Just Punishment

Snasty got caught again. 300-word Flash

Just Punishment

Snasty, the self-styled second in command to the Prince of Darkness, was more disgruntled than ever.
“Can you believe with my degree of status, toadying and abject groveling that I am reduced to this!” he said to no one in particular. For there was no one in the Hubs of Hell cell he was in.
Forgetting himself, Snasty got up from behind the desk, only to be jerked back down by the heavy chain that was attached to his scrawny ankle. He scowled.
“If it weren’t for that dipstick, Ghastly, His Lowness would never have caught me dipping lost souls in the brimstone fountain just to see them squirm!”
“Writing out lines wouldn’t be so bad, if it weren’t for this,” he snarled, kicking the offending item. It was a large stone which his ankle chain was attached to. It was also his seat at the desk.
Snasty sat down and picked up his pen. He began to write. “I will not spoil the Devil’s joy by taking over his favorite game,” he mouthed with his tongue stuck out.
He stopped at the end of the page to check his work. There was none. All the lines he’d painstakingly written had disappeared.
“If his Supreme Nastiness sees this, I’ll be at this desk for another eon,” Snasty moaned. He peered into the inkwell then threw it across the room in frustration.
“Whose idea was it to put invisible ink in there?” he bellowed. It echoed of the walls.
With thoughts of vengeance against Ghastly, the minor devil began again with fresh ink that looked like blood. “Much more cheerful,’ Snasty thought as he embellished his work with tiny skulls for the dots on the letter ‘i’s and sketches of his handsome self at the end of each page.