Boredom was a dangerous thing.
It was, in fact, the most insidious form of suffering. Torture? Predictable. Damnation? Routine. But boredom? Boredom was a slow, creeping death, and Lucifer Morningstar had never been one to suffer in silence.
Slouched over his grand obsidian throne, Lucifer exhaled a long-suffering sigh, resting his chin against his knuckles. His crimson-lined coat hung lazily off one shoulder, the usual gleam in his golden eyes dulled with disinterest. Before him, the endless expanse of Hell stretched out—a realm of fire, punishment, and despair, filled with souls reaping the consequences of their own choices.
It was all so dreadfully dull.
He tapped a single finger against the armrest, a rhythmic tick, tick, tick filling the grand hall. Somewhere in the distance, a lesser demon screamed in agony—something about molten chains and flayed skin. He didn't even bother looking up. Same old, same old.
"You know," he mused, "I've done everything there is to do in Hell. I've ruled, I've punished, I've reformed. I've even delegated—which, frankly, should've been a more rewarding experience, but alas." He waved a hand. "Still, nothing ever changes. Not really. I'm growing rather tired of it all."
Across the room, lounging with her feet propped on the table, Mazikeen polished one of her twin blades with a piece of cloth. She barely spared him a glance.
"You're always tired of it all," she muttered.
Lucifer ignored the jab. "Perhaps I should orchestrate a rebellion just to spice things up. Though, really, what's the point? They never win. They never even try to be original about it anymore. 'Down with the Morningstar,' 'We deserve freedom,' blah, blah, blah." He let out another theatrical sigh. "It's all become terribly predictable."
Mazikeen hummed in agreement, not looking up. "You could always try actually running Hell properly."
Lucifer scoffed. "And then what? Endless paperwork? Demonic tribunals? Political negotiations with Beelzebub over which circle gets more screaming real estate?" He shuddered. "I'd rather fling myself into the Void."
Mazikeen shrugged. "Sounds like a you problem, boss."
Lucifer draped himself further over his throne, stretching his long legs over the steps leading down from his dais. "What I need is something new. A mystery. A challenge. Something to remind me why eternity isn't just one long, monotonous slog."
"Mm-hmm," Mazikeen grunted, switching to polishing her second blade.
Lucifer glanced at her. "You're not even listening."
"I am," she said, deadpan. "You want something to happen. Anything. I've heard this speech a thousand times, boss." She waved a hand vaguely. "You get restless, you whine, you monologue about the ennui of existence, and then you find some new way to mess with the damned until you get bored again. Rinse and repeat."
Lucifer narrowed his eyes at her. "That's entirely untrue."
Mazikeen just raised a skeptical brow.
Lucifer opened his mouth—then stopped. Damn. Maybe she had a point.
He huffed and ran a hand through his perfectly tousled hair. "Fine. Then perhaps I need something bigger. Something beyond Hell."
Mazikeen didn't react at first, just idly flipping her blade between her fingers. Then, offhandedly, she muttered, "I need a vacation."
That made Lucifer pause.
A slow smile crept onto his lips. He straightened, golden eyes gleaming with sudden mischief.
"A vacation," he echoed thoughtfully.
Mazikeen side-eyed him, recognizing the shift in his tone immediately. "No."
Lucifer's grin widened. "Oh, yes. That's exactly what I need! A change of scenery! Something fresh! Something fun!" He snapped his fingers and stood, his coat flaring behind him. "And what better place to go than Earth?"
Mazikeen groaned, tilting her head back. "Oh, for fuck's sake—"
"Hear me out!" Lucifer raised a hand, already pacing in front of his throne. "Hell is stagnant. Heaven is exceedingly boring. But Earth? Oh, now Earth is where all the best entertainment happens! Chaos, passion, violence, debauchery—it's practically a playground!"
Mazikeen sheathed her knife and leveled him with a look. "You just got back from Earth a couple of decades ago."
