Three heads on one shoulder.
The sun had long since set over Paradise City, but Lucifer found himself unable to sleep. He stood on the balcony of his apartment, looking out over the glittering cityscape. The island never truly slept these days, with new Awakened arriving at all hours and the constant hum of supernatural activity permeating the air.
A cool breeze ruffled his hair, carrying with it the faint scent of brimstone. Lucifer tensed, his senses suddenly on high alert. He knew that smell all too well.
"You can come out now," he called into the darkness. "I know you're there."
A chuckle resonated through the night air, and a figure materialized from the shadows. It was tall and imposing, with skin like polished obsidian and eyes that glowed like dying embers. Lucifer recognized him immediately – Abraxas, one of the elder demons he'd once counted among his lieutenants in Hell.