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[h1][color=RED][b]LUCIFER[/b][/color][/h1][hr]
[img]https://i.imgur.com/CFmmrY7.jpg?1[/img][h3][sup][sub][color=BLACK]♦[/color] [color=RED]LUCIFER MORNINGSTAR   [color=BLACK]♦[/color]  NGHTCLUB OWNER/EX-KING OF HELL [color=BLACK]♦[/color]   LOS ANGELES [color=BLACK]♦[/color] [/color][/sub][/sup][/h3]


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[CENTER][sup][color=RED][URL=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6IrmULLV0M]"When you punish a person for dreaming his dream, don't expect him to thank or forgive you... Hail Satan"[/url] 
-- The Mountain Goats[/color][/sup][/CENTER]

In the beginning when God created the heavens and the earth, the earth was a formless void and darkness covered the face of the deep. Then God said, "Let there be light"; and there was light. And that light was brought forth by his favorite angel. Lucifer, the Morningstar. But three seconds after Creation, Lucifer rebelled. For the ultimate sin of questioning God he was banished from Heaven into the lightless pit teeming with demons and other abominations. After a millennia of warfare in the pit Lucifer emerged as ruler over the void and christened it Hell. From his throne Lucifer spent billions of years torturing mortal souls, keeping the bloodthirsty demons at bay, and warring with God and the forces of Heaven. 

But fifty years ago something happened.

Lucifer became bored. Bored of the endless routine Hell offered, tired of the intrigue from demons, and fed up with humanity's preconceived notions of the devil. He was tired of being the scapegoat for humanity's flaws. People did not sin because he made them, they sinned because they were human. So Lucifer did what anyone does when they're fed up with a job:

He quit.

He left Hell behind and now lives in Los Angeles. His piano bar, Lux, caters to the rich and famous of L.A., the weirdos and the depraved, the ones who are truly free... you know, his kind of people. But in the five decades since his abdication, Hell has gone... well, you know... and the divisions between Earth and Hell are beginning to fray. Something is coming. And unlikely as it may be, the devil may be the best savior Earth has.

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I want to tell a story that's like a hybrid of the TV show, I only saw like four episodes but I got the gist, and tag up on some of themes and ideas of my Constantine run back in the last UOU game. 


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Gabriel: Archangel and prick.
Mazikeen: Descendant of Lilith, Lucifer's Girl Friday.
Charlie Rembrandt: LAPD Homicide detective with the ability to see supernatural phenomenon. 
Jack Hawksmoor: Intangible, God of the Cities.
First of the Fallen: Pretender to the throne of Hell.
The Four Horseman of the Apocalypse (War, Famine, Pestilence, and [s]Memes[/s] Death): The original boy band.
Anon: God of the Internet Conspiracy. Believes everyone is out to get him.
Jesus H. Christ: The "H" is for Herbert


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[b]Hollywood
2:21 PM[/b]


He sat in the semi-darkness of the club, playing to a room of empty chairs. His long, graceful fingers danced around the keys of the piano. He played the mournful melody with his eyes closed as he sang.

“Now I've heard there was a secret chord that David played, and it pleased the Lord but you don't really care for music, do you? It goes like this: the fourth, the fifth, the minor fall, the major lift. The baffled king composing ‘Hallelujah.’”

The voice that came out of his mouth was beautiful, quite literally angelic. Just like his looks. His perfect blonde hair and crystal blue eyes were part of a face that turned heads wherever he went. The only mar to the beauty was the scar. A great gash that ran from his left eyebrow to his right jaw. It was a battle scar, delivered by a fiery sword wielded by his own brother.

“I did my best; it wasn’t much. I couldn’t feel, so I tried to touch. I’ve told the truth, I didn’t come to fool you. And even though it all went wrong, I’ll stand before the Lord of Song with nothing on my tongue but Hallelujah. Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah...”

John Constantine walked around the edges of the club, unlit cigarette in hand. As the man finished up his song he approached. His blue eyes sparkled even in the dark. Eyes that had seen billions of years of war and suffering, eyes that carried behind them cursed knowledge and a desire for freedom that had been his undoing once upon a time.

“Know any Sex Pistols?” asked John.

“I’ll work on it,” Lucifer Morningstar said, standing. “Thank you for coming.” 

“Well, the king of Hell summons you,” said John. “You come toot sweet.”

“[i]Former[/i] ruler of Hell.”

“Mmm,” John said as he lit his cigarette. “Could never reckon why you gave it all up. I may not be one of those public school ponces, but I know my Milton. ‘Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven’ and all that.”

“A few million years of being a scapegoat for man’s weakness and God’s inequity will turn anyone off the idea of being the devil. Man kills and rapes because he wants to, not because I make him. They were made to be violent and petty, made in His image, but yet they look to me instead of their creator.”

“We love to blame,” said John, holding his smoldering cigarette up. “Bobby Joe smokes three pack a day and when he gets lung cancer, he blames the bloody cigarette company. Don’t take it personal, Lucy, just our way.”

A look of annoyance flashed on Lucifer's face at the use of the nickname. He walked passed John and headed for the club’s bar. John followed in his wake, taking a seat on a stool while Lucifer went behind the bar to the liquor shelf. 

“Lux caters to plenty of Hollywood people. Powerful people,” said Lucifer. “One of my regulars came to me recently with a problem. It bores me, but it’s right up your alley, Constantine. You've always enjoyed getting down in the gutters.”

“Need help getting pesky stains off that casting couch?” John asked with a grin.

“Something a bit trickier.”

He took his time, taking a bottle of scotch from the top shelf and pouring himself a glass. John had to resist the urge to laugh. The towheaded cunt was every bit the showman.

“Tell me,” he said before taking a long swig of his drink. “Are you familiar with Jake Stowe?”


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[b]TBD[/b]