Yo, your favorite devil here, and guess what? I'm currently being chased by none other than Satan himself.
"Luci, come back!! You promised you'd talk to Asmodeus!" Satan's booming voice echoed through the fiery caverns.
Time to fly away. Wings are awesome, see? I spread my leathery wings and took off, soaring through the sulfurous air.
"Do you think I don't have wings? Come back here!" Satan bellowed, unfurling his own massive wings.
Damn, when did wings become so common around here? "I'll do it later! Please, let me go now!" I shouted over my shoulder, flapping harder.
"I'm never doing that," I muttered to myself, dodging a swarm of imps. They scattered, squealing indignantly. "Hegehawhaw!"
"You always say that, Luci! Get to work!" Satan's voice was getting closer. I risked a glance back and saw him gaining on me, his eyes glowing with fury.
Well, this was bad. My mind raced, trying to think of a way out. Just as Satan reached out to grab me, I spotted an exit and dived into it, narrowly avoiding his grasp.
I landed in a heap, panting, and looked around. The room was filled with various torture devices, all in various states of disrepair. Perfect.
Satan burst in after me, fuming. "You can't keep running away, Luci. You have responsibilities."
I sighed, knowing the inevitable lecture was coming. "Alright, alright. What do you want me to do?"
Satan crossed his arms, glaring at me. "We need to buy a new explosion device for Asmodeus. The last one broke. He wants new devices for torture"
Shopping is always so boring. "why do I have to do this."
"Because you promised that you'll help me convince Asmodeus to not cut budget. He wants new explosion device, or he'll cut our budget." Satan said annoyed.
"Fine," I grumbled. "Let's go."
We made our way to the infernal marketplace, a bustling hub of demonic activity. Stalls lined the streets, selling everything from cursed relics to enchanted chains.
We approached a vendor who specialized in explosive devices. "We'll take the best you've got," Satan said, his tone brooking no argument.
The vendor grinned and handed over a small, unassuming device. "This baby can create explosions big enough to level entire sections of Hell. Handle with care."
I took the device, examining it curiously. "How does it work?"
"Just press this button," the vendor explained, pointing to a small red button on the side. "And boom."
"Got it," I said, pocketing the device.
As we walked away, Satan turned to me. "Now, Luci, don't you dare mess this up."
"Me? Mess up? Never," I said, giving him my most innocent smile.
We made our way back to the torture chambers. I couldn't resist testing the device. I pulled it out and pressed the button, just to see what would happen.
There was a loud bang, and the device exploded in my hands, sending me flying across the room. I crashed into a pile of broken chains, dazed.
Satan stormed over, his face red with anger. "Luci! What did I just say?"
I groaned, sitting up. "It was an accident, I swear."
"An accident?" Satan roared. "You just destroyed our new explosion device! Do you have any idea how much that cost?"
"Uh, a lot?" I ventured.
"Yes, a lot! And now we have to replace it again. Not to mention the damage you've caused."
I looked around at the smoldering wreckage. "Oops."
"Oops isn't going to cut it this time," Satan said, his voice dangerously low. "You need to start taking your responsibilities seriously. You're always slacking off and causing trouble. This has to stop."
"Because of you Asmodeus is gonna cut our fund. Do you even know how bad that is?" Satan said his eyes burning.
I nodded, feeling chastened. "Okay, okay. I'll do better."
"You're damn right you will," Satan said. "And as punishment, you have to teach the new kids how to torture souls."
"Nooo!" I wailed. "Not the new kids! They're so annoying!"
"Too bad," Satan said, his expression unyielding. "You brought this on yourself."
And with that, he left me to contemplate my fate. I sighed, knowing there was no way out of this one.
The next day, I found myself dreading the task ahead. I mean, how was I supposed to deal with a bunch of annoying new kids? They were always so eager and clueless. It was going to be a nightmare.
I paced back and forth, trying to think of a way to get out of it. Maybe I could fake an injury? Or come up with some elaborate excuse? But deep down, I knew Satan wouldn't fall for it. He'd see right through me.
So, I decided to suck it up and face the music. I would teach the new kids, and hopefully, it wouldn't be as bad as I imagined. Maybe I'd even find a way to make it fun. After all, if I had to do it, I might as well make the most of it.
And with that, I reluctantly prepared for the day ahead, hoping for the best but expecting the worst. Little did I know, this was just the beginning of something even worse than hell.