Money is not worth much to a Satan, but Lucifer is really rich and good at using the power of money.There are many ways to manipulate human beings, and the use of wealth to tempt is actually one of the demons' specialties, when someone makes a deal with the demons in hell and wants to exchange their souls for money, every demon who hears this will immediately realize that they have met a new fool.Because whether it is gold, silver, jewelry, banknotes and bonds, this kind of thing is only useful in human society, and the soul used to trade is a bargaining chip for the universe.In addition, when the person sells his soul to the demons completely, or suddenly dies one day, the wealth will also return to the demons.Because it is common sense to sell high and buy low, when they don't have human currency in their hands, they will go to some rich people who are seriously ill and dying, and propose another deal, such as 100 million US dollars for a day's life.It often succeeds, and those humans who are afraid of death are eager to exchange all their wealth for a few days to survive.Buy a batch of banknotes at a low price, use a little magic or trickery to hang the trader's life to complete the transaction, and then sell the obtained banknotes to young people at an exaggerated high price in exchange for souls, and profits are born.This is the kind of business that demons do, and they wish there were as many fools as possible.In short, Lucifer did not have a home of his own, or that his home was in hell, or in that heaven to which he could not return.When he lived in Los Angeles, he rented the presidential suite on the top floor of a hotel for a long time, and lived there happily, he did leave hell behind, but he was still one of Satan, and he was supported by a group of loyal men.There are many advantages to staying in a luxury hotel, the first of which is that you don't have to clean yourself.Every day, the waiter came to clean up when he left the room, cleaned up the men's and women's bodily fluids and excrement that had spilled all over the suite, put on new sheets, towels and so on, and so on, every day, and so on.Secondly, Lucifer doesn't know how to cook, no, it's not too rigorous to say that, in fact, he has mastered one way of cooking, and that is Hellfire barbecue.But so many years have passed, barbecue has long been boring, if you live in a hotel, there are Michelin chefs every day to cook in different tricks and send them to the suite, Lucifer just eats, isn't it just spending money, there are banknotes.For this fallen angel, the powerful power at his disposal is only to serve himself and be used to eat, drink and be merry.It doesn't make a difference to him whether there is any existence that wants to destroy the multiverse, anyway, he just needs to ensure that he can continue to be happy.His happiness is also very simple, as one of Satan, he is the 'all-rounder' of the seven deadly sins.It's fun to overeat, it's fun to mess with the relationship between men and women, it's fun to sacrifice others for yourself, and it's fun to lie down and touch the fish.But Lucifer is not a happy man, and his relationship with God makes him tragic, and all his actions at this time are actually silent protests.This kind of person is sober, quick-witted, and just deliberately doing things that show his difference, so he is generally called 'Xiu'er'."
Dangdangdang."
Flying outside on the roof of the hotel and banging on the glass, Deathbell looks expressionlessly at Satan who is drinking in the room.There were about forty or fifty strong men and beautiful women who were all asleep in the room, obviously exerting too much energy last night, and the Demon King was admiring his achievements in this chaotic scene.Lucifer seemed to know before Death Knell arrived, he saw a few people outside the window, showed a smile that was so perfect that the country was overwhelmed, and walked over and opened the window to let everyone into the house: "Oh, dear Death Knell, I didn't expect you to like to go through the back door, come on, please come in, can you have a drink?"
I've got all the kinds of wine you can think of, and of course, if you like blood, I can get you that, who calls you my favorite guest, hehe. ”Speaking vulgar meat jokes, he also shook his eyebrows in what he thought was funny, as if to imply something.Jesse and Rabbit both looked uncomfortable, and the depraved blasphemy scene in front of them made the two heroes naturally feel uncomfortable, both physically and psychologically.But here is the awkward part, Lucifer stands at the center of all filth, and yet he looks like a snow-white lotus blooming out of oily sewage, and he looks so cold and jade.The filther the surroundings, the more perfect he looks, as if all sin was just a backdrop for him.This sense of confusion is the most difficult thing to accept, the eyes and the brain tell one thing, but the soul holds the opposite."
Oh, let's have a drink that a human can drink."
Deathstroke carried the orangutan over a body on the ground and headed for the messy bar: "By the way, give the orangutan a drink, he hasn't drunk the Hell Demon King yet." ”There were men, women, and children in the room, all of them with suspicious flushes on their faces, and they were all intoxicated by the clouds and rain with Lucifer, and they all had smiles in their dreams.This Satan's taste is a little more unique, but he still can't shake Knell's willpower, because after seeing his cousin's play, Lucifer's side is far from enough!
There are no cows, no ooze monsters, no strange, indescribable unidentified creatures in the suite, that's it?
Lucifer is still the same as when he was an angel, he loves humanity deeply.As a retired demon king, opening a nightclub is Lucifer's hobby, so he is happy to pour wine for people, and he doesn't mind his identity at all.To be precise, he knew that he had only served God in the past, so now serving every customer would give him a sense of revenge.Lucifer, who was shirtless and only had a bath towel around his waist, smiled seductively and walked around the bar to bartend, he leaned gracefully on the counter and chatted with Deathbell: "First of all, this orangutan is also a barkeeper, don't steal my hellish bartending secret, hehe."
By the way, don't be stunned by the window, come and sit, you can drink some juice, just in the refrigerator, take it yourself. ”He is very generous, because he just likes to be lively, and being noticed will satisfy his 'pride', and the more people stare at him, the more comfortable he is.Rabbit looked at the red fruit strong men who were crooked and upside down in the suite, as if he had seen a veritable demon cave, and he showed an embarrassed but polite smile: "Thank you, Mr.
Demon, but I'm still not there, the air is better near the window." ”Jesse is the same, as a beautiful girl, this environment is too exciting for her, so she keeps covering her eyes and just shaking her head."
Ah, don't be so polite, Roger, just call me Lucifer, my friends call me that."
The Super Demon King smiled and released kindness, his smile was more sunny than Superman's, and his eye-squeezing action was more charming: "Then you can take care of yourself, I'll have a little chat with Deathbell." ”The laughing fallen angel tilted his head cutely, pushed the mixed wine to the death knell, and asked him with his eyes.So Su Ming told the satan about the dream fragment of the two flowers, and also tasted the so-called hell concoction recipe.The smell of alcohol is almost inaudible, only the strange smell of blood and sulfur mixed together, this thing can indeed be drunk by humans, but it is another matter whether you drink it or not.But in the care of animals, the wine that Lucifer handed Bobo was completely normal, just an ordinary gin and tonic."
Barry ran into the hyper-time stream, which means that he may have entered any non-existent timeline, or traveled to any single universe that we don't know about, and I don't think there will be any solution to find the Sandman, so I came to you directly."
Deathstroke drank all the unpalatable hellcocktails, took out a carton of skim milk from his waist bag and slapped it on the bar, and used the lamp ring to conjure pots and pans to make milk tea for Lucifer on the spot, waiting for his answer.