tooday shax went to earth to pick up her mail from the demon the traiter crowley. they met at their yewsual bench at the duk pond, where they’ve met many times over the last few years. the storm over london seemd to clear just before their skeduled meeting tyme…possibly becawse shax and crowley expected it to.
after collecting her subscriptions and bills and trading some info about the goings on in hell and on earth, they looked out at the smiling laughing hyoomans walking past them. demons aren’t really meant to do happyness. but, cawsing panic and tormenting and tempting and being generally evil surely makes demons happy.
…righte?
she thought abowt their conversayshun on this bench last summer when crowley had sed something about angels and demons being ‘poyntless.’ she felt uncomfortabull but she was suddenlee saying “you know…sometymes i look arownd hell and wonder… are they happy? are we happy?”
after a whyle, crolwey sed “shax, i think we can sayfely say that we are not.”
he left her siting on the bench alowne and soon the storm started up uhgain.
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