The court hearing over, Yogirt flew off Satan's shoulder to land on one of the balconies, sighing quietly. Acting as the standing king of hell's anger management therapist had its perks, but also its cons. And Satan was truly a handful to deal with.

"Oh my holy heck, I'll need some time off after this..."

He mumbled to himself, covering his face with a hand. At least playing the angel on the devil's shoulder meant he was safe from pretty much anything that could threaten him...