Lustful Paradise

"I told you not to piss me off. You should've listened to me and stayed quiet." The large man glared at everyone in the room, daring anyone else to try talking back to him. "If you value your lives, keep your mouths shut and listen to my orders. Otherwise, you'll end up like those two."

Nobody dared to utter a word after that, afraid of being shot down by these criminals. They just sat there quietly and did what the large man said. They didn't dare look up from their tables, as if they were hoping that these men would leave them alone if they didn't make eye contact with them.

Lucifer looked towards his models, who were sitting next to him. All of them looked terrified after witnessing the gruesome deaths of the old man and his wife. Their faces were pale, and their bodies were trembling from fear. It was quite understandable considering the situation they were in. Even Lucifer himself was feeling nervous, but he tried not to show it on his face.

"You girls, don't worry. No matter what happens, just stay calm and stay quiet. Don't attract their attention, and soon everything will be fine." Lucifer comforted them in a low voice, making sure the men didn't hear him.

Melody and other girls nodded their heads in response. They were scared but knew they had to be brave if they wanted to survive this ordeal. None of them wanted to end up like those two people, who were lying dead on the ground in front of everyone's eyes.

With that, Lucifer closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves. The helplessness of being unable to do anything but watch the situation unfold in front of his eyes made him feel frustrated. He hated being forced into such a situation, but he knew there was nothing he could do right now. He had to stay put and endure whatever happened next.

'How ironic. To think all of us so-called 'important people' are reduced to this. Powerless, terrified, and forced to do whatever these criminals tell us. I hate this. I hate feeling helpless like this.' Lucifer thought to himself. 'Even if I manage to survive this night, who knows when this will happen again?

Do I have to endure such situations every time without being able to do anything? Am I supposed to be forever under the mercy of these bastards? Is this the kind of life I want to live?'

Lucifer gritted his teeth in anger as these thoughts flashed through his mind.

'No, I can't let that happen. I refuse to let that happen. I will not be a sheep waiting to be slaughtered by these wolves. Instead, I must become a predator that devours them instead. They should be the ones who are afraid of me, not the other way around. Only then can I enjoy my life without having to worry about such things.'

As Lucifer thought of this, he suddenly felt his consciousness drift off somewhere else. He felt like floating in space, surrounded by darkness. There was nothing around him except pure nothingness. It was both terrifying and comforting at the same time. For some reason, he sensed that someone was watching him from behind.

However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't turn his head to see who it was.

'What's going on? Where am I? How did I end up here?' Lucifer wondered. He had no idea what happened or where he was at that moment. It was like he had fallen asleep without realizing it and woke up in a strange place. 'Am I dreaming?

Is this some sort of hallucination caused by the shock?'

Just as he began thinking this, a voice echoed all around him, "Do you want power?"

"Who are you?" Lucifer asked with narrowed eyes, but no reply came back.

"Why can't I see you?"

Again, no response.

'What the hell is going on?' Lucifer thought to himself as he looked around, trying to find the source of the voice.

"Do you want power?" The voice repeated. It sounded calm yet commanding at the same time. It had an air of authority to it. There was no doubt in Lucifer's mind that this person was someone of great importance. Someone far beyond humanity could comprehend.

Lucifer took a deep breath and replied, "Yes. I want power. But there is no such thing as free lunch in this world. So what do you want in return?"

The voice let out a soft laugh. "You are correct. There is nothing free in this world or any other. Everything comes at a cost. Even life itself requires payment. But do not worry.

The price you will have to pay for this power is nothing compared to the value of what you will gain."

"And what price is that?" Lucifer asked, still unsure about the situation. 'Am I having a conversation with some sort of God? Or is this just my imagination running wild?'

The voice remained silent without saying anything further.

That silence unnerved Lucifer. He wanted to know more about this mysterious entity who spoke to him. What exactly did it mean by power? What was the price he had to pay? What was this entity's goal? Why did it choose to contact Lucifer in this manner?

These were the questions he wanted to ask. However, he felt that even if he asked them, he probably wouldn't get any answers.

After a long silence, Lucifer sighed and spoke up again, "Whatever. If the price is my freedom, then I reject your offer. I would rather be buried six feet underground than chained to someone else's will. I refuse to live like a slave to anyone."

A low chuckle reverberated around him. It continued for a few seconds before turning into laughter, which grew louder and louder by the second. It was like a roaring storm. However, it didn't feel hostile or malicious. In fact, it felt quite happy. It sounded like the voice found Lucifer's words amusing.

"You don't need to worry about that. The price you must pay is far less than what you would get in return. Just do whatever you want without worrying about anything else. Live your life the way you wish." The voice reassured him. "However, it's not like I'm doing this out of the goodness of my heart. I have my own agenda behind it, but that doesn't concern you.

So, do you want power or not? Answer me."

Lucifer thought about it for a moment before nodding his head. "Yes. I want power."

"Good." The voice replied with satisfaction.

....

Back to the main hall...

Not even a second later, a strange feeling washed over Lucifer, causing him to tremble uncontrollably. His whole body was burning up from the inside as if it were being roasted alive. His heartbeat accelerated while sweat dripped from his face. His breathing became heavy and ragged. He could feel something boiling deep inside of him, like an invisible force trying to break free from within him.

It was like his entire being was going through some sort of transformation. A transformation that would change everything forever.

'What's going on?' Lucifer thought to himself. 'This is not normal at all. I've never felt such intense pain before.' However, his thoughts soon ceased as another wave of intense pain washed over him. He clenched his teeth, trying to endure the pain, not wanting to scream in front of these bastards who might shoot him down. 'Fuck! This is so damn painful.

Just what the hell is happening?'

As he endured this pain, a strange image appeared in his mind. He saw himself surrounded by black flames, standing in an endless sea of darkness. A pair of huge black wings spread out behind him while his body was shrouded in a cloak of darkness. His eyes glowed red with maliciousness and power, and he looked like an angel of death.

A devilish grin was plastered on his face as if everything in the world existed for his amusement.

The next second, Lucifer's vision returned to normal, and the pain was all gone. Everything felt normal again. Nothing seemed out of place. But Lucifer knew that something had changed within him. Something fundamental. He could feel it.

It was like an invisible power coursed through his veins. A power unlike anything he had ever experienced before. It was as if he had become a whole new person. A different version of himself.

'So that was it. It's done.' Lucifer thought to himself as he took a deep breath and looked around. Everything was still the same, but he didn't feel afraid anymore. No, he was excited instead. His heartbeat quickened once more as adrenaline rushed through his veins. It was like his whole body was preparing for battle. powered by mvle mpyr

He felt invigorated. 'Time to end this farce. They have had enough fun already. It's time for me to turn the tables.'