Clarissa POV
I look at the time and sigh in relief because I have three more minutes left. I grab my laptop and set it up for a video call while simultaneously sending a text to the crazy demon king for him to calm him down from worrying about me and he answers on the first ring.
“The creator gave me a life that’s supposed to last for centuries before I even get one gray hair, yet the moment I met you, I have lost count of how many gray hairs I’ve grown since then and it’s only been just a little over one measly decade.” My mentor/godfather/adopted father complains somewhere in the background before I spot his signature all black suits ensemble as he takes a seat in black lounge chair in my office.
“Hold up old man, you do realize you’re like what, more than hundred years old and you da
