"Not yet. Hurry up…" "Huh? Oh, I have a wonderfully planned song I'll sing tonight. It's defecated to my dear mother." I say, forcing a smile. Veronica: *laughing with the guests, drink in hand*
Satan: *smirks, easily lifting her up* "You don't know how much I look forward to it too… somebody needs to put her in her place." I say quietly. "Wear red."