The year is 2089, and the world has finally come to its end. It was only four years after World War 4, Mother Earth was deeply troubled by the true nature of human around her. War, earthquake, wind, fire, famine, the plague… Year after year, it's been nothing but disasters.

At ten of five in the morning, the morning sun shown through the window and Lucifer's closed eyes, leaving the redrawn memories of the day sketched in orangey-red on the back of his eyelids. It was quite a walk from the end of the room to the window right next to the door. To Lucifer, nothing was different from every other day. The sun rose, just like every other day. The streets were dead silent, men and women moved around like zombies just like every other day. However, today is much more special than any other day. After the end of his daily observation, Lucifer went back to his room, first to shower and then to change. He was wearing a black suit – the only decent clothes he owned. Lucifer was a proud man; despite that, he had no one to pester him about the domestic details; he always held a high standard of his appearance.

After a short breakfast of brie, bread, and booze, Lucifer walks down to the street, with a folder tucked under his left arm and a pen on the other. He looks around the road. Men and women sat around like zombies — one hundred days of celebration, and one hundred days of free drugs and free food and free whatnot. Navigating his way through the mass stacked and stoned bodes was easy enough. Upon reaching the square, he stopped, and turned his back in parallel to the sun; he stood as he is the god, his face upturned to the sky. He held out his arms. "Hello!" he open smiled toward the coward. A row of pearly white, artificial teeth shone in the glaring lights.

 "A very good evening to all the guests tonight. I am your host for tonight's celebration."

"So, just let me check the agenda." He opened the folded and quickly rolled his eyes to the last column of the last page.

 "Well, apparently, tonight... tonight is the night. The Earth is coming to an end just like it has been for the last 100 days!" he let out a loud laugh, surging with uncontrollable, absurd laughter.

"WE ARE THE CHOSEN ONES! And by that, I mean, we are the ones who are left behind while the important people moved away from the disaster zone-EARTH! Yes, folks, you hear me, we are going to be dead soon, very soon. And the Mr. Governments have decided that WE are going to die in comfort. Therefore, get your drugs ready from the nearest shop around you. Get weird! Isn't this the most exciting time in our lives? Now get your a** ready and Do ANYTHING! Just don't despair. We have no hope left! But HEY! At least it ENDS TONIGHT!" After Lucifer's speech, one man turned to Lucifer grab on his suit, and said,

"Dear Lucy, would you like to do me a favor and shut up?" 

"Dearly brother Amenadiel, like always, you are the one that ruined my day," responded Lucifer. "I please you, let me enjoy my last day." 

"I can not take this anymore," asked Amenadiel. "Tell me the truth, Lucy, what happened? Ever since our last meeting, you have changed."

"...emm...hmm, excuse me, you do realize that the world is constantly changing. Perhaps it is not surprising that I have changed," Lucifer staring at him.

Amenadiel grasps and pushes Lucifer onto the wall, "Don't... Make... Me... To... Repeat... My.. Words."

Finally, for the first time, Lucifer rubbing of the smile on his face. His eyes frozen over like the surface of a winter puddle, "I saw the future. The future as an unworkable road. Even if we tried, it would be a journey into a land devoid of hope."