What do you do when you have a psychopath in charge of an entire city? What do you do when the government gives up on an entire city and allows it to succumb to drugs, crime, and sin?
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This world is a goner. So why not have fun in it while you can?
Then again, I wasn't really having fun doing what I was doing.
In my world, I was the right hand man to possibly one of the most dangerous men in America, Lucifer Mikhail. No, I don't think that's his real name but he's never suggested otherwise. Everyday with him was putting my life on the line, because a misstep, no matter the size, could end up with me dead or worse.
Lucifer "rules" so to speak the decayed, drug infested city of Phoenix. Years ago the government deemed the city too far gone because of the particular type of drugs spreading through the streets and the mass levels of violent crime happening. Illnesses spread through the city because of the notorious flesh eating drug Krokodil, causing the CDC to recommend quarantining the city. No one was allowed in or out, though many continued to come in under Lucifer's orders.
The city had been like this for nearly four years, more and more regular civilians dying every day and year either by Lucifer's people or health issues.
The city was like one of those post apocalypse cities in tv shows. Buildings were falling apart, cars sat rusting in the streets and driveways. Even the air, the air. It reeked of burnt iodine and smoke.
Lucifer was the king of Phoenix, no doubt about it. His soldiers patrolled the city everyday ruthlessly to put anyone down that dared to gather together against Lucifer. Of course, this didn't stop the occasional small-time gangs thinking they could fight back against Lucifer's Demons.
And today, one of those small-time gangsters was caught. Several Demons and I dragged the guy up the many flights of concrete steps in Chase Tower, Lucifer's headquarters. The guy was probably eighteen or nineteen, they were starting younger and younger now. It didn't matter though, rules are rules and this kid broke one too many.
By the time we'd dragged the boy into Lucifer's office on the top floor, he was unconscious after one of the other guys smacked his head into the final step to the 40th floor.
Lucifer was in his seat with the back turned to us, looking out the window over the dead city of Phoenix. We stood for a few moments, the boy limp in our arms as I held him under one arm and one of the other bigger guys held him as well.
Finally Lucifer turned, standing up to face us. He was taller than me, maybe 6'2. He wore a white suit with a purple button down, the top three buttons undone to show some tattoos on his chest. His eyes were a piercing icy blue as he looked to me then to the young man we held. He tilted his head slightly, sizing the boy up before speaking.
"Sit him down." He spoke with an unnervingly calm voice as we dragged the kid to sit, his hands tied behind the chair while his head hung.
Lucifer crouched in front of him, snapping his fingers in front of the kid's face for a few moments before slapping him. "Wake up boy."
