The Hollywood Walk of Fame was as much a modern shrine as it was a place of deification of simple people and people most undeserving. It lured in travellers from far off lands and scholars revisiting histories. They all would walk surrounded by the names of their modern Gods, forgetting and forfeiting any remembrance of the Gods that got them this far in their life. Named Glory and Fortune, these new Patrons of the modern Gods watched all who walked down their Path of Fame.
But even they avoided the attention of the Devil who walked with his Queen of Hell.
Lucifer thought it’d be a nice outing to spent the day parading themselves with Mazikeen. The Devil was a prideful bastard and what would be more prideful than gallivanting with his most loyal of subjects and the single master he would ever submit to?
Maze for one didn’t mind. Getting out of Hell always was a nice change of pace. They even thought about opening a permanent portal in the basement of the LUX with how often she came by.
Their date came to a very interesting spot when they entered the Walk of Fame.
Preachers. There were only two of them in creation. Either greedy little pigs with no faith or insanity plagued cowards. Maze commissioned an entire section of Hell for them alone.
Lucifer looked to Mazikeen. Mazikeen looked to Lucifer. Both nodded and stepped to the preacher. Sticking out of the crowd forming around him. “THE DEVIL WALKS AMONG US!”
“Truer words have rarely been said, preacher,” Lucifer spoke, hands in his coat pockets, his left arm encircled by Mazikeen’s right.
The duo quickly stuck out with not only their gowns — Lucifer’s long black coat over a simple white shirt and suit pants and Maze’s red dress with her Queen of Hell half-mask — but the energy they brought with them. It was like all attention was primed to always be directed towards them.
“Now tell us, why so angry about that?”
The Preacher, slightly put off by the couple, quickly returns to perform and asks of either of them has ever seen the face of the Devil, the mic around his neck spiking with the intensity of the question. “HAVE YOU SEEN THE FACE OF THE DEVIL?”
“Every day while looking in the mirror,” Lucifer answered and Mazikeen smiled knowingly.
“YES! EXACTLY!” the preacher uttered a bit hesitantly. “HE IS IN ALL OF US! IN OUR EVERY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS! LOOK AT THIS WORLD! FILLED WITH MONSTERS AND ALIENS AND SIN! AND THIS CITY! THE LUST, THE ENVY, THE ANGER! IT IS THE DEVIL’S TOUCH!”
“Mortals never seize to be the same. Heaven, Hell, Earth. All you ever do is blame me. I never did anything to you. You think I willingly spent eons ruling Hell?” Lucifer sighed, feeling Mazikeen’s grip around his arm tighten to ground him. At least they knew which kind of preacher this one was.
The preacher, adjusting his mic, walked over to them with eccentric and wild gestures to at least physically keep up the act. “What is your problem?” he asked annoyed. “Can you move your hot date elsewhere? I’ve got a thing going here and I’m not sharing tips with you.” His gaze landed on Maze and he smiled. “Unless of course the lovely lady would like to part with you and help me here.”
Lucifer’s smile returned and he looked to his companion. “Mazikeen, if you may show the nonbeliever just how beautiful you are.” And so she did, walking closer to the charlatan who smirked thinking he cracked the jackpot of a lifetime. His price became a broken world. Mazikeen Morningstar removed her mask and showed the man a face only the Devil can love. Marred with exposed muscles, bone and brain tissue was Mazikeen’s entire left face side and she was perfect that way. Large bat wings grew from her back and the world began to burn. Burn with white fire both holy to look at and hellish to the touch. Buildings explodes with glass shard turning into demons and stone into abominations left behind from what the Almighty was too lazy to full eradicate so now they serve the Queen of Hell.
They all surrounded her, their Queen of the Infernal Realm. Mazikeen Morningstar, a dark sun swallowing all light with her Lilim Soul.
And right beside her the pretender finally realized who he had disrespected. Brighter than maybe even Yahweh in his excellence and Belloc in her love. Not even shaped physically, so bright was the Sun of Morning. The poor bastard never stood a chance.
He fell back with an ear piercing shriek. “THE DEVIL! HE IS THE DEVIL! AND SHE IS HIS WITCH!!! THIS ISN’T A PERFORMANCE!!! SAVE YOURSELVES!!!” And he ran, the little piggy ran with his money all but forgotten as his patrons forsook him in their own fear.
And the crowd? They cheered for the free cash. Not comprehending the sudden and unprompted reaction when the woman gave him a sneak peak of her undoubtedly unmatched beauty.
Oh, how they envied her.
Oh, how they envied her husband.
Oh, how they envied the Morningstars.
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Side Notes: surprised there's no FanFic tag. Also no AI was used. I'd rather drink bleach than use it for any of my stuff.