Hi... it took a while to rewrite this because I had to change the entire plot, I really want to thank you guys for your requests and encouragement, it meant a lot... that said, I hope you enjoy this one. also check out my ongoing work 'pokemon In Horgwart'... this two will be released 3 times a week each. thanks.
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"How old is this thing?" Lucifer stared at the glass of what was supposed to be a sixty-year-old Scotch martini. At least, that's what the label said, and the collector he'd bought it from had sworn by it.
Not that he had any reason to doubt. It tasted just as fine as he'd expected. The problem was the effect it was having on him.
He fancied himself a tanker when it came to… well, most things, but especially drinking. He could drown an entire bar without swaying, if his bladder allowed it.
But now…
He rubbed his eyes for a few seconds before squinting at the starry LA night sky. He'd come to the roof of Lux to catch the breeze and clear his head, but if anything, things were getting weird.
"Don't bother creeping on me… you reek of sex, Maze. I could be forgiven for mistaking you for a brothel."
There was a moment of silence... an observer might have thought Lucifer was talking to himself. Then a figure from the corner of the rooftop balcony moved into the dim light.
"Who said I was creeping? And as for the sex, it isn't my fault the detective is turning you into a monk," Mazikeen said as she approached him.
Lucifer still hadn't broken his focus. His gaze was fixed on the sky.
"I assume your bounty hunt went well… is that where the sex came from?"
Maze didn't answer.
This time Lucifer spared her a quick glance. "Wait you brought him here?"
"Get yourself laid, Lucifer," Maze said, reaching for the bottle on the edge of the balcony. Lucifer beat her to it.
"Not this one. This is a sixty-year-old martini. You can get your drink at the bar. Besides, I need you sober for a minute," he added, almost as an afterthought.
Maybe he was a bit drunk, or maybe insomnia was finally catching up with him. In any case, Maze was a fresh pair of eyes.
"See that?" he said, pointing at something above the city.
He didn't need to hear her answer. Just from how tense her body had become, he knew she could see it too.
"What the… Lucifer, what is that?" Maze asked, her hands unconsciously dropping to her waist where her demon blades were tucked.
"I'm certain whatever it is, your daggers won't be much of a threat, dear."
"You think it has something to do with your dad?" Maze's voice had become tense.
"Either that, or…"
But whatever he was about to say, he never got the chance to finish.
Suddenly, the tiny glowing opening tore across the sky, like a cosmic zipper being pulled open.
A streak of blinding light shot down onto one of the tallest towers in the city, and the two of them watched as the building seemingly disappeared into the glow.
"Lucifer… MOVE!" Maze tackled him, but it was already too late.
While they'd been staring at the city unraveling, another streak tore its way directly toward them.
Both were blown off the building, but instead of descending, they were flying. At least, that's what it felt like. In reality, they were being swallowed upwards.
Soon enough, the city vanished, and for what felt like minutes they tumbled, screaming at each other though they couldn't hear a word. The only sound was the whistling gust carrying them.
At one point, Lucifer let go of the martini bottle and grabbed Maze's hand, pulling her onto him just as a shipping container flew past, followed by a flood of God-knew-what.
When they were finally spat out, they hit the surface with excruciating force.
No time to catch their breath. Lucifer grabbed Maze and leapt just as a rain of concrete, metal, and all manner of junk came crashing down.
After almost five minutes of the junk storm, it suddenly stopped. Everything went quiet.
"Are you okay?" Lucifer shouted at Maze. His ears were still ringing, and he wasn't sure she could hear him.
She nodded.
He pushed aside what looked like an empty gas canister, straightening up with a groan.
"Bloody hell. Looks like we've been spat into the heart of America's largest dump site."
Maze didn't answer. She was still swaying on unsteady feet from the fall. But Lucifer was right. All around them, mountains of junk stretched as far as she could see.
"I thought the city had an environmentally friendly way of waste disposal…"
A sudden loud throttle made them spin around. A bizarre alien structure landed on the junk, four massive metallic arms extending to hold it steady above the heap.
Its front split open, and a metallic ramp rolled forward like an escalator. A smiling woman in fancy armor and gauntlets staggered out, holding a bottle of something Lucifer couldn't identify.
Judging by her body language, she was far too drunk to be flying this thing herself.
The weird ship had caught Lucifer off guard, but he quickly regained composure. If it could fly, maybe their rescue had arrived. Something felt… off, but he pushed it aside and beamed his enchanting smile.
His suit was nothing but tatters, but he still held his head high as he watched the woman descend.
"How lucky can a girl get in a single day?" she exclaimed, stumbling forward.
Lucifer beamed back. "I know, darling. It's not every day you get to rescue the Devil. I'll certainly owe you."
She stopped, staring at him for a long moment.
Lucifer brushed at his tatters, then seemed to give up. He stepped forward, offering his hand.
"Lucifer Morningstar... or the Devil, if you please."
She didn't shake it. She just stared at him, as if gauging his sanity.
Then she laughed. For almost a full minute, she rocked with laughter while Maze and Lucifer waited.
Lucifer was beginning to lose patience. He couldn't see what was so funny. Then again, maybe it was just the drink.
Finally, her laughter subsided. She took another long swig, steadying herself.
"You're a cute one, I'll give you that," she said. Lucifer smiled and bowed in mock appreciation.
Her next words wiped the smile clean off his face.
"The only devil I see here is the Devil's Anus that spat you two out."
Lucifer followed her finger to the ugly gaping hole pulsing in the sky.
"My what?" he exclaimed in disgust. "Much as I love compliments, that is definitely not my anus. In fact, I insist you apologize for such a remark."
Before he could continue, something slapped onto his neck.
A jolt of pain tore through his body, and he collapsed, writhing.
Maze screamed and lunged at the woman with her blades, but another disc hit her mid-air. She too collapsed beside Lucifer, wriggling on the ground.
The woman tossed her bottle aside and stooped over them with mock courtesy.
"Scrapper 142. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Devil. It might please you to know that both of you belong to me now."
Lucifer wanted to burn her alive with rage, but he couldn't. His powers were blocked by the disc or something else.
"I don't belong to any... "
Another jolt cut him off, forcing him to groan through clenched teeth.
"You know… I think you might be right," she said, looking thoughtful. "Whatever falls through the Devil's Anus belongs to the Grandmaster. I just collect my delivery fee."
She straightened, smiling as though she'd told the funniest joke in the galaxy.
"Welcome to Sakaar, Mr. Devil… and Ms. Daggers."
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