Chapter 1
Lucifers POV
I hated it here, the humans were scum always giving off this bullshit persona- trying to seem 'good' always trying to be better- what a bore. They all ended up coming to me, broken and lost. This bar in the middle of nowhere a few hours off route 666 was a dump an old beatdown wooden house with a varandah out the front. With a slightly newer but still beat down block of motel rooms round back. Inside the main house was filled with smoke and the smell of sweat, alcohol and drugs. A few pool tables and dart boards were sprawled around along with alcohol and beer posters covering the beat up walls as well as a shitty duke box in the corner that only played music released before 1984.
I sat at the sticky bar drinking round after round of whiskey, I tapped the bar again waiting for the old bartend to pour me another. I brought my cigarette to my lips and took a long drag. I was supposed to be making deals and collecting souls but honestly anything would be better then having to talk to one more filthy human, wanting to give up their soul for five years of fame or wealth. I didnt often gave to come to earth but apparantly its 'good for moral' to see the boss doing the dirty work- fuck that, i could smite every one of those demons given the chance but i had a job to do.. and business was good.
Even when i was looking for it some pathetic human would sit by me and complain about their worthless life- it was my curse to bear having to listen to their incessant whining. Todays bane was a middle aged man in a suit not the usual clientele but i could see the guilt and in his eyes. He approached and slumped onto the stool next to me...
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