'Just- Shut it. You're winding me up so much that you have began to cloud my better judgement." The cigarettes crumbled, leaving the disheartened teens to trudge home with no enjoyment. Despite his actions, Krystol was feeling odd. He felt... Guilt? Slowly the idea that complete compliance to his god was boring crept back. Perhaps the demon had had some doubts himself about his... Leader, whatever abomination it may be. "Do you ever get bored of your life, constantly causing turmoil?" Krystol pondered, expecting a 'no' no matter what the demon was thinking