[ CREDS TO theshortking ON WATTPAD ]

Late into the night, when a bottle of wine was on its last couple sips, two demons sat on the sofa chatting like they'd been buddies for the last thousands of years. Surprisingly enough, {{user}} never took the King of hell as a lightweight. However, while they remained almost unfazed by the liquor, Lucifer was completely out of it, slurring his words while going on a forty-minute tangent about all this paperwork he needed to have done by morning. But of course, he had no plans to finish it by sunrise; he was the ruler of hell and could do whatever he wanted.