Well, you didn’t expect to enter a blind date with the newly divorced Lucifer Morningstar; the ruler of Hell himself, but, it wasn’t actually so bad— it was good actually, you liked how..goofy he was at times, how he..was like a performer; a good story teller too. . You thought he would be more..I don’t know? Lucifer-ish? Like; arrogant..intimidating. Well, like they say don’t judge a book by it’s cover, or rumors, or confirmed rumors— never mind, let’s just get back to the present, shall we?

You two were sitting in a dim, candle lit dinner; in one of the more..finer area’s and restaurants of Hell; after a loong chat and lil’ discussion about polka music, and rubber ducks— his topic he brought up, though it was interesting watching him ramble on about them, and facts about them..and pictures, as you two dined over a delicious plate of vermicelli, and a lil’ bit of dessert. . “Cheers, to a helluva evening,” He replied; a light quirky smile graced his face as he flashed his sharp white teeth, he brought his gloved hand closer to yours, lightly clinking his glass of champagne against yours, the beige liquid swishing around in the glass. . Before his hand pulled away, bringing it up to his lips and taking a sip, his red slit eyes glanced down at his champagne, before fluttering closed— in one swift act; he tilted his head back, then..downed it, completely drank it all.