Not His Favorite Time of the Year [ota]
Lucifer was in a horrible mood. Every day that drew closer to the holiday of Christmas made him more and more moody and he was prone to showing it to people around him, too. He had yelled at one of his employees at the pub simply for spilling a few drops of beer from the spout. Christmas time was a horrible time of the year.
One of his npc employees had decided The Black Sheep had needed holiday decorations. A fact he discovered when he arrived today and which sent him over the edge. The male employee was fired, sent home with six weeks worth of impotency and gingivitus and Lucifer was left to clean up the mess. While he could simply wave his hand to change it all, it was not nearly as catharic as physically removing them.
He was seated in a booth near the back next to a Christmas tree which Lucifer had sucked the water from and the needles were falling off constantly as the tree died. He was eating a burger while he would reach and grab a Christmas ornament, crush it in his hands, and throw it in the garbage, then repeat. It was particularly cathartic whenever it was a little baby Jesus.
One of his npc employees had decided The Black Sheep had needed holiday decorations. A fact he discovered when he arrived today and which sent him over the edge. The male employee was fired, sent home with six weeks worth of impotency and gingivitus and Lucifer was left to clean up the mess. While he could simply wave his hand to change it all, it was not nearly as catharic as physically removing them.
He was seated in a booth near the back next to a Christmas tree which Lucifer had sucked the water from and the needles were falling off constantly as the tree died. He was eating a burger while he would reach and grab a Christmas ornament, crush it in his hands, and throw it in the garbage, then repeat. It was particularly cathartic whenever it was a little baby Jesus.