LOS Angeles, 2025 AD
At night, a handsome dark-haired man with dark eyes can be seen driving a vintage black convertible through the city streets.
He wore a ring with a black stone on one hand, which he tapped rhythmically against the steering wheel.
Loud music was playing on the system of the car.
Just then The man took a hard left turn suddenly, a smirk adorning his lips.
Red and blue lights can be seen flashing behind him.
A motorcycle policeman pursued the driver. The handsome driver look at the side mirror and grinned. And pulled the car to the side.
The cop dismounted his bike and strode toward the vehicle in heavy strides.
"Turn the music down, sir!"
But the driver didn't seem to listen properly, he showed a confused look on his face.
"Hey! Cut the music!"
The driver finally lowered the volume.
"Sorry."
"You know why I pulled you over, right?"
"Yes, officer Obviously you felt the need to exercise your limited powers and punish me for ignoring the speed limit.
It is okay, I understand. I like to punish people too. Or at least I used to."
The officer's jaw tightened at it but he ignored him and turned to usual routine.
"License and registration, please."
"Coming right up."
The driver reached into his jacket and pulled out a thick wad of bills. He began counting them deliberately.
"Are you trying to bribe me, sir?"
"Yes, of course."
The officer cocked his head, staring at the man in disbelief.
"Is that enough, No? Take more. It is only money."
"It is against the law, sir."
"You humans are funny about your laws, are you not?"
The two men locked eyes. The air between them seemed to shift, growing heavier.
"You break the law sometimes too, do you not?"
The driver voice seem to be magnetic, clearly he is doing something to the officer.
The officer's expression softened, his shoulders relaxing despite not wanting to.
"Sometimes?"
There it is. They always tell the truth.
"Put your siren on and drive really fast for no reason at all. Just because you can. Right?
Why would you not? It is fun. Feels good to get away with something, does it not?"
"Yeah."
The officer's grin faded as he realized what he had just admitted.
"It is okay, officer. People like to tell me things.
Their deep, dark, naughty little desires that are on their mind. It is a gift. Must be something about my face."
The officer stared down at the money in the driver's outstretched hand. His fingers twitched slightly.
"You are tempted to keep it, are you not?"
He nodded slowly, swallowing hard.
"Well, what are you waiting for? Permission?
Go on, take it. Buy yourself something pretty. You deserve it."
The officer reached out and took the cash, stuffing it quickly into his pocket.
"If you do not mind, I really must be on my way."
"Oh, yeah, of course. Hey, have a nice evening."
"You too, officer."
The sports car roared back to life and sped off into the Los Angeles night.
The vanity plate of the car gleamed under the streetlights: FALLEN ONE.
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The sleek convertible seemed to arrived at a nightclub called Lux.
A long line of people are waited impatiently behind velvet ropes, hoping to get inside.
The handsome man tossed his keys to a valet without looking at him. The nightclub owner strode confidently toward the entrance.
Inside the nightclub, scantily clad women can be seen dancing on raised platforms.
The music pulsed through the air, vibrating through the floor and walls. With a drink already in hand don't ask how he get it, the well-dressed club owner descended stairs from the balcony level to the main floor.
Women turned their heads to watch him pass, their conversations trailing off mid-sentence at the sight of him.
He approached a beautiful young bartender with dark hair and dark skin.
She stood with her back turned to him, expertly mixing drinks for other patrons.
"Where have you been?"
She did not turn around immediately, continuing her work.
"Oh, holed up at the chateau, copulating with a young woman named Faith. It is ironic, is it not?"
The bartender glanced downwards and said.
"Thank you, Patrick. You can go."
The young man left away quickly almost ran. The bartender finally turned to face the club owner, leaning down slightly as she retrieved something from behind the bar.
The handsome man feigned surprised expression but inwardly not at all surprised.
"You little devil."
A smirk played across his lips.
"What? I dropped something."
"Oh, I am sure you did."
She straightened up her clothes, her dark eyes meeting his with a knowing look.
"Now, Lucifer, I am a big fan of sex you know, Obviously. But I did not leave hell to be a bartender.
Should you not be spending your valuable time doing something more significant? You are the Lord of Hell, for crying out loud."
Not this again.
"I am retired, Maze. I have got nothing but time."
He set down his empty glass on the polished bar. Maze picked it up and poured him another drink with practiced ease.
But while pouring it down everything went into slow motion except for Lucifer and Maze.
The dancers froze mid-movement, their bodies suspended in impossible positions. The music became a distant, muffled hum. The crowd stopped moving, drinks halted mid-air, conversations died on open lips.
Only the two of them remained unaffected by the temporal distortion.
They locked eyes, an unspoken understanding passing between them that spanned millennia.
Maze's gaze shifted toward the club entrance.
"I think you have a visitor."
Time snapped back to normal. The music crashed back at full volume. The dancers continued their routines. Conversations resumed as though nothing had happened.
The retired Lord of Hell picked up two drinks from the bar and turned away.
He walked through the crowd with steady steps, weaving between bodies with supernatural grace.
A brawny, bald man can be seen coming alone at a corner table. His face was dark. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the air-conditioned coolness of the club. He looked otherworldly both in his clothes and surroundings.
Well, well. What brings you here, big brother?
Lucifer approached and slid into the seat across from the man. He set one of the drinks down in front of him.
"Oh, Amenadiel! How is it hanging, big guy? Huh?"
The man in outof place robe like dress lifted his eyes to meet Lucifer's eyes the air thick with tension.