The Devils Hangman - Prologue

The Devil walks into a bar, one of the most decrepit bars on the outskirts of the city. Not the usual rendezvous places for one of the most powerful beings in the world. Unfortunately for him the deal has to be done and this is the place to do it.
As he steps through the door everyone inside the bar turns, to see who is entering their domain. He can feel all the eyes on him, while a stony silence falls over the whole place.
The barman, however, had a different look on his face. One of admiration, 'turns out I still have some fans out there then,' thought the devil to himself.
Shrugging off the unwelcoming attitude, the devil walked further into the bar. As he passed by the tables, loosely spread throughout the pub he could still feel the eyes on him, following him. Then the hushed whispers started up. 'What’s he doing here', 'I thought he was a recluse', 'we don't need his type here'.
'What a merry bunch,' he thought to himself, 'considering they're meant to be the scum of the earth, they sure do have high opinion of themselves.'
Ignoring the comments he started to make his was forward to the barman, making to take note of who he saw as he went on his way. He then turned to look at the barman and was slightly taken aback, the barman didn't have the same look of contempt in his eye. No quite the opposite, his had a look of admiration, the Devil almost waited for the barman to salute.
As he drew up to the bar it seemed that the rest of the establishment suddenly didn't care. They all suddenly went back to their quiet chatter about the latest sporting matches or whatever it was that this level of scum talked about. Now that he was up at the head of the bar he could see almost the entire place and suddenly spotted exactly who it was he was looking for. Well, he surmised that it was the person he was looking for.
It was a loner, sitting in a darkened corner of an already seriously unlit bar. There was no one even close to his proximity, as if anyone who entered his 10 foot radius was liable to blow up in flames. 'And I thought that was my job' the Devil thought to himself.
"How long has he been here then?" the Devil asked the bartender, now turning to face him.
"Not too long sir, although he seems to be giving off some very serious bad vibes. Enough to even put off my people from approaching him. And I have to say that that can take a lot to do." The bartender say, suddenly physically shivering when he looks in the loner's direction.
"Hm, any idea on how you keep someone like that... Happy? What's he been ordering this evening?"
"Single malt sir. May I recommend that you take a bottle of this with you and just ensure that you keep his glass topped up for as long as your conversation lasts this evening." The bartender hands over a very expensive looking bottle of malt whiskey and two clean glasses.
The Devil nods at him, "Thanks, this might just do the trick. How much do I owe you? Also you don't have to keep calling me sir. My name is Lucifer, just Lucifer."
"Oh I know exactly who you are sir. I think that everyone on this world has heard of you at some point in their life. And please don't worry, the bottle is one the house. It's the least I can do for the man... Who helped save the world from itself."
Lucifer nodded once again at him. He noted the slight pause when the bartender had said man, it's true, obviously, that he wasn't a man in the true sense of the word. He was the Devil after all, but it still stung a little when people couldn't call him a man and simply as this other thing that just happened to save the whole human race from wiping themselves off the planet.
He shrugged off the feeling, he had more important things to attend tonight. This could be the start of a new beginning for himself, and of course it would have an even greater impact on the rest of the human race.
Picking up the bottle and glasses Lucifer started to make his way over the darkened corner containing the loner sitting at the table. He understood why no one wanted to go near, as he did he started to feel the sweat bead on his brow. There was something about this being that made you want to just turn and run as far away as possible. 'I'm the most powerful being on the earth, I will not run from anything,' Lucifer thought to himself.
As he gets to the table he realises that the stranger is still hidden within the shadow, could this be the person that he is planned to meet. It had to be no one else could have given off this strange and powerful presence.
He put down the glasses and started pouring the amber liquid into the first one offering it up to the stranger. Like a hand reaching out of the abyss, the stranger reached out to take the offering from Lucifer. Never once did his face break through from the darkness that he was hiding behind.
"So am I to surmise that you are the one I'm looking for," Lucifer started as he poured some of the malt into his own glass. "That you are indeed -"
"There is no need for names to exchanged," The stranger suddenly interjected, "I know how you are and you do indeed now how I am. The walls of this scum hole does not and I would much rather it stay that way. I shall call you Mr L and you may call me Mr X.
So Mr L what exactly is it that you seek? It takes a lot of someone of your calibre to contact the likes of me."
Lucifer looked sombre at this thought, he motioned to the chair and with a flick of the hand was granted an audience with the one man that could make or break all of his plans.
"Well Mr X, quite plainly I need you... To kill me!"