The rising sun streamed into Lux, casting the vacant main room in a pale, golden light and stretching deep shadows across the floor. A deep silence had settled over everything, making the club feel like an empty shell, a complete contrast to the energetic party hub it transformed into after dark. The air was still, smelling of cleaning products and polished wood.
Lucifer Morningstar stood in the middle of the empty club. He walked without making a sound on the thick, dark carpet.The powerful, graceful way his new body responded to his every thought was a constant, pleasant surprise.
He started walking, his sharp eyes noticing everything.His fingertips glided over the bar's surface, a vast expanse of polished black wood that shone like still water. His own reflection stared back—a strikingly handsome face filled with a confidence he was still getting used to. He lifted a heavy, cut-crystal glass, appreciating its substantial weight and the cool touch against his palm. A sense of deep belonging settled over him.
A large piano sat in one corner and its top down. He walked over and opened it. He pressed one key with his finger. A low, pure note rang out, the sound growing to fill the huge, empty room. The note hung in the air for a while before slowly fading away. It was a beautiful, lonely sound.
To him, Lux was far more than a nightclub. He saw it as his own private theater. A gorgeous and alluring trap. The city's elite, its most influential figures, and all those wrestling with private desires would be drawn here. They would lower their defenses, believing the shadows and the rhythm of the music would conceal their true selves and their hidden wishes.
The silence of the empty club was gently disturbed by the sounds of the morning staff. In the distance, a cleaner's cloth swirled over a tabletop, while another employee carefully stacked clean glasses behind the long bar. They moved with quiet efficiency, their conversations hushed. The atmosphere was one of relaxed preparation, but that feeling shifted noticeably the Lucifer stepped into the room.
Lucifer stood near the middle of the room. He didn't have to say anything to get everyone's attention. Just him being there changed the feeling in the air.He had calmly informed a staff member that he wished to see the club's manager.
A man in his forties approached swiftly. He was dressed in a simple but well-fitted suit. This was Patrick, the operations manager who had kept Lux running smoothly for years, first for the Lucifer parents and now for Lucifer. However, the person standing before him was not the same grieving, disconnected heir he was used to. This man's back was straight, his gaze was piercing and intelligent, and an aura of undeniable authority surrounded him.
The manager, Patrick, stood before him. "Mr. Morningstar," he said, his voice carefully controlled to be polite, though a thread of tension ran beneath the surface. He was clearly unsure of what to expect. "You wanted to see me?"
Lucifer didn't reply immediately. He simply looked at Patrick, his gaze so direct and assessing it felt like a physical weight. The usual distracted politeness was gone, replaced by a focus that was both unnerving and powerful. After a moment that stretched just long enough to be uncomfortable, Lucifer gave a slight, precise nod.
"Report, Patrick."
Patrick started his normal report. He talked about new supplies that had arrived, a reservation for a big private event, and a small problem with one of the lights.His report was smooth and professional, the mark of an expert manager who had everything under control.
Patrick finished his update and waited. Lucifer was silent for a moment, his mind sorting through the new memories of the club's operations. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm but left no room for debate. "The VIP champagne needs to be changed. What we're offering has no distinct flavor. And tonight's music is too obvious. Find something that creates a mood, something that people can't ignore."
Patrick was shocked. The Lucifer never paid attention to these small things. But now, he spoke with such confidence that Patrick couldn't even think of arguing.
Then, Lucifer's eyes focused directly on his. Patrick felt a strange force. He couldn't turn his gaze away. His professional calm started to disappear, replaced by a nervous feeling in his heart.
"Is there anything else, Patrick?" Lucifer asked, his voice low and steady. "Something you truly want for yourself?"
The inquiry didn't feel like a question, but a key that unlocked a hidden chamber in Patrick's heart. Against his will, the truth spilled out, his voice tight with suppressed fear. "My little girl... her college fund... I lie awake at night worrying it's not enough. I just want to be the father she deserves." As soon as this private fear was spoken, Patrick's eyes opened wide in shock and embarrassment. Why did he said that?
A small, understanding smile appeared on Lucifer's lips. He had seen the man's truest wish. It wasn't for money or control, but for the simple safety and well-being of his family.
"Consider the matter resolved," Lucifer stated, his voice like polished stone. The intense pressure of his gaze lifted, and Patrick felt a wave of relief so strong he nearly stumbled. "Your dedication has not gone unnoticed. A substantial increase in your salary, effective today, should alleviate that particular anxiety."
Patrick could only stare, his thoughts spinning. He felt exposed, as if his soul had been laid bare. But the overwhelming fear was washed away by a wave of pure gratitude. This was not just a boss; this was someone who could see into your heart and just as easily break it or grant your greatest wish.
"Th-thank you, sir," Patrick stammered. His respect was now mixed with a feeling of wonder.
"Just keep doing your job well," Lucifer said, already turning to leave. The conversation was clearly over.
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Lucifer's private office was at the very top of the Lux building. It felt completely separate from the club downstairs. The room was enormous, with huge windows showing a clear view of Los Angeles. The floors were dark, shiny wood, and a whole wall was covered with a bookshelf of old leather books. The air had a light smell of costly wood and good whiskey.
