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(DC Universe)
Inside a bar—or rather, deep within the cozy piano bar known as Lux—a man sat on a velvet chair while playing with a deck of cards.
"I've never liked the hypocrisy and prejudice toward demons. Sure, some of them deceive their contractors, but me? I personally honor every deal I make..."
The man's gaze drifted to a cage behind him, where a woman sat with a furious but clearly frightened expression.
"You tricked me!" she shouted but was ignored. She wore a Vegas magician assistant outfit—a look Allen knew well. She was Zatanna, the woman who had once made a contract with him but never used it.
The man looked at Zatanna coldly, and she flinched. Who was Zatanna? Only one of the most powerful sorceresses in DC... yet she couldn't stop trembling in front of this man.
"That's the problem. You think I need to deceive you to get what I want..."
The man stopped looking at her and resumed his solitaire game. "You asked me to release your father, and I did. If Lobo showed up in Hell and killed him, that's not my problem..."
"But I—"
"Just be quiet..." the man said, staring silently at the woman. "But there is one small problem—it seems you belong to someone else..."
Zatanna clutched her chest, feeling the contract she had with Allen tremble. She didn't doubt that this man could destroy it with ease. But just when she felt like her soul was about to be ripped apart, he stopped intimidating her.
"While I could tear that contract apart—regardless of whether it's backed by some 'System'—what would that say about the name Lucifer Morningstar?"
Lucifer placed the deck on the table, stood up, and walked toward the exit.
"I suppose I'll have to have a little chat with your Prince Charming... when he shows up in this world, of course..."
Lucifer closed the door behind him, a smile forming on his face. It sent a terrifying wave of dread through Zatanna, unlike anything she had ever felt before.
Please... For the love of everything... Don't come to this world, Allen!