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two thousand dollar suit.”
    Dimitri is sitting in a huge wooden chair that is ornately crafted with engraved symbols and strange patterns that Lucas recognizes immediately as being Egyptian hieroglyphs. A fan of ancient Egypt then, Lucas thinks. Interesting.
    Dimitri himself, or at least his human form, is in his late forties, slicked back dark hair and piercing blue eyes that likely never miss a trick. He is sitting topless, his large but not overly muscled body displaying a range of tattoos that cover most of the skin. His bottom half is clothed in a pair of leather pants and biker boots. Everything about him looks slick and slimy, like he is permanently coated all over in oil of some sort. “I have told all of my minions what the consequences would be if they ever gave away my safe house,” he says in a half Russian, half American accent. “That demon didn’t deserve to be my minion anyway. He deserves to writhe around in the filth pits of Hell for eternity.”
    Minions? Lucas thinks. Someone has been watching too many bad B movies. “Still,” Lucas says, continuing in vain to try and get the blood from off his suit, at the same time aware that he was being surrounded by at least a dozen other demons. “You could have waited until later, at least until we had said hello to each other.”
    Dimitri lounges in his chair like a bored king in his throne, staring intently at Lucas, obviously trying to work out what kind of demon he is now dealing with. “I sent those useless cockwrenches to collect from Jake at the Filthy Ecstasy club. How did one of them end up bringing you here?”
    Lucas looks around at the dozen or so demons standing around him in a semi-circle like a pack of attack dogs waiting on the signal from their master Dimitri to move in and take down the intruder. Most of them are low level demons, Lucas sees, a few a bit higher up, but none he could call a threat. Except Dimitri, who seems as high level as Lucas initially thought he would be. Ignoring the stares of the demons around him, Lucas says, “I’m the new owner of the Filthy Ecstasy club. I came here hoping we could work out terms.”
    Leaning forward in his throne slightly, Dimitri says, “And what would a demon like you want with a shit-hole like that?”
    “I’m a business man, like yourself.”
    “A business man?” Dimitri chuckles to himself. “A business man. By the sounds of it, you’ve been on Earth as long as me if you are calling yourself that. Did you ever think, when you were suffering in Hell, that you would end up on Earth as a businessman ?”
    Lucas cannot help but smile along with Dimitri. “No, I did not.”
    Dimitri laughs. “Neither did I!” He gets up of his throne and takes hold of a sword that has been resting against the chair the whole time. Lucas notices that the sword is not one that was made on Earth, but in the forges of Hell. The long, serrated blade glows a pale crimson as soon as Dimitri takes hold of it. Lucas knows the sword was made to kill demons. Not all demons, but quite a lot of them. Whether it had the power to kill Lucas or not, he doesn’t know. Neither did he want to find out. He hasn’t come here for a fight, but to negotiate. Or rather, manipulate.
    “However bizarre and unforeseen our situations here may be,” Lucas says, sensing the demons surrounding him edging uncomfortably closer. “We are nonetheless here. I find it wiser to follow the laws of the land here, don’t you?”
    Dimitri nods as he paces slowly around in front of Lucas, occasionally twirling the sword he holds. “I do agree, yes. But what good is power if you don’t use it?” He points the sword at Lucas. “Are you telling me you don’t use your power in this world?”
    “Of course I do. But I’m careful.”
    “Careful of what?”
    “Not to attract the wrong attention.”
    “You are afraid of being dragged back to the pits of Hell again?”
    “Something like that.”
    Dimitri stares at Lucas, like he is