backstory;
the life of an exile;
daughter of lilith, exile of both heaven and hell ❖
the second most powerful being in all creation ❖
is capable of altering the fabric of reality to change at will ❖
is able to control the powers of rites and ritual ❖
infamous among the circles of magic and the occult ❖
has lived since before the Silver City ❖
once the cohort of Lucifer himself ❖
wears a white mask over one half of her face ❖
owns a gallery in the meatpacking district ❖
lives alone on the upper west side ❖
canon;
Lucifer comics summary, Mazikeen background
the city;
She wandered.
With him gone from this creation there was little else to do; even though she held within her the power to follow, to bend all paths within this existence to point in his direction, Mazikeen knew that the decision to go and to go freely was ultimately his own. She had no power over his will, regardless of how much she longed to hold sway over it. He would have his so-called freedom, and she would have her own.
She considered the knowledge that Elaine Belloc had given her - the time and location necessary to find Beatice once again. Even though Elaine had sworn that she would not write Mazikeen a happy ending, the gesture still reeked of it, and ultimately, Mazikeen did not take the opportunity set before her. And, instead, she wandered.
There were long stretches of time spent in the Spaces Between - underground and high up above - where Mazikeen brushed shoulders with the spawn of Hell, her kinsman, and even the Host. But without him by her side, such things and places felt barren and empty. The axis of her world no longer turned to machinations of his plans, so eventually Mazikeen abandoned such endeavors and instead walked the surface of the Earth with her own two feet - much as any human would.
Los Angeles no longer welcomed her; its air with its metallic taint of smog, its thick-blanketing summers served only as a reminder of a life and service now past. She refused to retire to an idyllic life, far from the thrum of humanity, to become a recluse shuttered away in the hills, removed from the lifeblood of the creation she found herself still rooted in. Another city, she decided, but not this one, and spent the following years searching the globe for a metropolis to bed down in.
In the end, she chose New York, with its buildings of wood and brick and stone, of glass and metal. There was something about the city that spoke to her, perhaps the old blood which flowed through its veins - the people, the ‘others’ that took residency there - but for some reason Mazikeen found it easy (almost like second nature) to simply dissolve into its very fabric. She became familiar with the appropriate circles - magic, the occult, those of Heaven and Hell alike. It was difficult, for a time, to go unnoticed by them; the power that he had given her pulled at those around her like a magnet and drew them to her, until eventually she learned the means to ward herself into obscurity.
No longer beholden to anyone, she made her own way, and - by way of underground circles and word of mouth - slowly emerged as an expert in arts and artifacts rooted in Judeo-Christian mythos (a topic which she understood first-hand, but never made explicit to her human counterparts). Part art dealer and part black-market relics trader, Mazikeen is respected by those ignorant of her true nature and feared by those who are ‘in-the-know’.
She currently lives on the Upper West Side and owns a small, exclusive gallery in the Meatpacking District (named Vidi) which specializes in religiously themed art and artifacts.