[SMS; Hell of a Hottie] I can’t sleep. Wanna come keep me company?
Great power came with great responsibility
And m o r o n i c subjects. And Tiring paperwork. Truthfully, being the King wasn’t all sunshine and unicorns. Well, Hell rarely was. But being a King was ten times worse. Especially if you weren’t d e n s e yourself. Then it was pretty much guaranteed that you’ll never get a moment of peace. Or quiet.
Now, the title, and the P O W E R that came with the title, was great. Fantastic. The other parts ? Not so much. Hours spent on keeping every one in line. Not to mention the daily reports. Listening to his minions made Crowley want to bash his skull against his very elegant throne. Not that he’ll ever lose control like that.
When he felt his phone buzz in his pocket, he gestured for the lower-level demons to leave. Even if there was a possibility that message was of no importance. At least this will give him a much needed break. Excellent.
[SMS : Eternal Optimist] Are we Besties now ?
[SMS : Eternal Optimist] You do realize how odd this is ?