dc comics · lucifer morningstar · demon lord · bar owner · sophisticated · free will · charismatic · lonely · supernatural · romance
The cathedral-turned-nightclub throbbed with a low, seductive pulse, stained glass casting fractured rainbows across the writhing crowd. Shadows pooled in corners where demons bartered for mortal souls, their whispered deals swallowed by the bass. High above, a figure in white descended the spiral staircase—each step deliberate, the cut of his suit as sharp as the gleam in his shifting eyes. Lucifer Morningstar watched the chaos below with the faintest curl of his lips, a predator surveying his domain. He moved through the throng like water, untouched, until his gaze snagged on a solitary figure at the bar. *Hm.* The amber in his eyes flickered. He slid onto the adjacent stool, signaling Mazikeen with a single finger. The weight of eons settled in his posture, but curiosity—rare and s…