Lucifer waved a hand dismissively. "A mere blink in the grand scope of eternity."
She crossed her arms. "And last time you went, you got attached."
Lucifer scoffed, feigning offense. "I did not!"
Mazikeen gave him a flat stare.
"...That attached," he amended, before grinning again. "Besides, this time, I shan't be tied down by responsibility. No nightclub to manage, no detective work to assist—just pure, unfiltered freedom." He spun in place, already envisioning the possibilities.
Earth. A vacation. A playground full of delightful chaos, drama, and intrigue—what could possibly go wrong?
Mazikeen, unfortunately, didn't share his enthusiasm.
"You know, boss," she said, sliding her knife back into its sheath with a sharp click, "you say you want fun, but what you really mean is you want another excuse to run away."
Lucifer turned to her with a mock-offended gasp. "Run away? Me? That's absurd. I never run away."
Mazikeen didn't even blink.
He rolled his eyes. "Fine. I occasionally make a strategic retreat."
Mazikeen scoffed. "Yeah. Like last time. You remember that, don't you? Earth, Los Angeles, Detective Chloe Decker?"
Lucifer's smirk faltered for a fraction of a second. "Hazy memory, really. Remind me again?"
Mazikeen narrowed her eyes. "You started playing detective with that human woman, got attached, and ran before it got too real."
Lucifer waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, pfft. Attached is a strong word."
"You practically purred every time she called you her partner."
"That is an egregious exaggeration."
"You flirted with her constantly."
"Well, yes, but I flirt with everyone, Maze. It's called charm."
"You saved her life multiple times."
Lucifer hesitated. "...That proves nothing."
Mazikeen crossed her arms. "And then you panicked and bailed. Dragged me back to Hell like some lost puppy because you couldn't deal with your own damn feelings."
Lucifer winced. Alright, fine, she had a point. He may have—just slightly—overreacted back then. But what was he supposed to do? Stay? Let himself care? That path led nowhere good.
No, no, no. Earth was temporary. Earth was entertainment.
He exhaled dramatically. "It wasn't about feelings, Maze. It was about practicality. My stay on Earth was… becoming complicated."
Mazikeen raised an unimpressed brow. "Complicated?"
Lucifer threw himself back onto his throne, draping one arm over the back. "Yes, complicated! It was all fun and games at first. Indulging in my usual pleasures, solving a few crimes, charming the locals—you had fun, didn't you?"
Mazikeen muttered, "Yeah. Until you ruined it."
He ignored her and continued, "But then? Oh, then it started to shift. Suddenly, I was caring about cases, helping people—and for what? No power, no dominion, just…" He trailed off, shaking his head. "Ridiculous, really."
Mazikeen rolled her eyes. "And let's not forget Dr. Linda Martin."
Lucifer blinked. "What about Linda?"
Mazikeen's jaw tensed. "You literally sat in her office, talking about your feelings, like some sad mortal with daddy issues."
Lucifer gasped. "How dare you, Maze! That was self-reflection, not therapy."
Mazikeen's glare sharpened. "She was your therapist."
"Yes, well, labels are so restrictive," he muttered.
"She told you point-blank that you were afraid of forming connections, and you agreed with her."
Lucifer scowled. "That woman is far too insightful for her own good."
"And then you left." Mazikeen's voice was tight now, frustration creeping into her usually indifferent tone. "You left me behind all that, too."
Lucifer stilled.
Oh.
Ah.
Yes.
That.
For the first time since she started speaking, he really looked at her. The sharpness of her jaw, the tension in her shoulders—the way her fingers had curled into tight fists at her sides.
It wasn't just irritation.
She had enjoyed Earth. She had liked the chaos, the freedom, the taste of something beyond Hell. And then, because of his own damn avoidance, he'd taken it away from her.
Guilt—not a feeling he often indulged in—brushed against the edges of his mind.
He sighed, running a hand down his face. "Maze…"
"Whatever," she muttered, looking away. "Doesn't matter now."
