Satan arrived back at his own living after the court. Stretching out his wings, he grumbled and huffed out some steam. He was quite pissed after all the shit that happened in court, though he was a bit of... focused on Andrealphus, he seem way too suspicious about the court...

He shrugged his shoulders and leaned against his boarding of the bed, wondering where his little therapist is, or in other ways, Yogirt. He sighed and just decided to have some demon fries and watch a cool show.