CHAPTER SEVENLUCIFER EXITED THE portal and breathed in the damp afternoon London air. No matter what century he visited, this city always smelled rank.
After a few short blocks he spotted the telltale red bulb hanging above a nondescript door. Invisible to humans, the place needed no name. It was a comfortable dive with a well-worn wooden bar, Christmas lights strung up year round, and the most eclectic jukebox on the planet. A neutral space where demons could socialize and indulge in karaoke, there were two rules. One, first time patrons had to do a shot of Malort. Two, never enter while someone was singing.
No one sang, so Lucifer entered. Janus waved his blue feline-like tail in hello from behind the bar. Lucifer nodded in greeting to various patrons. It felt good to be back in proper
