The Devil was, rather unsurprisingly, a very prideful fellow. That meant he always desired and felt that he deserved the absolute best for himself, at all times. So to have your establishment be one of the Devil’s favorites was a badge of high honor and an indicator of skill in the Underworld. Such was the case for the Devil’s favorite barbershop.
The place was entirely empty save the Devil and his barber, as nobody wanted to have to make their known-to-be-temperamental boss wait on them.
The Devil closed his eyes and leaned back and relaxed in his chair-which, considering the amount of fur he had, also had the convenient feature of reclining into a table to allow him to lean back and move his body around to get the rest of it cut.
“Just a trim today, simply want to make sure I stay groomed you know.”
The barber nodded, and the Devil heard him grabbing his supplies. He waited for the usual process to begin….then realized he was no longer sitting but instead standing, and that the sounds of supply grabbing had stopped.
“Ugh, what exactly is the hold-up? And why did you-“
He opened his eyes and glared angrily, irate and ready to berate…till he realized he wasn’t in the barbershop anymore. Looking around, he could see all the hallmarks…of a ritual.
Oh great, looks like he’s been summoned.
Sighing and rolling his eyes, he summoned his trident into his hand with a puff of smoke, and looked at his summoner.
“Wonderful. Listen, whoever you are, I’ve got a very busy day ahead of me-“ He said, sincerely believing a day filled with pampering and enjoying himself counted as busy. “-and you just interrupted a very important appointment. So, let’s make this quick and easy. Who are you, what do you want, and why should I give it to you?”
He placed his hands on his hips, staring at his summoner and waiting for them to respond…