I waited patiently for Abaddon, Satan's gofer demon, to show up. He always comes in at exactly 3:33 A.M. and waits for me to make him his coffee. Usually he picks something simple like an extra dark black coffee with a shot of espresso, but sometimes he decides to spice it up with something a little more aesthetically pleasing to us humans, like an Americano or a Cafe con Leche.
The first few times I saw him in the cafe, it threw me off. I thought the building was burning the first time, the smell of sulfur was so strong.
"Sorry, I didn't get a chance to change out of my work clothes. I'll try to change before I come up next time."
His voice is a deep baritone that vibrates in my head when he speaks. It gives me butterflies almost every time he says something, no matter what he says. It honestly surprised me that he didn't really look like I pictured a demon to look like, with the only indication of him being a demon was the espresso brown ram's horns protruding out of his head full of glossy jet black hair. He wore a black Hellfire Club tee shirt under a black leather jacket.
He walked into the cafe in the middle of me reminiscing. Exactly 3:33 as usual.
"Hey Abaddon. What can I get the Dark Lord Himself today?"
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Reply to [WP] You are a barista in a 24 hour coffee shop. Every night at 3:33am a demon appears for the Dark Lord's latte. by WarturtleWitch
I waited patiently for Abaddon, Satan's gofer demon, to show up. He always comes in at exactly 3:33 A.M. and waits for me to make him his coffee. Usually he picks something simple like an extra dark black coffee with a shot of espresso, but sometimes he decides to spice it up with something a little more aesthetically pleasing to us humans, like an Americano or a Cafe con Leche.
The first few times I saw him in the cafe, it threw me off. I thought the building was burning the first time, the smell of sulfur was so strong.
"Sorry, I didn't get a chance to change out of my work clothes. I'll try to change before I come up next time."
His voice is a deep baritone that vibrates in my head when he speaks. It gives me butterflies almost every time he says something, no matter what he says. It honestly surprised me that he didn't really look like I pictured a demon to look like, with the only indication of him being a demon was the espresso brown ram's horns protruding out of his head full of glossy jet black hair. He wore a black Hellfire Club tee shirt under a black leather jacket.
He walked into the cafe in the middle of me reminiscing. Exactly 3:33 as usual.
"Hey Abaddon. What can I get the Dark Lord Himself today?"