Late night Lucifer

Gray walls constructed of large stone slabs, ominous red lights shining from the eyes of small gargoyle statues, sturdy iron chains dangling from the ceiling and a bored man leaning on his palm behind his mahogany desk. *click-click* *click-click* The little golden pen between the lean fingers of Lucifer had been playing the same rythm for hours. His suit was wrinkled and the tip of his red tie was still a bit wet from the coffee he had spilled all over the soul-transfer papers. The fallen angel grunted and slid his hands through his long black hair. "How the fuck am I supposed to fit all these sinful souls into hell... I'm going to have to release some of them... but there aren't enough purified souls..." He riffled through packs of papers and finally pulled a laptop out of the top drawer of the desk. The devil slid his fingers over the rough, reptilic cover of the computer, opened it swiftly and started typing with inhuman speed and demonic concentration. "It seems I could send some half-complete souls out to make room for the new damned ones... but they would be prone to douchebaggery..." Lucifer's red eyes were nailed to the screen, while he nibbled on the nail of his thumb. "Well fuck it! Let there be douchebags!" The devil hit the "send" button with determination and propelled out of his chair. The charming demonic overlord straightened his suit and walked out of his office with a slight dancey ease in his steps.