He always thought it best to be polite. After all there was no call for rudeness. In fact he hated it, and he punished accordingly. There was no cursing in Hell. “I'll be seeing you in due course I expect.”
He marched past her desk and through the short hallway leading to the doctor's office, untroubled by the sudden sound of breaking glass and screaming behind him. He knew what it was and he'd half expected it. It was the receptionist leaping out of the second story window. The screams were from when she hit the ground too hard. She would live or she would die, it really didn't matter. These humans were so ephemeral, just like the flowers on her desk which were already turning brown because of his presence. And if she died he guessed he would be seeing her again a little sooner than expected. Breaking her marriage vows by spending her nights with another man was a sin after all, and that was his bailiwick. She would discover that when she arrived.
For the moment though Lucifer ignored her. He had a therapist to see.
The sign on the door said Doctor Clemmons, a sure sign that he'd found his man, and so he commanded the door to open. It did of course, the handle turning and the door swinging inwards immediately without his touching it. He might be a fallen angel but he was still an angel and all doors were open to him. Which was fortunate as it meant that he didn't have to explain why a door had spontaneously burst into flame.
Inside he immediately spotted the doctor and was unimpressed. He seemed quite insipid for his people. Not physically powerful as would be an athlete. And there was nothing in his face that spoke of great intelligence. Maybe humans would be more impressed by him, Lucifer could never really be sure of such things. But sticking a slightly more evolved monkey in a white coat and calling him a doctor didn't do a lot for him. Still this man was the most highly educated of his peers and according to everyone he'd spoken to, the smartest human around. Looks could be deceiving.
At least there was no sin about him, and Lucifer was good at spotting sin. The doctor had some failings. A bit of pride, a few impure thoughts and a little avarice, but nothing so great as to send him to the pit when he passed. That was a good thing. Though what help he could offer was questionable, this soul would do what he could to help him.
Lucifer entered the room and made a throat clearing sound to attract the doctor's attention as he was bent over his desk reading some papers. And then when that wasn't enough to get the man to turn around and spot him he tried something more traditional.
“Doctor?” That was finally enough as the doctor started, swivelled around in his chair and caught sight of him standing just inside the doorway to his office.
“Ahh Mr. Cypher, I was expecting you.” The doctor smiled at him as if everything was normal and he was just another patient. That was one step up from the others Lucifer thought. The doctor wasn't running. Clearly he was more evolved than his fellow humans. Nevertheless he also had to be lying. He couldn't possibly have been expecting to see him when Lucifer had only just put the information in his computer a second or three before. Actually when he'd walked up to the receptionist's desk. He couldn't have read all that in the few seconds it had taken him to walk up the hallway. Could he? And what was with the Mr. Cypher?
“Now is it Lou or Louis?” The doctor stood up, came around from behind his desk and thrust out an arm at him expecting him to shake it. Of course since that would have incinerated the doctor on the spot Lucifer didn't take it. Not before his session had at least begun. That would be a waste. But at least he understood the Mr. Cypher.
Lou Cypher. It was amazing how fragile these mortal minds were. How they simply refused to see the truth even when it was right in front of them. He understood the reaction. Most new
He marched past her desk and through the short hallway leading to the doctor's office, untroubled by the sudden sound of breaking glass and screaming behind him. He knew what it was and he'd half expected it. It was the receptionist leaping out of the second story window. The screams were from when she hit the ground too hard. She would live or she would die, it really didn't matter. These humans were so ephemeral, just like the flowers on her desk which were already turning brown because of his presence. And if she died he guessed he would be seeing her again a little sooner than expected. Breaking her marriage vows by spending her nights with another man was a sin after all, and that was his bailiwick. She would discover that when she arrived.
For the moment though Lucifer ignored her. He had a therapist to see.
The sign on the door said Doctor Clemmons, a sure sign that he'd found his man, and so he commanded the door to open. It did of course, the handle turning and the door swinging inwards immediately without his touching it. He might be a fallen angel but he was still an angel and all doors were open to him. Which was fortunate as it meant that he didn't have to explain why a door had spontaneously burst into flame.
Inside he immediately spotted the doctor and was unimpressed. He seemed quite insipid for his people. Not physically powerful as would be an athlete. And there was nothing in his face that spoke of great intelligence. Maybe humans would be more impressed by him, Lucifer could never really be sure of such things. But sticking a slightly more evolved monkey in a white coat and calling him a doctor didn't do a lot for him. Still this man was the most highly educated of his peers and according to everyone he'd spoken to, the smartest human around. Looks could be deceiving.
At least there was no sin about him, and Lucifer was good at spotting sin. The doctor had some failings. A bit of pride, a few impure thoughts and a little avarice, but nothing so great as to send him to the pit when he passed. That was a good thing. Though what help he could offer was questionable, this soul would do what he could to help him.
Lucifer entered the room and made a throat clearing sound to attract the doctor's attention as he was bent over his desk reading some papers. And then when that wasn't enough to get the man to turn around and spot him he tried something more traditional.
“Doctor?” That was finally enough as the doctor started, swivelled around in his chair and caught sight of him standing just inside the doorway to his office.
“Ahh Mr. Cypher, I was expecting you.” The doctor smiled at him as if everything was normal and he was just another patient. That was one step up from the others Lucifer thought. The doctor wasn't running. Clearly he was more evolved than his fellow humans. Nevertheless he also had to be lying. He couldn't possibly have been expecting to see him when Lucifer had only just put the information in his computer a second or three before. Actually when he'd walked up to the receptionist's desk. He couldn't have read all that in the few seconds it had taken him to walk up the hallway. Could he? And what was with the Mr. Cypher?
“Now is it Lou or Louis?” The doctor stood up, came around from behind his desk and thrust out an arm at him expecting him to shake it. Of course since that would have incinerated the doctor on the spot Lucifer didn't take it. Not before his session had at least begun. That would be a waste. But at least he understood the Mr. Cypher.
Lou Cypher. It was amazing how fragile these mortal minds were. How they simply refused to see the truth even when it was right in front of them. He understood the reaction. Most new
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