Times like this make Liberty’s confusion skyrocket past the heavens. But there is only one heaven, and the devil has only one source of confusion.
“Do you have any idea what we did wrong, whitey?” He brushed his left gloved hand over Mia’s snow white fur, the cat eliciting a comfortable stretch before jumping over the Liberty’s lap. Meow.
The frustrated demon scoffed, you didn’t know too, huh?
From an outside perspective, the demon would appear like he’s sulking. But thankfully, there is no outside perspective inside his room where he is right now. Only his cat can judge him. Even the voices of those annoying lowly shits don’t seem to have time to lick his feet today. Maybe he just needed some distraction. He’ll take another mission just to clear off his head from that woman. Naomi.
