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A Lucifer/Zootopia Mishmash with a Devil-figure settling in a Zootopia-type place.
Legend tells of a waterhole that many creatures lived side-by-side at in peace and plenty. The place was ruled by The Great One, who was known for his benevolence. But, there were many dangers, especially from those known as the Scorched Ones, who were pure evil, and who repeatedly tried to take the waterhole over. To protect the creatures, The Great One created a protector known as The Bright One, who had the tendency to outwit his foes as opposed to fighting them, although he could fight when he had to. His victories filled him with pride. Problem was, in his pride, he felt himself to be a more capable ruler than The Great One, and alongside of those who followed him, tried to take over. However, they were beaten by The Great One and his followers, and thus were kicked out of the waterhole into the lands of the Scorched Ones, but not before The Great One punished The Bright One, burning his face. Renamed The Burned One, the former protector took over The Scorched Ones, and has spent the last several thousand years torturing the souls of those who have committed evil deeds, disliking his punishment.

However, he got bored of ruling the Scorched Ones, and sought out a different sort of entertainment, and soon found himself in Animaltropolis, a city filled with anthropomorphic animals. Taking the form of a Red Fox, and calling himself Rayos Flambe, he was able to use his powers of persuasion to get himself a nightclub that he named "The Scorcher", and has become a rather successful owner of the place. Practically everyone in the city has dropped by, and all have been taken in by his charms, giving him money and other favors when he asks for them. The only thing odd about the place is a distinct lack of mirrors and other reflective surfaces, because while Rayos Flambe looks like an exceptionally handsome male fox, his reflection reveals his true nature as The Burned One. He also has no problems convincing any female, or male, to get into bed with him, and telling him their deepest and darkest desires.

Things change however, when an actress, who previously worked at "The Scorcher" as a singer is murdered in front of him, and he encounters Lola Lepis, a female rabbit officer, who, unlike everyone else, is not only resistant to his powers of persuasion, but is able brush off his charms. Curious about this oddity, Rayos decides to work with her, in order to find out who killed his former employee, and to figure out what makes Lola different from everyone else.

(Here's the links to Lucifer and Zootopia, which this is inspired by.)

Rayos Flambe drank the brown liquid in the glass, the fiery liquid flowing down his throat. Placing the glass down, he called out, "Another shot."

"You sure about that?" the wolfess bartender asked. "It would be your third."

"You know full well that I could drink every bottle behind the bar, and only get a mild headache at worst," said Royos. "So could you for that matter, Ember."

The wolfess chuckled as she refilled the glass. The brown liquid showed a reflection, that of a creature that looked like it had been burned by fire. "At least most don't notice the truth about you and me, especially after a few drinks."

"Torturer, bodyguard, and bartender," Rayos said as he picked the glass up. As he started to tip the glass down his throat, a feeling came over him, and the liquid paused, just as it was about to leave its container. "Leon, you have rotten timing."

"Alcohol clouds ones judgement, as you well know," said a golden lion, who sat down next to him. "And it's The Golden One"

"Would be nice if you walked in like everyone else," said Ember. "I just hope the drink ends up in his mouth, and not on the rug. The drink isn't cheap either."

"The Great One requests that you return to The Scorched Ones, before they cause trouble," the lion said.

"Leon, tell father that he can shove his request up his tailpipe," said Rayos. "And I do mean to say it in those exact words."

"He isn't going to like hearing that," said the lion. "You need to go back."

"Too bad for him," said Rayos. "I like it here."

"I'll be seeing you soon." The lion vanished.

Moving quickly, Rayos managed to catch most of the liquid in his mouth, but ended up coughing as some went down the wrong tube. "I hate it when he does that. Ruins a good drink."

"Least I don't have to mop it up," Ember muttered. Then she smiled. "Of course, this face looks much friendlier."

Rayos turned, just as a lovely skunk sat next to him.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Just a bit of bad timing is all," said Rayos. "It will pass soon. Nice to see you again Fraya."

"I want to thank you for what you did," the skunk said. "If it wasn't for you, I'd still be out on the streets."

"I would have to be some sort of horrible monster to let a sweet thing like you be a beggar," said Rayos. "Besides, all I did was give you a job waiting tables."

"But, then you heard me sing, and put me on the stage, and there was that producer in the audience, and he had me audition, and from there, I'm now the female lead for the upcoming Waterhole movie," the skunk said.

Rayos chuckled. "Hard to believe. Never was into that old story, though I always felt a kinship to The Burned One. That being said, I am happy for you, and when it comes out in theaters, I'll see about being first in line."

The skunk smiled. "Thank you." She then looked at her phone. "Well, I'd better get going."

"May I escort you out?" Rayos asked, offering his arm.

"Of course." The skunk accepted his arm.

Soon, the pair were outside.

"It was good seeing you again," the skunk said.

"Likewise, Fraya," said Rayos. "Hey, if you ever need a favor, just come to me."

"You've always been go-"

That was when a car speed by, with an automatic pistol sticking out the window, lead spraying.

Rayos leaped on top of Fraya, trying to stop the bullets from hitting her, but he watched in horror as some still managed to hit her, including in her face. The skunk was dead. He looked up in anger, as the car left the scene, only to be hit by a large tractor-trailer truck. "You're not escaping that easily."

He got off of the skunk, ran over to the car, ripped the door off, and saw that the driver, a weasel, had been impaled by the steering wheel. He then grabbed a hold of the driver. "Speak, or I'll see to it that you suffer for an eternity."

The weasel was dying, but his eyes widened as he realized what he was looking at. "Please, don't take me, Burned One. I was merely hired."

