The Devil, a notorious figure known for his fiery temperament, found himself on a plush couch, uncomfortably shifting under a therapist's intense gaze. The whole situation was too ironic to digest.

"So, why are you here?" asked the therapist, a note of amusement in her voice. She had seen some peculiar clients, but the Devil surely topped the list.

The Devil sighed, the flames in his eyes dimming slightly. "I'm stressed, alright?" He admitted, a touch of embarrassment in his voice.

The therapist choked back a laugh. "Stressed? You? But you are the master of mischief and chaos!" She mused.

"That's the problem," The Devil said, frowning. "It's a lot of work, you know. The scheming, the plotting, the eternal damnation - it's exhausting."

The therapist nodded, trying to maintain her professional demeanor. "I see. So, what are your coping mechanisms?"

"I usually torch a few souls. But it's not helping anymore," The Devil confessed, a look of desperation in his eyes.

The therapist's pen halted mid-note. "Alright, maybe we can find healthier alternatives. How about yoga?"

The Devil gawked at her. "Yoga? Me?" He seemed horrified at the thought. "What will the demons think of me?"

"They might join you if they see their leader prioritizing his mental health. Besides, who cares what they think?" The therapist retorted.

The Devil pondered for a moment before giving a reluctant nod. "Fine, I'll try the yoga thing. But if I start glowing with inner peace, I'm blaming you."

"I'll take that risk," The therapist chuckled, making a note. "What about hobbies? Anything you enjoy?"

The Devil shrugged. "I like creating infernal chaos and making deals with desperate humans. Does that count?"

The therapist sighed. "Maybe something less... diabolical?" She suggested.

"Alright, I'll think about it." The Devil said, sounding unsure. "This therapy thing is harder than I thought."

"Give it time," The therapist advised, smiling. "Change isn't easy, but it's worth it. And remember, even the Devil deserves a break!"

The Devil left the session with a new perspective. He considered trying yoga, maybe even painting. Who knew therapy could be so, dare he say it, enlightening?

Back in Hell, the demons were confused seeing their boss in a yoga pose. The Devil's transformation was more hilarious than they could have imagined.

The Devil continued his therapy sessions, finding solace in sharing his struggles. His therapist was a tough cookie, but he appreciated her efforts.

As weeks passed, the Devil found a new hobby - gardening. It was oddly therapeutic, coaxing life out of the barren underworld.

The underworld was in a state of shock. Their ruthless leader was now a yoga-practicing, plant-loving, therapy-going Devil. The change was both hilarious and heartwarming.

The Devil, still fiery and intimidating, had adopted a softer edge. He was less stressed, more patient, and surprisingly, happier.

Hell had never been more peaceful, and it was all thanks to therapy. Who would have thought? The Devil certainly hadn't.

The Devil thanked his therapist during their last session. "You've helped me find peace in the most unlikely place," he admitted, giving her a rare smile.

The therapist smiled back. "I'm glad I could help. Remember, even the Devil needs self-care."

And so, the Devil returned to his fiery kingdom, not as the master of chaos, but as a symbol of transformation. And the underworld was all the better for it.

The demons, once terrified of their boss, now admired him. They even started joining him for yoga sessions and gardening. Hell had never been more harmonious.

The Devil, once the epitome of fear and chaos, was now a beacon of change and growth. It was an unlikely story, but one that brought laughter and warmth.

Therapy had not only helped the Devil cope with stress, but it had also transformed Hell into a place of peace. And that, in itself, was hilariously beautiful.

So, if you ever find yourself feeling stressed, remember the Devil and his therapy. After all, if the master of chaos can find peace, so can we.