Demon Party

[Frisk E. Coyote]

The first guest in this 13th year's party was none other than Hell's current Satan, Lucifer himself. He materialized in a flurry of flies and ashes, not leaving a single grain of dust afterward, except maybe a few scorches where he stood. He was always the first to attend a party, considering how boring hell actually is. "Ha-HAH! Akuma, you've done a tantalizing job at arranging this party! Tell me, what horrifying games do you have in store?" He laughed, rather excitedly, in his deep, demonic, but rich and velvety smooth voice. He had made it a rule to not be treated any differently from any other guest from any party he attended, otherwise, he wouldn't get to join in the fun.