Along the Los Angeles beach, a man stood, dark hair, dark suit and fairly tall, staring out at the water and the sky beyond. It was a strange day today and Lucifer needed some time to ponder things, the beach was his favorite place to do that at. The evening was still early, the sun only just starting to set as a gust of wind blew in, messing up Lucifer's hair even further and attempting to revert it to its original curly state. A few hours ago he saw a fancy yacht leave the docks but he could n

He pulled up to the alley behind the old warehouse where he’d heard the high stakes racers hung out. He’d raced for fun for a couple years, and the done a few cash races. His car was decent, he had some skills, and he thought he was ready to try playing in the big leagues, make enough that he could really sink something into his car, or maybe even go pro. As promised there was a bunch of cars, some of them really nice. There was a small crowd of people here to watch the racers, and a

Esurenti stood in the conical home of the tall indigo people. Ebili was there, her wrist in his hand. They could speak fluently to one another. And she was saying something over and over,
“You are not a demon, you will do worse things,” She cried.
Just like Muhari had said. For the first time since he apprehended the girl, Esurenti’s face darkened.
“Why do you say this?” He demanded.
“The starving sickness is meant to keep us safe. You do not get sick. You j

Mr. Ferriday leaned back in his chair, looking at the three females standing on the other side of his desk. The large werewolf placed his paw on his chin, gaze roaming up and down their forms. Two catgirls, one with light red hair and fur, the other with darker brown, flanked a dark-haired elf. The trio looked back at him as gestured to the catgirl on the right.
“You three are here for a job as my assistants. You've been offered as such by your respective owners, and if I don't think you'l