4 -Great idea, dumbass

Robin looked shocked when he appeared on a throne and a shoulder-length strain tucked behind his ear slipped in front of his nose, making him sneeze.

„Curse ya“ Only then did he seem to perceive Satan beside him. And in front of him, seven people kneeled, all of them smiling and doing little funny things.

One for example showed him a thumbs down, which was for people from hell a thumbs up, at least from what Satan has told him.

„Satan?“ He just nodded. „I died, did I?“ He glanced at him, seeing him slightly nod.

„Then where the hell am I?“ Robin looked him dead in the eyes. „Ya answered your question already with your third and fourth word“

He was this close to falling unconscious. „Explain, now“ Robin’s tone was a little harsher then intended, but Satan did not care and happily told the story.

„Ya know, a drunk girl hit ya and I couldn’t bring ya back, no soul and so on. But here, in ma home, nobody „really“ has a body, but just bringing ya here wouldn’t solve the problem. But assigning ya as the seven sins chef, basically my second in power and their babysitter, made da cut. And bamboo, here are ya!“

He threw his hands out and his smile shined so bright that Robin almost wished he had sunglasses.

„Okay so basically, I, who is shy and has no leading qualities, should be the boss of them, ancient demons who could kill me with a glance alone. Is this your idea?“

He looked at Satan, who blushed and awkwardly nodded.

„Great idea, dumbass“ Despite saying this, Robin laughed like a little child.

Surprisingly nobody was mad at him for calling their king a dumbass, maybe because they had respect, maybe because they shared his opinion.