Usually Lucifer didn't go to this part of town. It wasn't that he was a snob or anything like that. He just didn't see the need to go there. Usually. Today was different though. It was almost like a force was telling him to go to the less than elegant part of town. To this run down bar specifically. Entering the smoky atmosphere, he was almost drawn immediately towards a man in a suit in a booth in the back of the bar.<br/><br/>Not liking that one bit, Lucifer took his time making his way towards that man. Towards what awaited him there. The closer his came, the clearer it became to see what the man was doing. He was shuffling an unusual deck of cards. Some looked well worn while others looked as if they hadn't been used before now. Now that was curios. Why keep some cards and replace others?<br/><br/>Sliding in across from him, Lucifer laid his hand on the table. The rules were explained and Lucifer couldn't find fault in them. Nodding his consent, he looked at the three cards before him. "May I?" Without really waiting for an answer, he touched each card. The first two didn't jolt him. Didn't speak to him as an artist would say he guessed. But the last one. The last one sent shivers down his spine. The singed edge. The strange material. Not even realizing he was sealing his fate, he picked that card up and flipped it over to see what could possibly be on the other side.