"Hard to handle? Then don't handle it. Uh, who said we're brothers?"
Andrew complained. You were obviously my son, okay? You're a generation below me.
The one who had just spoken was Lucifer, whose bar was on the verge of bankruptcy. He said, "My duty is to ensure Hell does not interfere with the Main World. You're opening the Gate of Hell so recklessly. By my duty, I have to stop you."
In the DC Universe, Hell was Heaven's territory, unlike the setting of the Marvel Universe.
Andrew raised an eyebrow. "You want to stop me? Believe it or not, I'll report you to the Internal Revenue Service for tax evasion. The Internal Revenue Service, America's tax bureau—even presidents don't dare provoke them."
"Cough, cough, cough."
Lucifer coughed loudly and asked awkwardly, "How did you know about that?"
Then Lucifer complained, "Wait, you're reporting me, a Demon King, to the Internal Revenue Service? If you want to report me, shouldn't you at least go to Heaven?"
"What good would Heaven do? They're all your acquaintances. Those Angels have all Fallen."
Andrew said, "As for how I knew? Heh, did you think I wouldn't know what your bar was like? You still owe me hundreds of thousands of dollars for beer."
Allow me to introduce Andrew Wang, Lucifer's bar's largest beer supplier.
"We can talk about the debt later. Sigh, doing business in the human world is so hard. I've worked at it for years, but the bar's business is still a complete mess."
Lucifer sighed with emotion. Of course, he hadn't used magic. That would have been no fun. He had come to Earth mainly to experience human life.
What Lucifer didn't know was that his bar was doing so badly because Gabriel, his waiter, thought about driving customers away