I was truly ecstatic the moment the devil planned to have a meeting and instead of wanting me there, he sent me to the "Kingdom of Seraph" instead.
In fact, so ecstatic, that I would rather be rotting six feet in the ground or die many times over than have to sit beside jolly, angels flapping their wings as they hummed hymns while waiting for their King and Saviour to arrive.
According to the custom, I sat at the other edge directly opposite where the King of Angels was meant to seat, but instead of feeling their immense hatred directed at me, these jolly people went as far as to lay an entire buffet in front of me, and as if that wasn't enough, the moment I settle comfortably in my chair, with my usual calm expression on my face, one of them would pop up, asking me what they could do t
