Chapter I: The City Of Angels

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   The sun shines over L.A. and the hundreds of people who live in this city enjoy it... like every day.
   The airport was pretty crowded. As I left the plane, a woman approched me and started telling me about the Devil... and that he is the owner of a club named Lux.
  -You can stop now, I don't want to join your petty club of satanists! I told her.
  -But sir... she tried speaking but I already left.

   My limousine was waiting me outside. Seems like my parents left me a lot of things they didn't tell me about before they died.
    I entered the limousine and the driver greeted me and told me that his name is Walter.
  -Oh, well... It's nice to meet you Walter. My name is...
  -I know what your name is. I actually know a lot about you. He said with a little smile on his face.
  -Uh, alright then. We can be on our way.
  -Yes sir! he said as he started driving.
  Minutes later, after he showed me the "good part" of L.A. I started to get a little bored.
  -Where are we going? I asked
  -Oh well, your apartament is around this corner. he answered
  "Around this corner" was a pretty big luxurious building with the name "Helven Club" written on it.
  -So, somehow my parent built a club in here? Right before they died?
  -Yes sir, they actually intended to give it to you... And here it is... It's yours to own.
  -Well... Wow! I never thought that I would own a club. But, eh, everything has a start,
  -As you say sir!
I exited the limousine as Walter parked. Two bodyguards came and took my luggage to my room, which was apparently a penthouse situated at the last floor.
The bar was pretty nice. Lots of drinks and a pretty bartender.
  -And who are you? she asked.
  -Depends. Who are you?
  -Amy, the bartender of this place.
Apparently my boss is the son of Jane and Tony Roberts. Pretty big deal, huh?
  -I know, right? And what do you think of this guy?
  -Uh, I don't know. I've never met him. But I know his second name is pretty weird. I mean a kid named Azazel had a pretty nasty childhood.
  -I think it's a nice name!
  -But anyway, who are you?
  -Apparently my name is Jack Azazel Roberts!
  -Oh, I'm sorry sir!
  -It's just an opinion, call me what you want.
  -Alright sir... I mean Jack.
  -Anyway, I must go. See you around. I said as I called the elevator.
It came pretty quick, despite the height of the building. It was clean and on the buttons, numbers from 1 to 20 could be seen. But something caught my attention. A button was loose. I couldn't handle my curiosity and pulled the button out. A letter fell from the empty socket. Apparently it was for me. I opened it. The beautiful writing pleased my eyes. And it took me a second to recognize the writing.
As the elevator ascended and the things from the letter were clear now. Lucifer and his dear torturer Mazikeen were here.

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