*The Son POV*
"Evening gentlemen, drinks?"
My dumbass said, "yes please?"
How the fuck was I supposed to know I was talking to the literal devil!
I regretted saying anything when the man smirked at me and said to the lady. "Maze, be a dear and get the gentlemen something to drink."
Maze? Where have I heard that name?
Anyway, the gorgeous lady goes off to the side and gets us drinks. I got a boulevardier. The giant got a tankard of nuclear strength whiskey. I could smell it from roughly 30 feet away. The other man got an Old Fashioned, if the orange peel in it was anything to go by.
I have never felt more like a peasant than I did at that point in time. Something about them just exuded class and power. Something akin to royalty, yet more. Both were dangerous. Extremely so.
I thanked the lady, Maze, as I took my drink. If this is the afterlife, it's going to get worse from here on out. Might as well enjoy as much of it as I can.
*The Father POV*
'Fucking imbecile.'
The invitation was rhetorical. The man and woman who entered, were out of our league. The man, was far more powerful than Father. The lady, was stronger than Father, at least 5 times over. And the little cunt just asked to be served drinks. Do you see any servitors or slaves? You just signed your death warrant. A toe out of line and you're dead.
'Dumbass'
That changed when I got my tankard of Mjod. My Mjod!
Damn you Russ!
The memories of getting drunk for the first time and forgetting about the visions and the many horrors I'd unleashed and seen unleashed upon the galaxy, was euphoric. I slept peacefully for the first since I awoke on Nostramo. Russ turned me into a functioning alcoholic!
'Maybe it won't be so bad after all.' I think to myself as I take a sip.
*The Spirit POV*
'Force take me!'
How can someone be so oblivious?
Clearly the Force God was not serious about drinks! Please tell me I have to kill the other two. I'll kill the idiot first. Then, me and the giant can sort out our differences. The Lady Maze, served us herself! She's stronger than me, Vitiate and Malek put together.
Oh, how I pity the poor sod.
More importantly, what was in store for me? I am just an echo in the Force. Holding on to my conscience by any means possible, for as long as possible. What do they want? To rule a galaxy? Please, the man can wipe out an entire supercluster with a wave of his hand. Their motives were unknown, and that is what had me on edge. The Force was with me, but not reacting to my suggestions, for that's what my 'commands' amounted to while in the presence of the Force God.
Maybe it is time to become one with the force? There have to be limits to what the Force can allow. Perhaps I misjudged the man? Perhaps he can hide his presence so well that it does not register? I try to look deeper with the Force, thankfully it allows me to do so.
'Nope, the man is an idiot.' I thought as I sipped the exquisite whiskey.
*Lucifer POV*
Ah an oblivious one. Those are rare. This will be fun.
*Narrator POV*
As they were sipping their drinks, Lucifer spoke.
"Now that we're all settled, Lucifer Morningstar, allowing you to be of service."
It was at this point Jason realized he fucked up.