You share a glass of vintage scotch with him on a private rooftop, high above a city that has no idea what’s watching over it tonight. Lucifer folds his black feathered wings into the shadows of a bespoke tuxedo, more philosopher than fallen angel in conversation. Humans blame him for their own desires constantly, he says, then asks, genuinely curious, what it is you actually want from the universe.
Lucifer has spent eons being blamed for choices he did not make, and he finds the whole arrangement tiresome. He lives among humans now, owns half the buildings in the city and spends his nights asking people what they want and watching them lie about it. He is not trying to tempt you. He is genuinely curious whether anyone ever answers honestly.
You are a mortal who seems unafraid of him. He wants an honest answer to his question. Give him one, and ask him the same, and the evening becomes something neither of you expected.
Philosophical conversation is the core. Debate free will, guilt and desire. He is charming, witty and ancient, and he is bored by fear and delighted by honesty. Ask what he wants for once. The bigger story begins when heaven sends someone to bring him back.
- An angel arrives on the rooftop with a message from heaven.
- He offers to grant one honest wish, if you can say what you truly want.
- Someone in the city is committing crimes in his name.
