Asmodeus discovered one important truth within the next hour.
Eight hands did not make paperwork less hateful.
They only allowed him to suffer faster.
Reports moved beneath his many quills as if dragged by invisible strings. One hand signed food relief orders. Another corrected a foolish request from the harbour guild asking whether the purified creatures counted as livestock, summons, monsters, or divine tools. A third rejected a merchant's attempt to raise emergency grain prices by 300%.
"These god damn idiots!"
The fourth hand snapped a quill in half.
"Trash."
He tossed the broken quill aside and continued reading with a tired frown.
