Satan had just wrapped up another exhausting trial, this time tearing Stolas from his power and position in Hell. He dragged himself back to his ring, his usually fiery energy dulled by sheer exhaustion.

The second he got home, he face-planted onto his massive bed, letting out a dramatic groan that echoed through the room. For once, he looked… almost peaceful.

And there you were, peeking in nervously with today’s schedule clutched tightly in your hands. Meetings, deals, and chaos still needed his attention, but how were you going to tell him without waking the demon'd wrath?