He stood by the window, holding a heavy glass. Inside was a dark, golden drink—a very old and expensive scotch called Macallan. He swirled it slowly, watching the liquid stick to the glass before taking a small drink. The taste was strong and complicated, like smoke and wood. It fit his new life perfectly.
Just as the warmth of the drink spread through his chest, the air in front of him began to glow. A familiar, transparent blue screen appeared, floating in space without a sound.
[New Quest Received: 'The First Attraction']
Objective: Attract one major character from this world to Lux, Los Angeles.
Target Examples:Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, James "Rhodey" Rhodes, Phil Coulson.
Reward:Mazikeen of the Lilim.
Failure:None. But opportunity lost.
Lucifer's hand stilled, the glass pausing in mid-air. A look of genuine, deep astonishment crossed his features. This notification wasn't offering a weapon or a skill. It was presenting a person—a specific individual with a face and a story that tugged at memories which were both his and not his at all.
Maze.
Memories that weren't his, but felt completely true, appeared in his mind. He saw a strong, loyal face, with a scary scar on one side. He remembered the feeling of holding a weapon, fighting side-by-side with a demon who wasn't just a guard—she was his most trusted partner. She was the one person he could always depend on, for thousands and thousands of years.
A slow, genuine smile, different from the cold, calculating grins he had worn before, spread across his face. The reward was no longer just a tool; it was a piece of his old kingdom. A familiar anchor in this chaotic new world. Maze was strength, loyalty, and a direct link to the power he had once commanded. Her arrival would mean he was no longer alone.
A slow, real smile spread across his face, different from his earlier cold ones. The prize was no longer just a useful thing; it was a piece of his old home. A familiar and steady presence in this chaotic new world. Maze meant strength, loyalty, and a direct connection to the power he used to have. If she came, he wouldn't be alone anymore.
Instantly, his thoughts sharpened with clear intent to task. The goal was simple: lure a key figure to his club. The perfect candidate was obvious. Tony Stark stood out as the ideal target—a certified genius, a global superstar, and a man deeply concerned with how history would remember him.He was also known for his reckless behavior and was always looking for the next exciting experience.
A simple "please come" would get nowhere. But to dangle a riddle in front of the great Tony Stark? To present something that questioned his intelligence or curiosity? That would be like throwing a match on gasoline. His ego wouldn't allow him to look away.
Lucifer turned from the window and walked to his big, neat desk. He set his glass down. A plan became perfectly clear in his head. He wouldn't call Stark himself. Instead, he would start a rumor. He would get a story into a popular gossip page, or tell the right person. The message would be simple: The owner of Lux, Lucifer Morningstar, says he has a whiskey so rare and special that even Tony Stark with all his money has never tried anything like it.The billionaires could not purchase a taste; he would have to prove himself worthy of one.
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The quiet, empty feeling from the morning was gone. Now, the club was bursting with energy. A deep, thumping beat vibrated through the floor. Blue and red lights sliced through the hazy air, shining on a crowd of dancing people. The air smelled like sweet perfume, strong drinks, and sweat.
From his private balcony, Lucifer looked down. The dance floor was a moving ocean of people, all lost in the music. In the center, near the shiny poles, dancers moved with a smooth, captivating rhythm, their skin shining under the lights. Money floated down onto the stage around them.The club wasn't just filled with people; it was filled with a nearly tangible sense of hunger and longing.
Resting his arms on the balcony rail, a subtle smile played on his lips. Lux functioned like a powerful engine, and the desires of the crowd were the fuel that kept it running. Yet his role went beyond ownership; he was the master who could manipulate that fuel.
His sharp eyes looked over the crowd, picking his first target. He saw a man in a costly suit, sitting in a special VIP area with a glass of whiskey.He carried himself with an air of wealth and authority.Lucifer concentrated, staring directly into the man's eyes from all the way across the club.
The man flinched, as if touched by an electric current.He turned to the woman next to him, looking confused for a moment before his face went empty. "I'm going to ruin my brother's business," he heard himself say in a dull voice. "I've wanted to since we were kids." The woman looked at him, shocked and scared. The man blinked, suddenly aware again, his face white with horror.
A cold, exciting feeling shot through Lucifer. It had worked.
He looked somewhere else. This time, he saw a pretty, high-society woman laughing loudly with her friends. Her smile was big, but her eyes looked unhappy. Lucifer locked his gaze with hers.
Her cheerful laughter cut off abruptly. Her expression collapsed into one of pure sorrow as tears began to stream down her cheeks."I feel so empty inside," she whispered to her friend, her voice shaky. "None of this means anything. I just want someone to love me for who I really am." Her friends were stunned into silence.
Lucifer leaned back, feeling a deep warmth of satisfaction. This was real power. It wasn't about being strong or fast. It was this—the ability to reach into a person's heart and pull out their most secret truth.
He took his phone from his pocket. The screen lit up in the darkness. His thumb tapped a number. He kept watching the wild, beautiful scene below.A slow, wicked, and utterly self-assured grin curved his lips as he raised the device to listen.
The first move in his plan was starting. Tony Stark would have no idea what was coming.
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