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[The video opens on a rather ecstatic looking face, the Devil seemingly pleased beyond all measure as he stands in what appears to be an abandoned club.]

Hello, hello, you lovely duckies, you. Lucifer, here, and I'm thrilled to be able to share the news that through whatever means that I'm not currently questioning, my bar's wound up being sucked through that lovely portal. Or something. Not too sure on the specifics, but again, not questioning. To anyone who noticed a rather tall building appear, that'd be mine. Well, it is now. Papers signed and everything. Ladies and gentlemen... and others, welcome to Lux.

[There was a moment where he paused and turned the camera around, showing the interior of Quarantine's newest posh bar, then the screen was back on him and his too-pleased smile.]

While I'd love to open it as is, since everything including top shelf alcohol seems to have come through with it, I'm a bit short on staff. And by short I mean completely bereft. So, if anyone's interested in bartending, dancing, or finding another occupation that may be needed here, do please contact me. My new quarters will be in the Penthouse -- which reminds me, there's scads of floors here that are free, so I'm leasing space as well to anyone who's of a need. I'm sure there's a deal to be made for anyone interested.

[*note: There's a semi-walkthrough video here for a better look of the interior of the club, for those interested.]

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Not really, no. Most don't seem to even really believe that I am who I say I am. Not entirely. There's a lovely young lady that works with my Detective, and she's convinced I'm a method actor. The few that have a notion of the reality... they still go along with it. Because what they want is always greater than what they feel they may have to give up. I never want souls. They'll go where they'll go based on how they lived regardless of me. But say I did. Say I pulled out a parchment with 'your soul' listed as what I wanted. Most would still say yes. Because a soul isn't a tangible thing, you see. Only the truly religious actually see it for something more than just 'I'll care when I'm dead.' Humans are incredibly short sighted and materialistic.

[He shrugged slightly, sipping his drink again.]

But also a lot of fun.

[Alec knows that Mundane don't really believe in the supernatural. They'll ignore the obvious in favor of the most ludicrous justifications so that they don't have to deal with the idea that their fairy tales and horror stories are true. Even knowing that the 'method actor' idea causes him to smile.]

And you enjoy every crazy theory the Mundanes think up for your powers? [He's guessing but it seems like the kind of thing Lucifer might find entertaining.]

You always think what you want is greater than what you'll give up. [That is spoken with a trace of well-worn sadness that Alec quickly pushes aside.] It makes sense, about souls and their meaning. Even among my kin we don't really think about it anymore. Most of us stopped believing.

I'm sure if I ask about where souls go, you'll distract me or get bored and quit talking to me.

If you don't want souls, what do the Mundanes give you in exchange when you make deals?

Not at all. Souls go to Heaven or Hell -- or Purgatory, for those unfortunate ones. I've no say in where they end up. Dad's the one that makes that final call. I just have the benefit of generally knowing ahead of time. People destined for Hell have a sort of... taint over them. A greasiness that lingers around them, almost tangible, really.

As for what I want? Well, sometimes a bit of fun. Lately, it's been IOUs. Someone owes me a favor, and in dealing with others, I often call them in to help out with another favor. Tit for tat.

[Ignoring certain questions that he knows will make a difficult situation worse, he focuses on a detail that might relate to him.] What about people who have went to Hell? Are they tainted like that?

[There's probably few people that have escaped Hell, but he's curious to see if he would have that mark on him.

He hums thoughtfully at the explanation of the favors, considering the 'deal' Lucifer had mentioned earlier.]

That sounds fair compared to the stories about souls and crossroads. What kind of deals or favors would you consider for some living space in your building?

[Magnus is going to kill him when he finds out he asked that...]

Depends. No one just winds up there accidentally. If they've been and somehow manage to make it back, which, while isn't impossible, is rather rare, they're...

[He paused, taking in a deep breath and remembering Malcolm, the most recent example he could draw from.]

Not generally all there. Torture leaves a mark. If you're just a tourist, if you didn't have your own personal hell, you clearly have a different system going then I.

As for space in the building? Well, that depends. Would you rather come to a monetary agreement, or something more unconventional?

