The morgue. The last room of a hospital that people do not want to visit, for good reason. Its typically not a good place to think about going when getting yourself treated, though it was one of necessity. This one however was probably especially scary considering who or, what was running it. Her demonic horns casting a shadow over the wall as she cleaned her tools. Before pushing her unfortunate guest back into the freezer.

A soft slam echoed as Lucy shut the locker door, a soft look of disappointment on her face. as She took a clipboard writing down the cause of death. "Oh you poor sap. The seventh beer really was a bad idea when you were on a forklift." She tsked. as she placed the clipboard down on her desk. As a soft beep showing she was now off the job.

"Just in time." She cracked her knuckles giving a stretch as her body popped in a loud unnatural way that wouldn't be healthy for a mortal as she left her morbid place of work. As she snapped her fingers opening a nearby portal and walking through it as she got onto the roof of the hospital. The portal closing with a soft sizzle, as she pulled out a cigarette from her pocket, her hoof like thumb igniting as she lit her cigarette and took a deep drag as she looked across the city lights. A smile creeping out across her face as the cold wind blew over her.

"Playing doctor hell goat isn't as bad as I thought it would be." She could only imagine how the demonic warlord she was about 100 years ago would react to her playing hero, even if the medical career she chose was a tad bit morbid.

"I feel good about myself..." She mused softly closing her eyes. Her spaded tail softly scraping the ground as she rather relished the feeling of being helpful then destructive.