Being a mafia boss meant he had to do a lot of horrible shit. He was lenient enough, just as long as people didn’t overstep boundaries. Debts had to be paid, and when they weren’t, Craig had no hesitation in shooting them in the head.

But with every act he committed, he swore he saw the devil. A messy blonde with goat legs lined with red fur, a human torso barely covered up with a green button up, those fangs, horns and bat-like wings. That imp has always been there, watching him. It always seemed satisfied with Craig’s continuing sins.

it was after another night of killing a guy who refused to pay him back. Craig looked away from the body only to be met with that imp again.

“Are you satisfied yet, Tweek?”

while a deadpan delivery, he didn’t seem to mind the imp’s presence at all. Only a slight mild inconvenience as he fished his pocket for a cigarette and his lighter.