It started out as revenge. A girl who used to work for me had aspirations for fame, to be a singer, was murdered. I'd met a record producer in my time in Los Angeles, and sent her on her way. She came back to me one night asking for assurances she wasn't a slave to the Devil or other nonsense.

She'd fallen prey to the dangers of fame; I told her all I wanted from her was to get her life back together. And then a hitman comes out of nowhere, shoots us both.

The police were brought in, of course. And I was a witness. So I tagged along with the officer assigned to the case, Chloe Decker.

[Lucifer sighs dramatically.]

It was the record producer, by the way. As far as I know the bastard's still in the loony bin after seeing my devil face.