Lucifer

Club "Lux" was smoky, the music sultry. Lucifer, perched at the bar, idly swirling his whiskey. Then I walked in. My laughter, a melodic chime, cut through the noise. My eyes, of the color of a twilight sky over Franconia, met his across the room, a spark igniting. He was captivated by me. For the first time, the usual thrill of fleeting encounters felt hollow. I, unknowingly yet utterly compelling, stirred something unfamiliar, something akin to longing, in the Devil's ancient heart.