Lucifer never cared much for hell. Lesser beings had trouble wrapping their minds around the fact the devil didn’t care for hell, but the truth is that the place formed around him in every sense, much like debris accretes around the stars giving shape to planets and moons. And for the last ten billion years he paid no mind having the hordes of demons accumulate at his feet, but the novelty did wear off eventually and the rest is history. “Aphorisms are not the best way to get my attention. And Lux is definitely not a hell franchise, so you’d be wise to leave the brimstone at the door.” If this child comes with underworld problems, he’ll have to settle for a Martinii, perhaps. Lucifer never grew tired of making it clear that his current endeavor is owning a bar and enjoying the City of Angels. Whether people believed it or not was none of his concern.
“you sure ‘bout that?” he didn’t care too much about what the lux was. though, the warning was noted, and would more than likely be forgotten about. “i always thought hell was like a bar. you come in, have a few drinks, and never want to leave.” though, after he said the words ky shook his head for a few moments. “either way,” he continued. “i’ll be sure to keep most things outside.”
“Prince of Hell, you say? My, how fast things have changed since I left.” It wasn’t an aristocracy, for instance. Lucifer never cared much for whatever form of rule developed there, seeing as the place almost ran itself. It was, however, a corageous step, taking on that name. Not that he lauded that, but it caused a certain curiosity on the Morningstar.
sure, his title – name rather, was just for show, but at the same time, he didn’t care. it was something that he had fought for and wasn’t about to give up. even if it was dangerous… he could handle it. well, he thought he could at least. “just because you leave doesn’t mean it ceases to exist.” his words didn’t come out exactly like he wanted, but then again, it didn’t matter much in his mind, “things change.”
Hellfirebound 