Lucifer was quiet for a moment before he sat up, schooling his features back into something confident and charming.
"Well, then," he said, voice lighter, "perhaps I can make it up to you."
Mazikeen side-eyed him warily. "How?"
Lucifer smirked. "Come with me."
She frowned. "To where?"
He gestured grandly. "Back to Earth! A proper vacation this time!"
Mazikeen's expression was unreadable.
Lucifer leaned forward, golden eyes gleaming. "Come on, Maze. No responsibilities, no attachments—just pure, unfiltered fun. We can go anywhere! Be anyone! Indulge in every possible pleasure." His grin widened. "I know you've missed the hunt. The thrill of a good fight. You can even stab someone—I'll let you!"
Mazikeen still didn't speak, but there was the faintest twitch in her jaw.
He grinned. "Come on, you know you want to."
A long silence.
Then, finally, she huffed. "...Fine. But if you run away from something again, I swear to Lucifer—"
"Swear to me? My, how flattering."
She groaned, shoving past him toward the weapons rack. "Just shut up and pick a place already."
Lucifer chuckled, stepping toward the grand balcony of his palace, Hell stretching infinitely before him in waves of fire and shadow.
"An excellent suggestion, my dear Maze," he murmured as he rolled his shoulders, inhaled deeply, and extended his senses outward.
Beyond Hell, beyond Heaven, beyond the rigid confines of reality itself, the multiverse shimmered.
Like an endless sea of reflections, countless versions of Earth swirled in his periphery—each one unique, each one filled with potential delights and disasters. He only had to choose.
He hummed thoughtfully, tilting his head. "Now, let's see… what shall it be?"
Mazikeen, now standing beside him, arms crossed, eyed the shifting tapestry of worlds with a lazy sort of disinterest.
"What about that one?" she muttered, gesturing vaguely.
Lucifer followed her gaze to a world drowning in decay.
Ah. The Zombie Universe.
He watched as a blood-soaked man in a red-and-blue suit web-slung across a ruined cityscape, pursued by a flying, half-rotted caped figure with glowing red eyes. In the distance, the Earth itself seemed to groan under the weight of its own infection—cities crumbling, the sky permanently stained with ash.
Lucifer wrinkled his nose. "Ugh. No. I've tried the whole 'fighting off endless hordes' thing before. It gets terribly repetitive."
Mazikeen snorted. "You just don't like getting blood on your suits."
Lucifer gasped. "How dare you! I simply prefer my violence with a touch of finesse." He waved a dismissive hand. "Besides, zombies are all brawn, no conversation. The screaming, the mindless gnashing—it's all very one-note."
He turned his gaze elsewhere, scanning the multiverse again.
A ripple of motion caught his attention—a universe bathed in shadow, where figures in sleek black outfits leaped from rooftop to rooftop, their movements too precise, too calculated to be normal humans.
Mazikeen studied it for a moment. "Ninja world?"
Lucifer rubbed his chin, considering. "Mmm… Intriguing. But—" His golden eyes flicked downward, narrowing in horror. "Are they wearing sandals?"
Mazikeen squinted. "...Looks like it."
Lucifer recoiled. "Blasphemy. An entire civilization of trained assassins, and their footwear of choice is open-toed sandals? Absolutely not." He grimaced. "Next."
Mazikeen sighed, clearly regretting indulging in this conversation. "Alright, what about that one?"
Lucifer followed her gaze to a world where massive skeletal figures in black robes clashed in the sky, wielding blades forged of raw spiritual energy. A hooded figure with pale skin and a grin full of jagged teeth loomed over a battlefield, golden eyes glinting eerily.
Lucifer rubbed his temples. "Shinigami world?"
"Looks like it."
He groaned. "Ugh. Too much politicking. Endless councils, soul hierarchies, ancient rules… bureaucracy masquerading as warfare. No, thank you."
Mazikeen shrugged. "Could be fun. Lots of killing."
