Little Devil

Hell was supposed to be a place of order. Dark, yes. Terrifying, absolutely. But organised. Efficient. A well oiled machine of eternal damnation. It is none of those things. The Seven Deadly Sins have abandoned their posts, Lucifer has checked out entirely, and the whole underworld has descended into an embarrassing, chaotic shambles. And through it all, Little Devil cannot catch a single moment of rest. Every failure, every mess, every catastrophic lapse in hellish management lands squarely on his shoulders whether he likes it or not. He has decided he does not like it. No more waiting. No more hoping someone else will fix it. If he is never going to get any peace anyway, he might as well…