He turned over his chamber, feverishly searching.
He had been looking for hours, and now it was driving him to despair.
He left his chamber and sloped into the main hall, sitting upon his twisted throne.
He was troubled.
He rattled his bony fingers on the granite chair in which he sat.
Staring straight ahead, he let out a thunderous sigh.
One of his subjects passed by but did not escape his watchful eye.
"Cranon," he shouted. "Come hither."
Cranon entered the room. He averted his maters gaze and crept towards his seated King.
He stood before him. Head bowed.
"Yes my dark lord. What is thy bidding?"
His masters mood was as dark as the hall in which he stood.
"Where is the menu?"
Cranon swallowed hard.
"I took the liberty of ordering for you, my lord." he said.
The hint of a smile crept into his masters face. This pleased him.
"Indeed. This is good. And?"
Cranon knew this was it.
"Uhm-"
"Uhm?" Spat his master. "What is uhm?"
"They don't deliver to the eighth level of hell my lord. I'm terribly sorry," cried Cranin as he ran from the room.
As the dark lord himself, it was impossible to get any redder.
The devil was furious.
He let out a banshee-like wail.
"The people of Earth will now suffer for denying me my one true pleasure. If I cannot have a Pepperoni Passion Pizza, the people of Earth will perish."
After destroying his throne room, decapitating seven servants, he settled for a tuna sandwich.
He didn't bother with Earth after all.
Bless him.
