Chapter Twenty-One

[thebestseller]

Well, how about that, looks like I've managed to make it an entire year here in Paradisa. Can't say my stay has been entirely pleasant, but what sort of life is always agreeable?

Though I am disappoint at the way it never takes any of our fine suggestions for wackiness. One of these days, though, someone will have to win the betting pool. Or the castle will fill our shoes with pudding, one.

Cheers and here's to all of us finally getting the hell out of here within the next year.

Comments

[onlyanapple]

That could be it. Perhaps she has a vanity complex.

Plus, you know, it's better than Hell.

By a lot.

You can get a decent drink here, for a start.

[thebestseller]

I've always found the Castle-in-a-castle thing to be an endless source of amusement.

... don't tell me. You've been to Hell.

[onlyanapple]

As I'm sure most residents do, too.

I'm a demon. You could call it my home office.

[thebestseller]

I'd say I was surprised by that, but I already know a demon, so... I'm actually not.

[onlyanapple]

Meg?

Unless, of course, there's anther one scurrying about that I missed.

[thebestseller]

Nope, got it in one. I work at the Death Match with her.

[onlyanapple]

Good place to drink, that. I think me and her are it for demonic entities right now.

[thebestseller]

The finest establishment in the castle, I'd say. But then again, I may be a tad biased.

[onlyanapple]

It's a perfectly valid bias, really.

[thebestseller]

Glad to hear it.