Money is nothing to a Satan, but Lucifer is really rich and is good at using the power of money.
There are many ways to manipulate human beings, and using wealth to seduce is actually one of the devils' specialties. When someone initiates a transaction with the devils in hell and wants to exchange their souls for money, every devil who hears this will
Everyone will immediately realize that they have met a new fool.
Because whether it is gold, silver, jewelry, or banknotes and bonds, these things are only useful in human society, but the souls used for trading are chips that can travel through the universe.
In addition, when this person completely sells his soul to the demons, or dies suddenly one day, the wealth will return to the hands of the demons again.
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 a deal of 100 million US dollars for one day of life.
It usually succeeds, and those human beings who are afraid of death can't wait to exchange all their wealth for a few days of lingering.
Purchase a batch of banknotes at a low price, use some magic or trickery to hang the trader's life to complete the transaction, and then sell the acquired banknotes to young people at an exaggeratedly high price in exchange for their souls, and profits are born.
This is the kind of business the devils are in. They want as many fools as possible.
All in all, Lucifer does not have his own home, or in other words, his home is in hell, or in heaven to which he cannot return.
When he was living in Los Angeles, he rented a 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 had a group of loyal men to support him.
There are many advantages to staying in a luxury hotel. The first is that you don’t have to clean up yourself.
Every day, a waiter came to clean up the room when he left, cleaning up the male and female bodily fluids and excrement that had been scattered throughout the suite, and putting on new sheets, towels, etc., every day, over and over again.
Secondly, Lucifer doesn't know how to cook. No, it's not very precise to say that. In fact, he has mastered a cooking method, which is hellfire barbecue.
But it has been so many years since Falling to Heaven, and I have long been tired of eating barbecue. If you stay in a hotel, Michelin chefs will cook different dishes every day and bring them to the suite. Lucifer can just eat. Isn't it just spending money? He has plenty of money.
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For this fallen angel, the powerful power he possesses is only used to serve himself and to better eat, drink and have fun.
It makes no difference to him whether there are good guys or bad guys. He doesn't care if 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 an 'all-rounder' who has mastered the seven deadly sins.
It is also fun to overeat and overeat, it is also fun to engage in promiscuous relations between men and women, it is also happy to sacrifice others for oneself, and it is also happy to lie flat and fish.
But Lucifer is not a happy person. His relationship with God makes him tragic. All the behaviors he shows at this time are actually silent resistance.
This kind of person is clear-headed, quick-thinking, and only deliberately does things that show his difference, so he is generally called "Xiuer".
"Dang Dang Dang."
Flying outside to the roof of the hotel and knocking on the glass, Deathstroke looked expressionlessly at Satan who was drinking in the room.
There were about forty or fifty strong men and beautiful women lying naked in the room and fast asleep. It was obvious that they had exhausted too much energy last night, and the devil was admiring his results in this chaotic scene.
Lucifer seemed to have known about it before the death knell arrived. When he saw a few people outside the window, he showed a smile that was so perfect that it would be stunning. He walked over and opened the window to let everyone in:
"Oh, dear Deathstroke, I didn't expect you like to go through the back door. Come on, please come in. Do you want something to drink? I have all the kinds of wine you can think of. Of course, if you like to drink blood, I can also get it for you.
Come on, who told you that you are my favorite guest, haha."
While telling vulgar jokes, he even twitched his eyebrows in a self-conscious way, seeming to be hinting at something.
Both Jesse and Rabbit looked uncomfortable. The depraved and blasphemous scene in front of them naturally made the two heroes feel uncomfortable both physically and psychologically.
But the awkward part is here, Lucifer stands in the center of all the filth, yet he looks like a snow-white lotus blooming in the oily sewage, looking so pure and pure.
The dirtier the surroundings, the more perfect he appears, as if all the evil is just a background to set him off.
This sense of confusion is the most difficult to accept. The eyes and brain tell one thing, but the soul holds the opposite opinion.
"Oh, then have a drink that humans can drink." Deathstroke carried the orangutan over the bodies on the ground and headed towards the messy bar: "By the way, give the orangutan a drink too, he hasn't drank yet.
I drank wine from the Demon King of Hell."
There were men, women, old and young in the room, and everyone had a suspicious flush on their faces. At this time, they were intoxicated in the stormy relationship with Lucifer, and they were all smiling in their dreams.
This Satan's taste is a little more unique, but it still can't shake Deathstroke's willpower, because after seeing his cousin's gameplay, Lucifer is far from good enough!
There are no cows, no oozes, no weird, indescribable creatures in the suite, that's it?
Lucifer indeed still loves humans as deeply as he did when he was an angel.
As a retired devil, opening nightclubs is Lucifer's hobby, so he is happy to serve people drinks and doesn't mind his identity at all.
To be more precise, he knew that he only served God in the past, so now providing services to every customer would give him a sense of revenge.
Lucifer, who was shirtless and wearing only a towel around his waist, smiled charmingly and walked into the bar to mix drinks. He leaned elegantly on the counter and chatted with Deathstroke:
"Let's talk first. This orangutan is also a bartender, so don't steal my secret bartending recipe from hell. Haha. By the way, the two of you by the window don't stand there in a daze. Come and sit down. You can have some drinks.
The juice is in the refrigerator, get it yourself."
He is very generous, because he just likes to be lively, and being noticed by others will satisfy his "pride". The more people stare at him, the more comfortable he feels.
Rabbit looked at the naked burly men lying around in the suite, as if he had seen a veritable devil's cave. He showed an awkward and polite smile: "Thank you, Mr. Devil, but I still can't go there.
, the air is better here near the window."
The same was true for Jesse. As a beautiful girl, this environment was too exciting for her, so she kept covering her eyes and just shook her head.
"Ah, don't be so polite, Roger, just call me Lucifer, that's what my friends all call me." The super devil smiled and showed his kindness. His smile was brighter than Superman, and his wink was more charming: "
Then please help yourself, Deathstroke and I will have a little chat."
The laughing fallen angel tilted his head cutely, pushed the mixed wine in front of the death knell, and asked him the purpose of his visit with his eyes.
So Su Ming told the Satan the dream sequence about the two flowers, and at the same time tasted the so-called hell cocktail recipe.
The taste of alcohol is almost gone, leaving only the strange smell of blood and sulfur mixed together. Humans can indeed drink this stuff, but whether they will die after drinking it is another matter.
But out of love for animals, the wine Lucifer handed to Bobo was completely normal, just an ordinary gin and tonic.
"Barry ran into the hyper-time stream, which means he may have entered any non-existent timeline, or gone to any single universe that we don't know about. I guess there won't be any solution by looking for the Sandman.
No way, so I came directly to find you."
Deathstroke drank the terrible Hell Cocktail in one gulp, then took out a box of skim milk from his pocket and slapped it on the bar, and used the light ring to conjure pots and pans to make milk tea for Lucifer on the spot, waiting.