Shane had, in fact, hesitated for the briefest of moments.
He did not know whether he really wanted to seek that man out.
He did not even know whether he could find him.
But Shane knew one thing: the moment that being inevitably came to mind, this became a journey he had no choice but to make.
He landed in Los Angeles and tried to pinpoint his destination using the map app on his phone.
Lux piano bar (lux)
Looking at the three results that popped up on his phone, Shane felt a little unnerved. He raised a hand and scratched his right earlobe, which seemed to be itching.
The man was the most powerful being he currently had any chance of meeting. Perhaps he would never encounter anyone stronger for the rest of his life.
Three places called Lux showing up on the map felt wrong, but perhaps this was some sort of test the man had devised?
Yet Shane did not have the nerve to turn around and leave. He had already landed.
Forget it. I'll try them one by one.
From Santa Monica Pier to a spot next to Palm Garden in Beverly Hills, then all the way to a short, narrow street barely three hundred feet from Venice Beach. The first two stops had been dead ends. One was not even a bar.
Shane had not dared use his usual method of descending from the sky. Instead, he had walked every step, his feet covering each brick and stone along the way.
Standing at the entrance, Shane briefly recalled how some works of fiction from his previous life had described Lucifer.
"He cares nothing for human life, nor for any other life. He cares only for lives he can use to his own advantage."
That left