First entry
I don't really know why I am writting a dairy. I'm so bored these days... You would think an all powerful god like me would have more exciting things to do. Anyways, here I am, the almighty Tom, writting about my day.
Dear diary, today was NOT a good day ! What use is it to have an army of lesser gods if I can't delegate my paperwork ?! And the reason I can't delegate, you (readers) ask ? Meet Sylla, my demonic, no-nonsense, stick-in-the ass,....LOVELY, SMART AND BEAUTIFUL ASSISSTANT !!!
Tom: .....
'Is she gone ?'
"How dare she emit this much killer intent towards me ? One of these days I'm going to dock her pay, see if she does it again !"
Sylla: "If I dare to do what again ?"
Tom: *sweating* "Nothing, Sylla darling..."
Did I forget to mention I am her husband ?
*whip sfx*
Hello all you happy taxpayers. Just wanted to tell you a bit about what I'm trying to do here. I will be posting either short or long chapters depending on my mood but I will try to make them somewhat bearable and coherent for all of you wonderfull readers. As english is not my mother tongue, I will happily receive your criticism. Bye.