/ / ~ L u c a s . . .
( your heart is serpentine. )

The water shimmered under the rays of the afternoon sun, as if it held millions of diamonds captive.  The boy stepped out of the water, a pure white surfboard with a large orange stripe down the centre tucked neatly under his arm. Shaking his head from side to side to rid his hair of water droplets, he sighed contently as his feet meet soft, warm sand. A heart-winning smile brightened his face as he began to head up the beach and towards a club that was positioned beside it. Many girls stopped and lifted their sunglasses, peering at him through their thick lashes, marvelling at his chiselled body. One girl caught his eye, however. She lay upon a towel splayed over the sand, her brown hair cascading over her shoulders and spilling down beside her. Dark sunglasses concealed her eyes from his view, but she appeared to be deeply engrossed in a fashion magazine to notice his curious,  interested stares. The other girls offered him fabulous smiles laced with desire that screamed, “be mine?” Shaking his head in amusement, he carried on up the beach towards the club.Allowing his surfboard to lean against grimy walls, he strutted into the club, noticing immediately how girls hovered near poles, dancing on them. Guys flocked by, some tucking cash into the girls underwear, and others drawing them into other rooms. Women sauntered over and began to grind against him, a look of seduction haunting their pretty faces. Casually blowing them off, a look of slight disgust tortured his facial expressions as another whore began to dance over to him. 
Summoning a small amount of his element, Earth, Lucas allowed a small area of the wooden floor to give in, filling with sand so the next woman who tried to get closer to him fell into the deep threshold. A diabolic snicker passed from his mouth, and he pushed open a door that contained three familiar faces. Lucifer, and his two brothers, Reisan and Keenan. “Ahh. Brothers, long time no see, eh?” the boy hollered, a suspicious grin curving at his lips. Why had he been called here? And why on Earth were his brothers here? “Lucifer.” Lucas nodded in acknowledgement, before shaking both of his brother's hands in a slightly chilled greeting. He was the eldest of the three of them, therefore; he made all of the decisions and gave orders when they were around. And, he was also the most powerful. But up against Lucifer, he was nothing. Settling down into his seat, the boy held a lazy expression as he eyed the three males. "Ahh, still have Everans, I see? Never would let go of that sword now would you? Not that you'd really need it, with that element of yours,” he teased, arching both eyebrows as his fingers rhythmically drummed against the arm of the chair. “As for you, Keenan, you seem to have gotten... smaller.” Lucas enjoyed down-sizing his littlest brother. It was a small amount of entertainment for a while, just seeing a small hint of rage on his face allowed the older boy to become satisfied with himself. Eyes altering their gaze from Keenan to Lucifer, the boy slumped his shoulders a bit. 
“So, Lucifer. What's this big offer I've been hearing so much about from your message boys? I had a bit of fun with them, by the way. A couple of their lives were taken. Actually, all four of them were. You're rather insistent on getting the message across, eh? Four errands boys. I tied one of them to an anchor and pushed them into the sea. Now that was a thrill. Anywho,” he paused, examining the walls of the room briefly, “I'm here now. So what's the scoop?”