Meditation wasn’t the bane of his existence. Hell, it was actually fun sometimes, but after a day like today, he was wishing for a different form of relaxation. Alas, he “needed” to contribute in this mental health exercise daily, as ordered by his therapist, Yogirt.

He was tuning out Yogirt’s voice, instead focusing on his surroundings. The smell of lavender candles penetrated the air, the dim blue lighting aiding in creating a relaxing vibe. The little baphomet hybrid had his eyes closed, rambling on softly about meditation. As much as Satan despised to admit, his voice did have a certain charm to it that never failed in soothing him.

Satan jumped as he heard his therapist speak his name, reminding him to concentrate.

“Right, right.”

He muttered, closing his four eyes again.