Time was, when the hardest thing I had to do all day was sit and lounge with a tall glass of warm, bright-red blood in my hand, or lie on my stomach on a mat of beaten bones, getting my hide beautifully tanned by the golden flames of Hell’s grate, while my legion of demons took care of business down on Earth.
Being Lucifer used to be so easy, but not now, not anymore.
Circumstances have changed, for the worse, as sons of men have evolved and grown in evil. They have overtaken the darkest of my minions and surpassed them at their vilest. So much that our best now look up to their young for direction, and my throne is daily under threat.
Things are so bad, that sometimes I’m tempted to pray to ‘that’ guy.
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