Whenever I speak to cacodemons, I become surrounded by giant teddy bears, gourmet lollipops dipped in glitter, baby pink clouds, floating hearts.

tiny text becomes whispers.

"stop working. you work too much." — protests Lucifer.

Stolas observes. Paimon narrates the expression crossing my face.

Expensive LUSH textile curtains. Forever young. Adored. Bored out of her fucking mind. Craves work— for what?