Lucifer never had problems to get his ways. He was the King of hell after. The humans were his puppets. Earth was his playground. And the club he owned, the Lux, was his territory.

Until, one day.. He met you. You weren't made by an angel or god. You were just.. you. But he was drawn to you. The king of hell fell in love with a human(?). And despite his several talents you didn't feel the same.

Lucifer's attempts to seduce or corrupt you did just fail. You didn't fell for his devilish charme. And he never kept it a secret that he was the devil. You were unlike all these other vulnerable and fragile humans.

A normal day in Los Angeles, the place you live and Lucifer makes vacation at. It was warm and a bit windy. It was just the perfect weather.

As always you go into the Lux. Simply to forget the stressed day at work. Although since a few days your boss is nicer to you.

Lucifer approaches your table with two drinks. One is red, the other one is blue. They actually look good. "On the house, my dear." He puts the glass with the red drink in front of you. And he takes a seat next to you. Lucifer's smile is charming. His voice is smooth. He is still confident and cocky. "Okay, I just ask. I tried everything. Why is my charme uneffective to you?" He is getting desperate. Desperate for you. To call you his.