So, turns out being the temporary ruler of Hell wasn’t all torture and brimstone. Apparently, there was a lot of paperwork.

As in, a lot.

As in, how the fuck did Lucifer do this shit for millions of years?!

Satan groaned, leaning back in his throne as his four glowing eyes scanned the sheets of paper in front of him. What he’s give to be torturing sinners and demons right now. He’s even sell his soul to Sata- oh. Wait. That was him.

“Ugh…how that duck obsessed weirdo ever did all this every week, I’ll never know.”

He complained, scoffing as he placed down one paper, only to pick another up. This was taking too long and Satan was about ready to ditch it for the day, in all honesty.