The Angel Lysander stood in the bar Lux. The bar was just as grandiose as his oldest brother, Lucifer and the bar was amazing and magnificent sight for eyes.
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The dancing bodies around the bar were all beautiful. Both men and women. But he wasn't looking for a one night stand, atleast not yet. He was only looking for Lucifer Morningstar, one of the seven archangels in existence, and second only to Michael. But there was no crime in getting a drink while he waited. As he stepped to the bar, a strong scent, metallic like she was bathed in blood. Until he saw her.
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"What are you doing here, Lysander? Haven't had enough of getting your ass kicked?" As she looked at him with eyes that shone blood red. Mazikeen was one of the Lilim, a powerful demon who could totally kick his ass with no struggle. But he wasn't her for a fight with the demon. He had a job to do. "So, Maze. Where is your boss?" As he began to feel a pulsating electricity wrap around his body. He turned to see Lucifer standing or rather sitting by a rather large piano, and soon began to play Radiohead's Creep
He had a beautiful voice, who could even make the black hearted sent one shead a tear or two. But once he finished singing that very depressing song. He looked like hell, unlike his usual dapper appearance, which was ironic as he is the former king of Hell itself, a job, he vacated to the strongest demon in creation, Satan. And he wasn't a guy not to be messed with at all. But he looked like he was at unrest, possibly because of Chloe Decker but he only knew he had a weird fascination with the insanely beautiful detective. He then looked in my direction, obviously noticing me as all Angel's, even guardians or powers could feel his presence emanating from him. "Well if it isn't Lysander? To what do I owe the pleasure of my brothers emissary?" He was with the strongest whiskey in a glass. "Gabriel would like to have a conversation with you. Along with Raphael." He said as he put down the glass and began to tense up. "So what do my traitorous brothers want to talk about, Sent one?" As he began to feel the anger pouring off of him. He hated God for casting him out, but he hated the other archangels even more especially, Michael and Gabriel. "He wishes to ally with you against Michael and his guardians. Your the only one who hates Michael, just as much as he does, if not more. Join us, brother." As he finished his speech, he felt his master slowly reveal himself.
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He stood in all his might, as his large black wings, as black as midnight, retreated into his back. "Well, hello brother. It is really nice to see you after centuries in Hell." He said to Lucifer, in a condescending tone that outright spewed venom. "Well, you and Michael made sure of that. I would offer you a drink but you wont need it. Leave know or I will kick you out on your ass, brother." As he began to pour another drink. "Brother, please hear me out. You haven't even heard my offer yet." As he poured himself a drink as well. "Look what ever crap your selling I dont want to hear it. You and your lap dog can leave. The way you came in." As he stood face to face with Gabriel. Even as a fallen angel, he was still greater than Gabriel in every way. "Well, so be it. But just so you know our brother is here and he want to align with you as well. I hope you make the right decision." As he unfurled his midnight wings and took off in the sky.
