The halls of the mansion were silent today. There were no guards on duty and absolutely no one in sight. Something felt off but it wasn't in his place to bother; he was just here for the money and nothing else.
As he made his way to his boss's office, he lit his cigarette, taking a good long puff then letting out a huge cloud of smoke. His boss didn't like him smoking in the office but he did it anyway.
He took a few more puffs then turned the door knob, opening the door to the office.
"I guess no matter how many times I insist you will just will throw my orders out the window, huh?" his boss said, with his back facing Lucifer.
"Well, if you don't show your face, I guess you won't really see if I'm smoking or not." Lucifer took another puff of his cigarette. It was like a second heart to him.