The messages were, to say the least, annoying, and actually much closer to disturbing. How would you feel if you were in my position?

One: I had sent two revenants after the eunuchs who escaped with the Lotus Lantern from the Queen of Heaven.
Result: They lost the trail.

Two: My elder chamberlain, Pustilious, learned through his informant network that a vital scroll had fallen into the hands of a Ghost Hunter and an Errant Faery. I dispatch an entire squadron of demons to retrieve it. They run into, of all semi-demi-hemi-gods, Monkey! (More on that later.) That supercilious simian is evidently in the company of an entire band of assorted adventurers--you know, those nasty little motley group concoctions where someone always seems to have the exact skill that will gum up your best running plan.
Result: Dead Demons

Three: I then hire, by overpaid messenger, a cadre of reputed semi-demonic assassins to retrieve the scroll. They arrive and dispatch the Ghost Hunter, kidnap the Earrant Faery (who subsequently escapes by singing a lullaby!), and fail to retrieve the scroll. One of them lingers too long and runs afoul of the local innkeeper, who, it turns out, is blessed by a dragon. Why do I never seem to hook up with just plain mortals?
Result: Dead Assassin, no scroll, cold trail.

Four: My second chamberlain, Kow Tow, now picks up the trail of the eunuchs near an inn in Mongolia. I hire, once again by overpaid messenger, a cadre of reputed just plain mortal assassins to exterminate them and retrieve the lantern.
Result: No word; no lantern; not even a message.

Five: Pustilious reads the ethers using my best scrying crystal and the bit of Monkey's hair I ripped out with my teeth in a former meeting, and discovers that they have followed the eunuchs through a portal created by a divine artist. Why does Monkey always get the good recruits?
Result: I now have a pain in my posterior.

I have now hired, yes, through more overpaid messengers, a complete body of Mongolian marauders to ambush and kill Monkey's entire party no matter which trail they take to that inn, and am commissioning a few more to follow up on the inn itself. I want those eunuchs and that lantern!

This might all be bearable if I could console myself with some entertainment, say a taste of yummy feminine pastry, and some of my minions had captured this really delicious Japanese rice cake, Sue Nami. Or was it Wats Yer? No, Gina, that's it, Gina Nami! They disturbed her memory, as ordered, brought her to my palace, as ordered, and were to confine her to the crowd chambers to await my pleasures.

Wouldn't you just know that one of them would mishear my orders, and try to confine her to a cloud chamber? Result: She ran away and fell through an opening just as the chamber was drifting above---Mongolia.

And where does she land? In the river right next to Monkey's party.
I could just scream.
So, I have to fire off some quick orders to kill everyone except Sue, er, Gina, through a supernatural messenger demon who required skin and blood to control, mine, of course. I'm the necromancer. It's going to be SO uncomfortable to sit for a few days!

Still, with a little consolation, I could manage. Let's hope my hirelings don't bungle this one!