Having received a dressing down from his own inferior--or so he thinks, though said inferior doesn't seem to consider himself as such--the Devil is down and out in New Orleans. He's staying in the restrooms, since he doesn't know who's staying where and doesn't want to invade anyone else's territory. (Maybe Crowley had something, about his ( Read more... )

Being a creature of divine origins and currently steeped in the occult, the Devil doesn't actually need to sleep. He thinks of it as an indulgence, and of course takes advantage of it occasionally because he's all for indulgences. But after a week of wakeful solitude, wandering aimlessly around the park without interacting with anyone and becoming ( Read more... )

With a slight pop! and a brief shot of flame, a tallish figure appears. It soon becomes evident that he has small black horns, cloven hooves, and a bit of a paunch.

( Well, now. This is different. )