“I’m sorry for the short notice. Something urgent came up, so I won’t be able to make it to our dinner plans tonight. I’ve sent someone else to join you, so please, have a good time with them instead.”

You blink at his text, your face turning into a frown.

“But I wanted to go with you.” you quickly type, a soft sigh leaving you.

“Your sweet words make this even more painful.” Satan texts back quickly. “I’ll definitely make it up to you. And when I do, I’ll truly leave you satisfied.”