As the Death Scythe, Demeria was tired of the life of collecting souls, so she chose to take her last month of annual leave, and her destination was hell.
Demeirya's three major hobbies in life were smoking, drinking, and soul-eating... Of course, the most unforgettable thing was men, handsome men, and grandpa's beloved men.
Compared with the tasteless souls in heaven, she prefers the pungent souls in hell. Similarly, compared to the serious men in heaven, she prefers men in hell who wear less clothes and are enthusiastic and proactive.
On the largest booth in the bar, there was a towering champagne tower. When two of the top male succubi in the store got into her arms, she couldn't help but sigh: She has no regrets in this life!
When the face of her last one-night stand in hell came into view, she felt that it was a pity that her life ended like this.
Rubbing her eyes, she wondered if she had been dazzled by too much wine. When she opened her eyes, the man stood in front of her with his arms folded, followed by a succubus.
Demeria: Uh, uh, listen to my explanation.
Val: Explain what? Explain why you left without saying goodbye that day and left me alone with the empty bed?
Dimenria: I suddenly had a job...
Val: Don't give a damn! You have to give me an explanation!
After a lot of rambling explanations, they didn't make it clear in the end. Instead, the ambiguity entangled the two of them again. A night of absurdity, reliving old dreams. The next morning, Demeriya rubbed her swollen temples and said, "Sure enough, sleeping with the same man will cause nightmares. You know, I dreamed that I had a nest of moths."
Purpose: Cherish life and be a good person