You can have what you want, But you also have Everything that goes with it. -- Knitnan
He'd heard it all. Money, fame, power. They all inverted on themselves once they got it. Money came with taxes, of course, but it was also a form of power that corrupted. Those with the kindest and most generous hearts, once they had money, got to watch any offspring they had turn into egotistical, self-centred, heartless jerks. Those with fame never had a private moment to themselves again. Those with power... well. They had to use it and not abuse it. Those people ended up walking on eggshells through sheer responsibility.
Lucifer smiled as the next suspect edged into the interview seat. Op shop clothing. Glasses thirty years out of style. A general air of ennui that could easily find itself on the top of a tall building, or staring, speculatively, into a bottle of pills. This was exactly the downtrodden sort who he could easily imagine snapping after the final straw and killing a man like Victor Norman. Who, before his demise, had been one of Lucifer's favourite types of people.
So he asked his one question, "What do you want?" and put his special Spin on it.
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