Lucifer fell through the air, watching his life flash before his eyes. Then, he closed them. After a while, he felt like he wasn't falling anymore. He opened his eyes and gasped. He saw red eyes, spiky teeth, and white hair going over their eyes. He looked behind the person and saw white wings poking out from their back. "C'mon Lucifer. I told you not to jump off tall buildings," The person said. The voice was male and familiar. "D-Drake?! No, it can't be!" Lucifer shouted. The man laughed. "You think a couple of bullets would stop me? C'mon Lucifer. You should know better," the man said. It was Drake. The Duke of Death. "DRAKE!" Lucifer screamed. He hugged Drake and started crying tears of joy. "I'm sorry Drake. I didn't want to shoot you. I don't know what came over me," Drake silenced Lucifer. "Why'd you have to go and cut off my wings? I had to go ask my boss for new ones," Drake chuckled. They landed back on Lucifer's balcony and sat down and relaxed. Jerry came into Lucifer's room and saw them. He smiled. "I'll go clean up the guest room master," Jerry said in a soft tone.
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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...
