I am not a good man, and I do not plan to change myself. Redemption is not even my neighbour, nor on the same path of mine. I am Lucifer Blessings, a mafia boss known to be cold and strict. I was in a club, the Black Swan, my black skin glowing in the almost vanished lights and my emerald eyes narrowed in two tired and cold slits, as I was sat on a armchair near the stage, drinking a scotch with a lot of ice cubes. Suddenly the lights turn off, the only lights are the fucsia ones on the stage