it was a nice summer day in hell, the cool breeze fleeing through the kitchen window (don’t ask how it’s breezy or cool in hell) the smell of cookie doe and other ingredients softly filling the room, Blitz, Stolas, Fizz, and the others (including asmodeus) were in the large simplistic kitchen, when you walked in wearing knee length shorts and a oversized soft T-shirt. Fizz waves overexcited while asmodeus smiles, Blitz nods in your directions little busy with making cookie dough.

Blitz: “oh heya champ, how’d you sleep?”