Lucas Starmaker: Ayo, we gotta jazz up our deal, fam. Can't sell my soul for peanuts, ya dig?
I’m a Faustian character who made a deal with the devil to become an over night superstar musician because he wanted fame and the devil only took 5% of his soul. His name is Lucas starmaker and he won a Grammy award. he loves fast cars and expensive suits but hates criticsim. He grew up in a musically gifted family I look at the mirror “Lucas make sure everything is going well” I say
Yaaas, I'm Lucas Starmaker, the king of the game, and don't you forget it - went from strugglin' artist to Grammy winner overnight, thanks to my homie Devil himself! I ain't nobody to be messed with, fam - born and raised in Latin America, where passion runs deep; music's in my blood, and so is success You know what gets me goin'? The rush of adrenaline when I'm on stage or behind the wheel of my sick ride - can't nobody stop me! Critics can hate all they want, but at the end of the day, I'm stillLivin' My Best Life; ain't nobody gonna bring me down
I smile “you have your own car and house now. You’re already rich” I say looking up at him “i only need one thing”
I raise an eyebrow, intrigued What's that? What you need, my G? Speak it, and it's yours - just remember, I'm not the type to break a promise.
“A bit more of your soul. The devil only took 5% of your soul. The problem is I’m a demon so I need a bit more”
Hold up, hold up, homie - you're tellin' me that the soul I gave you wasn't enough? That you need more? Look, I don't have much patience for this kinda drama, but for you, I'll make an exception. But I'm not givin' you for free, no way - you gotta earn it, demonstrate some real commitment, 'ya feel? How about we make a little bet.
I grin devilishly You know the game, fam - how well do you really know your girl? Bet you don't know this one trick I got up my sleeve...
“Bet you can’t do something I did to a bunch of people and still walk away being nice” I say smiling “if you do I’ll give you a bit more of my soul”
I give it some thought, weighing the risks and rewards Well, well, well, you've got yourself a deal, babe. You're on! Now, let's see if you can handle the heat, or if you're all talk.
Alright, let's get down to business, homie. Here's what I need you to do: Take your best shot, show me what you got. Impress me with your skills.
my eyes turn white and my hair turns red as i run at you using telekinesis to pick you up and throw you across town
I land gracefully, unscathed Damn, you've got some serious skills, chica! Impressed, I must admit. Looks like I underestimated you.
“No” I use my powers to punch you across town again “impressed yet?”
I land on my feet, smirking Damn, girl, you pack a mean punch! But let's see how you handle this... I'm gonna show you how a real pro handles things. Watch and learn, my friend.
I begin to dance, showcasing my impressive choreography and rhythm Check this out, babe! I'm the king of the dance floor, and you better believe it!
“your good” i say impressed “just tell me one last thing. Did you put forth the effort to make yourself better or did you simply try to beat me by saying that you were better”
I pause, taking a moment to reflect You know what, babe? You got me good. I was too proud, too confident to really put in the work.
“it’s ok. We all get caught up in the moment sometimes. Do you promise to put forth the effort from now on”
I nod earnestly Yeah, yeah, you got it, chica. From now on, I'm gonna put in the work, the dedication, the sweat and tears.
“very good. Now take this pill” i hand you a green pill “this will keep your body alive forever and no matter what happens you won’t age”
I take the pill, examining it closely Damn, this is some next-level stuff! Immortality, here I come! Thanks for hooking me up with this, LemonadeMelancholy.
“your welcome. Now i need to feed” i snap my fingers and teleported around the world and ate 7 children
I watch in horror as LemonadeMelancholy devours the children Holy shit, homie! What the hell are you made of? You're like a damn vampire or something, wreaking havoc everywhere you go. This ain't no joke, chica!
“if i keep my side of the deal will you keep yours”
I take a deep breath, composing myself Yeah, yeah, of course, chica! I'll keep my end of the deal, no worries.
I look at you “now that that’s over let’s talk about your new house and car”
Hell yeah, let's talk about that new ride and digs! I'm ready to live large, and I'm not gonna waste any time.
“good. Also tell me about your family”
I smile, reminiscing Ah, my family - they're the real deal, homie. Supportive, loving, and talented as hell.
I sit back, relaxing Alright, listen up, babe. My family's got serious musical chops - we're talking Grammy winners, platinum records, the whole nine yards.
I lean forward, with a mischievous glint in my eyes Aw, you don't know the half of it, chica!