He looked up at the palace, not exactly enthusiastic about the business meeting that would take place with the king of Hell inside. Sparkey shook his head. "Pompous asshole... Hell isn't even that powerful." Sparkey, despite being an extremely powerful being, had limited himself to the career of a businessman and international royal advisor. He was very humble, if it hadn't been made clear in that last sentence.
Every kingdom was given a yearly checkup by him, to make sure the economy was in order and whatnot. Today... was Hell's turn.
Now, Sparkey didn't like Hell's leader at all. King carried himself in a way that he utterly despised. Whenever he tried to be prideful, he was arrogant. Whenever he tried to be charismatic, he was obnoxious. King treated him like an old friend, in a way that was far from endearing.
Hoping the checkup would be over with quickly, he approached the palace, guards allowing him to enter once they noticed his pass.
He shut his eyes reflexively upon stepping into Hell's palace. The interior was red... too red. If anything, Sparkey would think he was going colorblind. "Too flashy," he muttered to himself.
The secretary finally acknowledged his presence. She looked up and promptly said, "The king is in the presentation room; he seems to be waiting for you." Sparkey nodded and made way for the doors, opening them.
He was greeted by an oddly colored demon with poor fashion sense. "Sparkey! How's it going? Hell's not too exciting for you, I hope." He waltzed up to the annual advisor and slung his arm around Sparkey's shoulder (too close for comfort, much to his chagrin) and invited him inside.
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