Hi Endelda and Feli!
This is set between the end of City of (Fallen) Angels and it’s epilogue, and will make absolutely no sense if you haven’t read that one first. The Lois and Clark setting… well, read on!
So, we’re in for a devilish good time, then, I guess.
From there, he could try to piece together what had gone wrong. How the police had assembled evidence against him when he’d been so careful to cover his tracks. How Lois had turned on him. How Superman had escaped.
Yes, nobody certainly has granted any favors in that regard.
Even if the police knew of its existence, they would find it nigh impossible to displace him.
Well, they could set up drilling equipment…
“Hello, Alexander,” his visitor greeted him with a look of unholy glee on his face.
Granted a favor to Lex, did he?
LUCIFER: Hey, free will and all that.
"But there's no such place as Hell, and if there were some nightclub owner certainly wouldn't be its ruler."
*adorable shrug*
A shriek of terror was ripped from Luthor’s throat as Lucifer’s features seemed to vanish, replaced by a charred skull throbbing with a thin layer of exposed muscle and raw skin. Tiny flames licked around the edges of his temples and jawline
Something that’s been on my mind since Luci started to show his devil face more clearly. He does look a lot like Harvey Twoface’s criminal side from the Nolan Batmans. So, how would this Bruce Wayne react to the devil face?
Lucifer strolled casually out onto the balcony and leapt into the air, taking flight with a loud rustling sound. Recovering his wits, Luthor closed his mouth and rushed to the balcony railing, twisting to look upwards, searching the sky for any sign of Lucifer. Finding none, his knees went weak as the full import of the last few minutes struck him.
You’re setting his fall up quite nicely. Each devilish interaction is a building block in Lex tumbling from the balcony. First the doors open. Now, he is at the railing.
Finding an unoccupied alleyway, he let his wings unfurl. He’d make certain that Luthor’s soul remained exactly where it should be— in a private cell in Hell. It was the least he could do for a friend, after all.
So, then how did he get back out for The Phoenix?
and he’d realized everything he’d been taught as a boy about good and evil was true. Guilt for the people he’d killed. Guilt for the lives he’d destroyed. He pushed it away, knowing it would come back. Another reason to escape.
Huh, so Lex did feel guilty after all. Smart move, otherwise, he’d have gone to the Other Place.
Nice little Lucibit
Michael
