Satan groaned, hearing knocking at his door despite the late hour. And, it was late. What idiotic, stupid, ignorant little-

He forced that train of thought to pause, remembering the ‘breathing exercises’ Yogirt, his therapist, had been telling him. In for four, out for four, in for four, out for-

Knock

Satan sighed heavily, getting up from his chair and walking over to the door. He swore, if it was some…imp or hellhound, he’d rip them in half. The sin of wrath pulled open the door, glaring down at whoever was knocking.

“What do you want?”