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After the meeting, I hurried to the Throne Room and rubbed my throat. I could feel Sathanus’s tail burning into the skin, just like I could feel Javier’s fangs on my neck from the other night. What the hell did I just do? Talk back to Sathanus, one of the most powerful, wrathful men in all of Hell? That would lead me straight to the Pits of Tartarus before I could even be crowned. I closed the door, breathing deeply, and stepped onto the red carpet which led directly to the throne. If I didn’t get this Javier thing under control and stop lying to Dr. U and finally tell Samantha to stay the f**k away from one of my friends, I would lose control and Sathanus would grind me up into tiny little pieces and scatter my organs all around Wrath. The door opened behind me, and cinnamon drifted in