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I had no idea what the fuck I had just gotten myself into, nor if I could get out of it. In some absurd way, I wanted to go back to a few hours ago where I was just a simple man sitting around his friends drinking beer. Now, I had met Lucifer and was thrown into one of his purgatory cells, looking for something, someone, otherworldly. The fact that this even existed, hadn’t settled in my brain yet.
The bodies on the stage writhed and I could hear moans emanating from around the room. The whiskey glass was placed beside me, and I quickly downed it, requesting another. I’d need at least six shots to do what I was about to do.
I turned to the bartender. “Do you know where I can find Serge Bastien?”
The bartender raised a brow. “Who is asking?”
I smiled. “An old friend.”
“How old?”
“Ancient,” I stated, staring the man down.
He took a step back, eyeing me warily. “Normally I wouldn’t do this, but…”
“I’m just here for business,” I stated, taking another shot of the whiskey and letting it burn down my throat.
Reluctantly, he gave a small gesture towards the side entrance. I drank the last drop of whiskey before heading that way. The doorway led down a flight of stairs to the basement and out to a black hallway lit by dim wall sconces that cast an eerie glow against the black paint. Everything had a gothic look to it. A touch of vintage blending in with the modern.
After a few minutes of going down what seemed more of a tunnel than a hallway, I came to a heavy black wooden door. A sense of dread hovered in the air as I stood a few feet away. The door, painted in a deep, rich black, seemed to absorb any colors around it. As I got closer, I focused on the texture of the wood which I then recognized as souls, reaching out from the pits of hell. If he wanted to freak people out, this would do it.
The doorknob was sleek and metallic and it gleamed in the low light. As my hand reached out to grasp it, the coolness of the metal shot goosebumps up my arm, heightening that creeping fear I was starting to learn to hate.
Silence surrounded the moment, broken only by the sound of my heavy breathing. I turned the knob and the door yielded, slowly creaking open. I was starting to regret coming down here when the door suddenly swung wide open.
“Can I help you?”
I blinked twice before responding to the man who looked at me like I was some kind of insect.
“Yeah, I’m looking for Serge Bastien?”
“Who’s asking?” He gave me a once over as his eyes narrowed on me.
I smirked. “Lucifer.”
He smiled, ducking his head and shaking it as if amused. “Lucifer?”
I nodded. “Yup.” Even I thought it was ridiculous.
“So he finally found a way to talk to me?”
“Yeah, I guess he did?”
He looked behind me. “You come alone?”
I nodded in acknowledgement.
“And who told you where I was?”
I hesitated, not wanting to tell him one of his own employees had given him up. Instead I shrugged. “Heard about you around town.”
He narrowed his eye on me. “Of course, you did.”
He turned, waving at me to shut the door. “I suppose if Lucifer sent you, you’ve got some kind of power.”
“Not…exactly,” I murmured, hesitating before closing the door behind me. It made this ominous heavy click, letting me know there was no way out once I was in. Taking a deep breath, I turned. The walls were the first thing that caught my eye. They were covered in these strange symbols that looked carved in silver. The carvings seemed to writhe and twist, creating shadows and dark reflections that caught your eye and made you look twice.
“Interesting,” he chuckled. “He sent a human to talk to me.”
