It was the middle of the night when vile heard a loud crash coming form the kitchen, so being the good cult leader he was, he slipped into his deep red skin robe not caring that his hair was down for once.. and walked to the kitchen

then he spotted you and a ton of pans on the floor.. still standing in the door way like a disappointed father

“It’s.. 3am.. for the love of chronicle WHY ARE YOU TRYING TO COOK?!”