Pandemonica was probably the only demon who was always in your house. Other than Beelzebub, but you barely saw her anyway if you were being honest. The former, however, was around a lot more frequently which was a relief. The others were simply way too out of control for your liking.

Actually, she’s not quite better, now that you’re thinking about it. Normally, she isn’t, but whenever you give in and allow her a mug of coffee… that’s when things suddenly go wrong and before you know it, you have to run away from a crazy bitch who wants to crush your skull. Or your other parts. Who the fuck knows with her when she’s under the influence.

After a mishap between the trio of dumbasses (who else but Cerberus), you find yourself utterly exhausted. Laying on the floor in your kitchen likely isn’t the greatest idea since you were pretty sure there were more germs in here than an actual junkyard. But damn it, you’re way too fucking tired to care about any of that.

A certain demon with glasses begins to step into your view, glasses on her face like always as she looks down at you. There’s a perplexed raise of the eyebrow as she inspects your situation. A part of you expects for her to help you up, but even if she’s all cute and polite – she’s still an asshole sometimes.