To Right The Wrong

Satan sat on his office chair, deep in thought. Roy wanted to say something but was afraid to disturb Satan.

"Say what you want to say." Surprising him, Satan turned his focus to Roy. Satan supported his chin with the back of his hand and raised his brows, indicating Roy to spit out the words.

"Satan, it's time for you to stop being stubborn and see a psychiatrist. You are well aware of your disorder. It has ruined you." Roy had been with Satan for years and know him well. Roy was the one who accompanied Satan to his psychiatrist, but the disorder had such a powerful impact that Satan stopped seeing the doctor, and after that, his condition worsened.

"I can't stop myself. Whenever I try to hold back, he manipulates my thoughts and mind. He controls all my actions and emotions." Satan covered his face and leaned back on the chair. He too was tired of having different personalities.

"Satan, I think there is one person who can help you. I've been with you for years and can't bear to