"Who?" Rayos's voice deepened, as flames came from his face.

"I don't know," the weasel said. "There was a note, with cash. Five thousand, plus a number of precious gems, with more once the job was done. That's all I-" That was when the weasel fell, dead.

Rayos growled. "I hope that someone places you in a fitting spot for when I get around to dealing with you." He let go of the weasel, and walked back to Fraya. He stoked what was left of the young skunk's face. "You deserved better than this. You should have grown old, with your children surrounding you. At least you'll go someplace nice, I promise you that. As for the one that killed you, I'll see to it that he suffers."
Nagini Serpetos a King Cobra Forensic Scientist was in her lab when she heard the blare, another murder had been committed
A while later, a rabbit police officer, Detective Lola Lepis from the Animaltropolis Police Department, arrived on the scene. She looked up at some of the taller uniformed officers. "So, what do we have?"

"Seems to be a drive-by at any rate," said an elk officer. "The owner of the club was escorting the deceased to their vehicle when the shooter's car drove up, fired a bunch of shots, hitting the victim multiple times, fatally, before driving off. Problem was, the shooter's car was hit by a tractor-trailer, killing them almost instantly."

"Almost instantly?" Lola asked.

"Apparently the driver of the tractor-trailer saw the club owner talking to the shooter, just before the shooter died," said the elk. "Probably telling the shooter that he hoped that The Burned One punished him for what he did, because the tractor-trailer driver heard that name brought up."

"So, what did they talk about?" Lola asked.

"Not sure," the elk said. "The club owner is inside, and looks like he's trying to drink himself to death. Seems that he and the deceased shared history, and were good friends."

"I see," said Lola. "I'll talk to him."

As she entered, she saw a fox at the bar, a glass in his hand.

"I should have done something," he said. "Should have moved quicker. Should have stopped him. Should have-"

"There was nothing you could have done," said a wolf. "You didn't-"

"I didn't what?!" The fox threw threw the glass, shattering it against the wall. "I mean, why her? She'd done nothing to deserve getting shot. He told me that he'd been paid to kill her. I want whomever it was that ordered her killed, and I want their head on a-"

The wolf cleared their throat. "Rayos, I know you're upset, but you need to calm down. There's a police officer on the premise."

"She didn't deserve to get shot." The fox snapped his fingers. "Another."

The wolf got out another glass, and poured the liquid from a bottle.

"I take it that you and the deceased-" Lola started to say.

"Fraya Florance," said Rayos. "Fraya, if you don't mind."

"I take it that you and her were friends?" Lola finished.

"More or less," said Rayos. "She used to work for me, as a waitress. She was good at singing though, and I encouraged her to try the karaoke we have. Well, in the audience, there was a producer, and they liked what they heard, and gave her their card. After that, they started auditioning, getting small roles here and there, until she got picked to be in Waterhole. It would have been her first big movie, and it could have taken her far. It would have been a very happy story ending for her. Instead, tragedy, after all she'd been through."

"Her life wasn't good, I take it?" Lola asked.

"I found her scrounging for food from the dumpster out back when I first met her," said Rayos. "Of course, at the time, I thought that she was just a boy, but, well, seems that things were very complicated for her indeed."

"How complicated?" Lola asked.

"It has to do with her gender and sexual orientation," said Rayos. "That coroner's going to be in for a shock when they take her undergarments off, and sees male equipment down there instead of female equipment."

"So, she was actually a he?" said Lola, as she wrote this down, just in case it was important.

"No, she was a she, at least where it really mattered, in her mind and the rest of her body," said Rayos. "Problem was, her parents weren't so understanding, and tried to raise her as a boy, so when puberty came, things got interesting, especially when she became interested in not just girls, but guys as well. Then, one day, after turning 18, they found 'their son' with another young man, and they just lost it, kicking her out. A few days later, I found her. I gave her food, shelter, clothes, a place to work, and I didn't ask her any embarrassing questions, unless she wanted to talk about it. I told them to be whom they wanted to be. If they wanted to be a male, then it would be the best suits and pants. If they wanted to be female, the best dresses and skirts."

"I see," said Lola. "You showed her kindness, more than what some would expect from a stranger who wouldn't understand such things."

"I know what it's like to be kicked out," said Rayos. "Do you know what her father's last words to her were? 'May The Burned One care for the likes of you!' Funny how things turned out."

Lola looked around at the place, and saw a painting of The Burned One. It showed a fox-like creature whose face had been burned, almost to the bone. "Well, I doubt she's with him."

Rayos chuckled. "You're right there. Certainly not anymore."

"So, tell me what the shooter told you?" Lola asked.

"Why should I?" Rayos asked. "You don't even know her. All you want is a medal for solving the case, and you want to get in bed with me." He looked at her. "I mean, that is what you desire, isn't it, Sergeant."

"It's Detective Lola Lepis, and all I want is to find out who did this," said Lola. "As for hopping into bed with you, I don't do that sort of thing."

Rayos blinked. "Interesting."
(I'm not sue if I can do this this campfire seems to complicated for since it's a show I've never watched)
(Don't worry too much. Try reading the episode summaries and the TV Tropes page, and you'll get the general idea. Basically, our Devil-espy is a Jerk with a Heart of Gold, who become a consultant, in part because our Detective is immune to his charms, which intrigues him, but also because he thinks its fun to troll criminals and other nasty people.)
The trouble is both the main characters and some of the side characters are your characters I have nothing to contribute with any of them because you've clearly got all them set up in a certain way I can't do anything with them, this is why I've started making all my campfires improve
Might as well close this.

The End!

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