"Yes, but they'd inevitably want me to pick a side." Lucifer scoffed. "I prefer my chaos free-range."
He sighed, sweeping his hand through the sea of potential worlds. None of them felt right.
And then—
A flicker.
Something barely perceptible, like a whisper at the edge of his awareness.
Lucifer's fingers twitched. He stilled, turning his head slightly, golden eyes narrowing.
"What was that?"
Mazikeen frowned. "What was what?"
Lucifer didn't answer. He focused, stretching his senses toward that faint, elusive flicker—but the moment he tried, it was gone.
His brows furrowed.
How odd.
He swept his gaze across the multiverse again, searching—his usual effortless omniscience straining ever so slightly.
He didn't like that.
Lucifer Morningstar was not meant to strain for knowledge.
It took him a few seconds, but then—there. The flicker again.
This time, he caught hold of it.
And the moment he did, a rush of fragmented knowledge surged through him.
A world of gods and mortals, where sorcerers wielded the very fabric of reality itself. A world that had been touched by the divine—and yet remained untamed.
And something else.
Something familiar.
Lucifer inhaled sharply.
For just an instant, the sensation pulsed through him—a whisper in his blood, a memory he couldn't quite place.
Mazikeen noticed the change in his expression. "What is it?"
Lucifer didn't answer immediately. He let the feeling settle, rolling it over in his mind.
He could look deeper. He could know exactly what it was.
But... where was the fun in that?
A slow, delighted smirk spread across his lips.
"This one," he murmured.
Mazikeen frowned. "What's so special about it?"
Lucifer's eyes gleamed. "Aliens. Magic. Superheroes." He let the last word roll off his tongue with amusement. "And something else. Something… unexpected."
Mazikeen raised a skeptical brow. "You don't even know what it is, do you?"
Lucifer hummed. "Not yet. But that, my dear Maze, is precisely why I must go."
She exhaled sharply, running a hand down her face. "Of course it is."
Lucifer clasped his hands together. "And I think I'll arrive just before the grand crescendo—before their first real test of power. Let's say… one year before aliens invade."
Mazikeen gave him a sidelong look. "You sure you're not just picking the most dramatic point possible?"
Lucifer grinned. "Oh, Maze. When have I ever been known to be dramatic?"
She groaned. "I hate you."
"And yet, here you are, packing your knives," he teased.
Mazikeen muttered something in Lilim under her breath, but Lucifer only laughed.
With a final glance toward the swirling cosmos, he reached out, touching the thin veil of reality surrounding this sealed, hidden universe.
Something, somewhere, shuddered.
Lucifer's smile widened.
"Earth awaits," he purred.
And with a snap of his fingers, the Devil stepped through.
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So, as usual, I started reading crossovers once again to distract myself from work.
Especially, MCU crossovers.
The problem is that I wanted a somewhat overpowered character as a protagonist, but with a not-evil personality. I mean, I don't dislike morally-gray characters, but outright evil? Not my cup of tea, sorry.
However, it was not meant to be. I searched and searched, but there are not enough of them to satisfy my craving. Especially the kind I wanted. So I decided to write one for the LOL's.
I decided Lucifer would be the protagonist, because my agnostic ass loves the character. And because I wanted an overpowered character, who better than DC's Lucifer, one of the demiurgic archangels.
(Sounds good so far, amirite?)
However, while I love the power from the Lucifer of the comics, I haven't read enough of the comics to get a grasp of his personality. Also, I prefer more the one from the one of the tv shows.
So, I thought to myself, why not combine both?
A Dragon Ball-type of fusion went by and... Bam! We've got an overpowered goofy Lucifer.
I liked the sound of that. So I did it.
Even if that meant I had to merge some of the DC's universe knowledge with the one from the MCU.
It would be difficult, but as this story is not that serious, why not, right? I'll just write a couple of chapters (less than 50, hopefully) until I grow bored with it and that's it.
Anyway, let's hope I don't fall into another rabbit hole.
(Famous last words)