Cut to 2Vile's front door
Butler: Good afternoon, sirs.
Lucifer: Yes, We're here to see the man sadly known as 2Vile... is he in?
Butler: I'm sorry, sir. He's unavailable. He's in mourning, I'm afraid.
Lucifer: Right. I have narcotics for him.
Butler: Right this way, sir.
Zarathos: That was easier than I thought it was gonna be.
(Lucifer and Zarathos enter 2Vile's living room where he is entertaining guests.)
Man: Here you go, baby.
Lucifer: Can someone please turn down this god-awful music! Hello, disc jockey! Thank you.
Someone turn down the music in the room
Zarathos: So many sinners in one room! It's like a guilty buffet for people like us Lucy!
Lucifer: Calm down brother. Remember we're retired and we need 2Vile alive, at least for now.
2Vile: Who are these clowns?
Butler: He has narcotics for you, sir.
Lucifer: My name is Lucifer Morningstar and this is my brother Zarathos.
Zarathos:(waves) Hey, I heard terrible things about you.
2Vile: "Lucifer Morningstar", "Zarathos"? Now, those are good hip-hop names.
Zarathos: ... I don't know how to feel about that.
Lucifer: Well, that offends me.
2Vile: What, you guys don't like hip-hop?
Lucifer: No, I most certainly do not.
Zarathos: (So and so hand gesture) I'm on the fence honestly.
2Vile: Well, that offends me. You guys have a problem with black people?
Lucifer: No, not in the slightest. I just hate your music. And when I say "your music," I mean your music. Not the music made by other black people. Without the blues, there'd be no devil's music whatsoever. There are, of course, many giants in the field. Just not you... am I being clear?
2Vile: Yeah, you're being clear all right.
Lucifer: Good.
Zarathos: Awesome.
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Lucifer's Bounty Hunter
FanfictionLucifer Morningstar, the retired ruler of Hell, owns a high-end nightclub in Los Angeles, having moved there four years prior for a more exciting life. He took his right-hand demon, Mazikeen, hell's strongest demon, and his brother, Zarathos, Hell's...