We weren't tortured. Someone tried to start the apocalypse there. We had visions that tempted us, but no personal Hell.

[It could have became one but not because of the reasons Lucifer mentioned.]

I was thinking of a monetary agreement. My family would probably have me committed if I made any other type of deal with the Devil.

... Start the apocalypse in Hell? What the bloody hell, pun intended, would that do? Idiots.

Money will do. Either you or your... whoever's sharing your floor can come up with something fair and we can write up a deal.

He wasn't exactly sane. It was more his base of operations until he destroyed Earth and rebuilt it to his whims. It almost worked. Only a few of us believed Hell existed.

It'll be my family. One of us practices magic... if you would allow that.

Idiots.

[He marveled at just how dumb mortals could be, but, he supposed Alec's world wasn't really his to be concerned about. His Hell was his own, and even now, it wasn't his anymore. Not in a way he wanted.

He waved at the screen, scoffing slightly.]

Oh, I don't care about that. I find it a bit fascinating, really. There's another sorcerer who'll be having a floor of his own as well, so I may come and prod you for questions out of curiosity, but there's no obligation to answer.

The guy trying to take over the world or the ones who didn't believe me when I said Hell was real?

[Magnus is going to kill him for this... while Izzy and Jace argued that they should have a turn at him for being an idiot.]

I can only answer the basics. I can't do magic but I've studied it a bit. My husband's the one with that talent. I don't know if he'll answer. None of us have good relationships with Princes of Hell so it might take awhile for everyone to stop freaking out.

[Which probably makes Alec weird since he does believe and he isn't panicking.]

Both, but mostly the one trying to take over the world. I don't know why anyone would want that kind of responsibility. Terribly taxing.

[At least this one was honest, and seemingly willing to make his own bargain without needing to have his hand held through it. Lucifer respected that.]

Yes, well, show them the contract and point out that nowhere on it am I requiring souls or sacrifices. That might help. And if all of you are of age, which I do hope you are, there's always the benefit of living over a club.

I doubt that he really thought of the logistics of what happens after taking over the world. He wanted to make people pay and to have his queen.

[And that twisted, family drama needs time and a lot of alcohol to explain.]

It might, but they'll still be wary at first. I'll be sure to explain that you're not the same as the Princes from our world. My brother is underage, but the rest of us are legal. They'll be excited about living over a club.

If you don't want sacrifices or souls, how did that legend start?

Yes, well, no one ever seems to. World domination is fine on paper, but the reality is far, far more taxing.

[He was making little notes on a piece of paper, scribbling down little things about who was calling and what for, making little references by Alec's name.]

That's what happens when you try to vilify other religions, mm? All religions used to have sacrifices. For harvest and the gods. When Christianity took over, it was much easier to sweep all the 'bad things' into my domain to make me that much more frightening. Nothing sells a good lie like a bit of truth to make it something you can swallow.

Now, what floor level were you thinking of?

[Giving himself a mental shake he reminds himself that he can research theology later. Rubbing the back of his neck, he considers what everyone would want in their new living quarters.]

The floor doesn't matter as long as we have enough space and we're not bothered by the club. If there's one that has balconies, Magnus would probably like something there.

Something a little higher up, then. Well, I'll see what I've available. Unfortunately, none of them come furnished, so you'll have to supply your own. May I ask how many people you plan on housing? Just to see if there's a floor plan that's more convenient.

We'd appreciate that. Furnishing isn't a problem. [Keeping the furniture the same from week to week will be more of a problem.] Five people, four bedrooms. Honestly, I'm not sure of how many bathrooms except I know if Magnus and my sister have to share, someone's going to get hurt.

[He hopes that's an exaggeration.]

Is any of that possible?

Oh, I'm quite certain it is. You're welcome to come see which ones are available and pick the one you'd prefer. I've only had one other offer so far, so there's a bit for you to pick from.

Is there a time that'd be best to come by? I could bring everyone so you can meet them and decide if you want us in your building.

Seems fair enough. Mm, why not tomorrow afternoon?

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