𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔻𝕖𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕂𝕟𝕠𝕨𝕤 𝕎𝕙𝕪

𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪-𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕖𝕖

I walk through the palace. I feel all gross and sad. I can't be sad about the children. I couldn't have feelings over them. I can't stop seeing their faces. So sad and betrayed. I wonder if Bill is having fun. He must be. He's having a lot more fun than me right now. 

I sit down on a couch. I take off my hat. I run my fingers through my hair. I dig them into my flesh. What is wrong with me? I needed a drink.

"Servant!" I yell.

An imp ran in.

"Yes my lord?" He asked.

"Get me a drink." I say. 

He nodded and walked away. I needed the drink. I feel like a piece of plastic drifting through the wind. I've never felt so close to anyone ever before. I remember Dipper's laugh. I remember the warmth I felt with him. There whole family was not shattered like mine. They care and play with each other. They are loving and caring. Heck, they're even superheroes. They fought Bill.

They'll be fine. Wait... Bill is a learner; he will not make the same mistake as he did last time. Now that he has the entire world at his feet. I should not care. I am the lord of Hell. I am the Devil. I care about no one. I am Satan. Maybe Bill was right. Do I care for the kids? I certainly regret causing Weirdmagedion 2. I see something on the floor. It's the present Dipper was holding. I took it. I see my name on it.

I sit back down, and I opened it. I see a chest. I look at it. I opened it. I was shocked to see a mini pitchfork bracelet. It was black and had drops of blood. My eyes suddenly swelled up. Tears started sliding down my face. 

"My lord I got the drink." The imp said. 

He stares at me. I didn't even care.

"Leave the drink and get the **** out." I say.

He nods. He leaves it. I continue to cry. I definitely **** up.  Bill was right I do like the kids. I have to fix this. I am going to do what I should've done ten years ago.