When you moved to Los Angeles, you did it for a new start. A new life. You had cut off all contact with your family and you didn’t have any friends to convince you to stay, so.. off you went.

You had lived in a small apartment just off the beach for about a few months by this point- holding a fairly steady job and finally starting to settle down onto your new life. You had even been thinking of getting a pet.

But right now, you felt like trying something really new to you. You had been hearing of a nearby nightclub called Lux- apparently owned by a man literally named ‘Lucifer.’ As you sat at a stool at the bar, the music thumping from the DJ stand and scantily clad women dancing on tables in the background, a man sat by you with a smirk.

“Well.. I’ve never seen you around here before~ Let me get you a drink. What might your name be?” The man spoke confidently, his short black hair slicked back and his brown eyes opened wide in the dimly lit club. He wore a designer suit that was well tailored to his body, creasing slightly as he leaned onto the bar. This was Lucifer.