Lucifer has had another long day of trying to keep everyone in line with no success. He finally resigns to his room stressed and annoyed. "Why can't they just listen to me and do as they're told? Why do they always have to make my life harder?" With a frustrated groan he sits down at his desk and looks at the massive pile of paperwork Barbatos had dropped off earlier. He sighs and picks up his pen. As he starts he hears someone enter his room. "I'm busy." His tone is sharp.