This hotel isn't so bad.
D'hoffryn has suggested that I move along to another job, but I have yet to see anything worthwhile come from this wish.

Maybe taking on a new job and leaving this one to rot would be for the best.

Cleveland is just FULL of strange people and angry men.

Thanks to Cordelia, I found a decent hotel. Room service doesn't serve lunch though. I mean...what's one more meal?!

Oh well. I'm only here until I've seen to it that the wish is working and then it's off to the next job.

I went to this Sunnydale, since it's the last place that I remember being. Well, after granting this wish for a bride that was left at the altar. He's quite a grotesque sight now, and no sensible woman would touch him with a 50 foot pole ( Read more... )

About five years have passed, and I can't say where I spent them. D'Hoffryn has told me that I spent those five years among a group of mortals, but...I can't imagine why. I mean, look at them. They're so...strange. And a little pathetic. Okay, really pathetic.

One group of mortals couldn't have had that many wishes of the vengeance demon sort. ( Read more... )