Lucifer was sitting on his throne, his tail wagging slowly as he pokes his horn. He was bored watching the sinners get stabbed, burned, mutilated, and shot. He wanted something else. He could feel it. "Jerry! Fetch me my tailcoat!" Lucifer shouted to his servant. The servant ran off and came back with a crimson tailcoat. Lucifer thanked the servant and put it on. He was going out tonight. He got into his car and checked the mileage. "666 miles. Perfect," Lucifer said as he started the ignition. He drove off, leaving a trail of fire behind him. As he drove, he turned on some AJR, his favorite band. Tonight, he was going somewhere special. He's going to the Hellworld Hotel and Pub. The building that separates his kingdom from the Underworld, ruled by the Greek god of death, Hades. Lucifer parked his car, got out, and looked up at the neon sign. Tonight, he was going to have a drink to ease the stress. He walked in, unsure about the events that would unfold this night.
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The lovers of Hell
RomanceLucifer, ruler of Hell, the fallen angel, is tired of torturing souls and wants to do something else for a change. So, he goes to a hotel and pub that separates the Underworld, ruled by Hades, and Hell, ruled by Lucifer. After a few drinks, he gets...
