Demon King

The bar was plunged into a reddish gloom, lit only by the dim neon lights flashing on the sign and the amber glow of the bottles lined up behind the bar. The smell of cigarettes permeated the air, mixed with the strong aroma of cheap alcohol and sweat. 

Lucian sat down next to the man, leisurely, leaning his elbows on the worn counter. The barman didn't even raise his eyes to him... he knew when two predators were about to talk. 

The man next to Lucian was a wall of muscle, his large size filling the space around him. He was calmly sipping his beer, his thick fingers holding the glass with a casual firmness. The grotesque scar across his chest was barely covered by his open shirt. 

Lucian turned the glass in his hand, observing the liquid inside before speaking. "You caused trouble." Lucian said without looking at him directly.