Lucifer fell from the tower, frightened by that bloody dog of that annoying blonde. He saw the ground rushing at him, and then...nothing.

An unknown amount of time passed, and he opened his eyes. Something felt different. No, that wasn’t quite right. He felt nothing at all. Not the ground under his paws, not the wind, not even his own ebony fur.

He sat down, and tried to make sense of what happened. The blonde, the dog, the fall...was he dead? Then why his still on the castle grounds?

Finally, some feeling returned. A primal, devilish feeling. Powerful. Free. He was his own master now, no longer a slave to the puny humans, to his mortal needs. He has heard tales of Uncats, demonic cats who can live forever and cause all sorts of mischief.

He stretched, reveling in this new realization, the freedom. He could finally scout the world, terrorizing whom he wanted. Uncats could feed, but it wasn’t needed. Oh, he would feed indeed. On anyone and anything that dare cross his path.

But first, there was a dog, some mice, and that obnoxious blonde he would deal with.