction behind in my wake. I felt entire systems of multiverses splatter against my essence like rain, disintegrating upon impact. An unquantifiable number of lives lost. I do not care. The percentage of the Omniverse I have destroyed amounts to none but a drop in the ocean. They were microscopic to me, irrelevant.

My senses home in on Lucifer Morningstar's location, and I travel directly there. Before entering, I recondense myself down to my human form-that of a Russian supermodel I once saw in a Victoria's Secret magazine. I did not want to risk angering the Morningstar by destroying what he's built.

But he is no longer the Lord of Hell, nor an Agent of Heaven. The Devil has been away from Hell for over 5 years now, living in Los Angeles, and working as a luxury nightclub owner as a sort of post-retirement side gig.

My feet touch the pavement before his door. His nightclub, cleverly named Lux, was truly a work of art. I wore my usual black minidress and black dress boots, their figment derived not from any ink or dye, but from the remnants of dark energy which emanates from my true form at all times. It was already 12 o'clock at night and the streets were bustling with people. There was a long line at the door, which was guarded by a pair of tall, muscular bouncers.

I, however, cared little for the laws and rules governing this mortal, fragile world. I came here with one goal in mind; to meet Lucifer Morningstar, and I was willing to go through anyone and anything to achieve it. The bouncers could do nothing as I picked one of them up by the scarf of the neck and threw him down the sidewalk like a ragdoll. You won't believe how quickly the place cleared out after that, and I'm pretty sure I caught a glimpse of the bouncers in there.

"Someone's outside causing trouble again," I hear Mazikeen's voice. "I'll go deal with it."

My body reacted before my mind could comprehend what was happening. The door burst open followed by a gleaming blade flying straight towards my face. Tilting my head, I felt the blade breeze by my ear before burying itself handle-deep into the door of a parked car. I leaped backwards, telekinetically levitating myself across the street as she charged at me, swinging wildly at me with a pair of demon daggers.

Lightning arced over my fingertips as I raised my hands. Stepping on the knife blade in the car door, she propelled herself onto the roof of the car, the muscles in her legs tensing up to lung at me in the sky. My hands tensed too. She pushed off the car, her left dagger crossed over her chest defensively, and her right raised to stab.

I fired a bolt of burning-hot plasma at the car's gas tank.

Immediately, the whole car went up in flames. The shockwave from the blast knocked her off course and sent her spinning through the air before tumbling to the ground. The fireball rose through the air, turning the night into day.

Before Maze could recover, I teleported to the door. By now, the entire nightclub was in a state of chaos. Dozens of humans crowded the door, all desperate to be the first one out. I blasted them with my lightning to clear out the door and it worked; within seconds, they all cleared out from the door, except for the half-dozen or so who lay on the ground spasming from the shock.

As I stepped into the dimly lit building, loud disco music blaring in my ears, I finally saw him; the great Lucifer Morningstar, sitting on his own at the bar, sipping away at his glass of liquor, as if nothing had happened. As he turned to face me, I felt my heart jump. It was not my first time meeting him, yet every time felt like the first. Tall, muscular, dark, and well-groomed.

He was truly the most beautiful of all of God's angels.

"My dear little Anti-Life Equation," he spoke in a perfect British accent, "how lovely of you to visit."

"Please," I mutter, "Oblivion is fine."

"You can't deny your heritage forever," said Lucifer, "believe me, I'd know." I cannot take my eyes off him; he was the most handsome fellow I've ever met and it wasn't even close. Every movement he made was majestic. The way he picks up a glass, the way he uncorks a wine bottle, the way he pours a drink. "So, what brings a lovely young lady like you here tonight?" He pulls out the stool next to him and invites me to sit down.

I mentally cannot help but do everything he says. I can almost feel his inhuman charm radiating from his form, compelling all those around him to do what he wants. He hands the glass to me and I immediately down it. "My coup failed," I finally said, "I rallied all the support I could get but it still wasn't enough. He crushed my armies and dismantled my regime."

"Welcome to the club," said Lucifer, "I know a thing or two about failed coups."

I sighed. "So…what now? How do we proceed?"

"Now," said Lucifer, pouring me another drink, "we party."

I glared at him. "Excuse me?"

"Well we're at a nightclub are we not? It's only right that we party a little. Come on, lighten up!" Taking my hand, he pulled me up onto the dance floor, and gave me a quick twirl, catching my tiny waist in his thick, buffing arm. "Have you ever danced before?"

I shook my head. "No, I mean as in our next move, you know, to overthrow my father." He led me across the empty dance floor, his footwork flawless and graceful while I clumsily stumbled and strutted along. Everytime he pulled me close, I took in every detail on his face. I had made myself to be perfect, with flawless, smooth, and pearly-white skin, bright blonde hair, and the ideal hourglass waist, and yet, it was the small imperfections on his face that made him so much more beautiful than me.

"There is none." said Lucifer, "I've left all that behind me. No more vengeance, no more wars."