Beginning

Lucifer's perspective:

It was a cool night, with a faint breeze blowing through the huge high rise buildings. I walked out onto the balcony with nothing but a towel letting the breeze dry off the rest of my body. "What a day" I sighed to myself. It had taken me six to seven long years to become the leader of the 666 mafia group. Honestly it moved a lot faster than I thought it initially would. But here I am with 3 loyal commanders (Yukio: second in command, Azael: the muscle and Ryu: smarts) and about fifty men at my beck and call. "Hey Luci, come inside it's cold" Yukio calls from inside my apartment "I don't want the boss catch a cold". "Alright, alright" I snap back turning around to walk back inside, a shiver passes down my back as my feet make contact with the wooden floor boards. As I make my way towards my room to get changed Yukio grabs my hand and pulls me over to him.