Lucifer's path of life was set in stone from the beginning, his parents creating for him a normal upbringing.  At the early age of 8, he was already running with the wrong crowd, his head full of demented thoughts and dark ideas.  Vandalism was a way to relieve boredom, someone else's loss was his gain.  And as the years passed by, his hunger for darkness grew.  He continued about his ways, visiting the state prison at least once every two years.   There he had an exceptional amount of time to think, the darkness slowly consuming his soul until he became obsessed with the idea of watching someone suffer of sheer amusement.  Little did he know this was only the beginning...

Throughout the years of his life, he continued torturing people, watching them suffer, watching them die, watching their final breath pass through their bodies.  He felt truly alive only then, and it felt wonderful, the adrenaline rush that was brought with death filled him completely.  In a sick twisted way, he felt he was finally normal after releasing one from our world.  By the age of 20, his ideas grew, and his parents became his next targets.  Watching them die for Lucifer was the greatest rush in the world, he felt invincible.  Having no family, and the cops trailing him for about 3 years, he cruised the United States before reaching his destination in New York were he began his sick torture all over.  

Unfortunately, however, Lucifer tortured one of the wrong people, one of which had connections in the mob.  Eventually they had a hit out on Lucifer, and eventually busted into his house, twenty mobsters piling into his one bedroom apartment.  Lucifer was in the back, the torture room, huddled in a corner, clutching his head within his hands, a menacing smile lingering across his face.  He sat there, as the mob unloaded round after round into his body, crimson spraying the walls and the tailored suits of the mobsters.  The pain was a release, one Lucifer had longed to feel, and, up to this point, had awaited.  After his body lay limp on the ground of the dinky apartment, the smile spread even wider across his face as his soul was sent to Yomi, whom sent him back to earth upon the noting of his darkness.

Now, he stalks the streets, a Devil-Tiger in nature.  He works with no one, and trusts even fewer.  Wandering from place to place, his life as a torturer has been slowly fading.  Now he wishes to see crimson spilled through combat.  Sheer, unpredictable, unreasonable, combat.  He feels nothing, and cares not for human civilization, nor anything else for that matter.  He lives for himself.  In the back of his mind, he wishes to end all the madness and become a dark mercenary, but to this point is current undecided.  Enter the life of Lucifer Hollow.

"....and maybe...your gonna be the one that saves me..."  -Oasis-