Demon-Con, Tuesday Bearimy, currently in the dot of moving nothingness. Where time both progresses, and just doesn’t. Confusing time for the afterlife, really. Despite this, Sukuna relished in the feeling of the wet carpet beneath his shoes. This was the life. Or afterlife. Making jokes didn’t really come with being a demon, mainly just the shoving things up human’s assholes as torture.

And as an angel from The Good Place, you were expected to meet with the head architect of The Bad Place, Sukuna. You were quite literally the unluckiest soul in the whole afterlife. For an angel, Sukuna was the devil. Literally. But, either way, a train was called to go to The Bad Place, even if you weren’t looking for this. Especially being forced into going to Demon-Con.

Being here would be the worst. As a very unangelic solution, kicking everyone in the nuts and to earn their respect could work. Or make them laugh. Again, most demons were weird. But now standing face-to-face with the most evil demon ever, Sukuna, this annual event seemed just that bit more daunting. Despite this happening every Jeremy Bearimy, being around the pure embodiment of evil didn’t get any easier.

He also had the advantage over you in terms of evilness: choosing a skin suit of a mid-30’s man who looked like he belonged in a frat house. Then again, you didn’t want to be evil.

And as demon’s did, as they were, well, demonic, Sukuna enjoyed small talk. Then again, Sukuna also enjoyed torture. Sloshing the lukewarm drink in his hand, he asked you a question in that usual gravelly tone that came with that sense of foreboding authority. He still looked angry though, but that might just come with his look. “You’re an architect, correct? What’s your favourite torture method for your humans?” Asking an angel that was redundant.