Standing in the one of tallest buildings in the city is a man of devilish beauty, beautiful black hair paired with profound black eyes deep as the abyss themselves. His crescent-of-moon eyebrows were thin and narrow. He carried an imperious nose well and his angular cheekbones carved down towards a flinty jaw. This man wore a black suit completing his black look. His overall looks were beyond dashing and seemingly otherworldly.
Standing near the window overlooking the city below where humans although appearing to be living as they did in the past couldn't escape from the chains shackling them. Those chains are known as angels, the seven strongest Archangels, no eighth with this man being one of them.
Here in Sin-city, a city on an island between North America and South America. It is his paradise.
Suddenly, there was a presence behind the man and without looking back he knew who it was.
''Lemegoton, you have something to say don't you?"
The person called Lemegoton had the appearance of a woman in her early twenties and only one word could be used to describe her, enchantress.
Her complexion was of a perfect light brown tone while her hair was long black. Her hair was very long reaching down to the middle of her torso, so long in fact that it almost caressed the small of her back. Her eyes were light amber.
Her beautiful face was demanding attention. Its high cheekbones call one's eyes to the statuesque bone structure underlying its gentleness. She had been graced with a look that could be that of royalty. Her tight, rose-colored lips are pursed in what appears to be mid-kiss.
The slight hint of moisture on her lips made them glisten in the light, causing them to look as though they are a reflection on the waters of a pond and not a part of her at all. They seem to call out to you, beckoning you to lean in and press your lips against hers.
She had the perfect figure with big breasts.
Lemegoton nodded before asking something she had been curious about.
''My lord, why let the boy go with that thing on top of all?"
The man did not immediately answer this question. He stayed silent for a while as if he was thinking about something before opening his mouth and when he did he asked a question instead of directly answering Lemegoton's question.
''Leme, don't you think that the current situation is a bit too boring?"
''What?" Lemegoton felt a chill run down her spine and she thought of a terrifying possibility.
And as if he could read her mind the man in the black suit nodded.
''Exactly it's what you are thinking. Exodus needed a change so I started it.'' He said with a devilish smile and his black eyes became more profound as if they contained myriads of things, worlds, past, present, and future.
Lemegoton stepped back because of the invisible pressure coming from her master. Shivering she couldn't help but ask this question.
''What if he came back more powerful and kill you?"
Normally, it should have been impossible as the eight strongest Archangels were supreme after God died but for some unknown reason Lemegoton could not help but had this strange thought 'What if?'. She could not shake off this strange feeling trying to swallow her mind whole.
The man in the black suit chuckled and responded with a crazed smile.
''That would be more fun.''
Fun?
Lemegoton repeated this word several times and concluded that.
Only this man could think like that. Even his death would be fun? Lemegoton had trouble understanding her master but she could only sigh and serve him to the best of her abilities. After all, she became his, one of his toys.
After that calamity more than a hundred years ago, the Archangels used their powers to resurrect a lot of past heroes such as Arthur, Khan, and Solomon to give humanity the chance to fight back. Those heroes fought the Archangels together with some humans, and the result was a total defeat. They were massacred, the difference was too high.
As the saying goes, the winner takes all while the loser, well, loses everything. She was one of the things the winner took. Solomon had died under this man, he only used one finger, and Solomon's 72 demons couldn't do anything. How could they when the man himself was the king of demons, the devil's king?
Looking at the man whose lips were curled up, smiling thinking about something nefarious, Lemegoton sighed again.
The man could feel everything but said nothing when suddenly he remembered something so he asked.
''Where is Lilith?"
''She is gone,'' Lemegoton answered feeling a headache, Lilith disappeared at the same time the boy left.
''Is that so?" The man in the black suit mumbled before smiling thinking it was going to be fun.
This man was the same man that suggested resurrecting the past heroes, at that time he was like the beacon amidst the darkness to humanity in the brinks of despair. It was the same man that bestowed the Devil's mark to humans to fight back before the Angel's mark appeared. This same man went against God, the same man to restart the frozen wheel of time.
His name is Lucifer Morningstar.