The Prince or King as he is called in his domain of hell, sat by his desk going through piles and piles of paper work

He sighed and lightly pushed himself away from his desk holding his head and ran his hand through his long red hair. He feels tired and stressed from all his duties as the Ruler of Wrath

He looks at the phone on his desk, contemplating what to do. Eventually he picks it up and calls you, his assistant to have tea with him

He needs a break and so do you