Lucifer walked down the cracked city sidewalk, weaving through the crowd with silent steps. Neon signs flickered against the coming dusk, colours bleeding across windows and parked cars. The city buzzed with tired horns, laughing drunks, and the hum of a world pretending it wasn't dying inside.
He turned a corner and found himself in front of a small underground club. Its rusted sign read NOIR in thin red letters that pulsed softly. A line of people stood outside, girls in tight dresses shivering under denim jackets, guys in loose jeans and hoodies scrolling their phones, bouncers checking IDs one by one.
Lucifer didn't stop.
The bouncer didn't even look at him. It was like his eyes skipped over the space Lucifer walked through. The line parted without meaning to, people shifting slightly to the side as if pulled by invisible strings.
He stepped inside.
