Devil's POV
"Damn….Rum! Get a mop and clean that shit up!"
I yelled as Mike helped the girl off of the stage. Despite witnessing the best act they've seen all night vomit up her stomach contents, the casino patrons just clapped and shouted words of encouragement to her.
"I'm-hic surprised the doll lasted that long… she drank 3 pints of fireball..."
Martini said as she drank from a flask. I told her and the other 3 idiots about drinking on the job but I realized that their overall work performance wasn't altered so who the fuck cares if the drink on the job? But 3 pints of fireball?...thats enough for a fucking lawsuit…
"Is there a reason to why you didn't cut her off?"
"I would have stopped at 2, but she bribed me with gossip and $80."
Rolling my eyes at the martini glass, I walked over to Mike, Dice and the drunken performer as she drank a glass of water. Heh, she already looks sober. Seeing me, she shyly waved.
"Hi…Devil...sorry for everything- I'll clean up the stage!"
Amara's POV
Crap, I puked in front of an audience, and now I'm probably gunna get killed by the devil for fucking up the hard wood on the stage. At least I'll die next to a sexy ass microphone… but he said I didn't have to since he had gotten someone to handle it already. Since all the alcohol was out of my system I didn't feel sick to my stomach anymore. Maybe I shouldn't drink so much… The microphone offered me a mint and I took it since I'm positive I smell like a distillery. But before putting the mint in my mouth, I excused myself to the restroom, with my bag in tow. Once in the restroom, I heavily sighed and banged my head on the wall, not enough to hurt though.
"Stupid stupid stupid!!! So cringe worthy! So embarrassing! Oh god if this was a story the readers should flame me in the comments..."
Sighing again, I took my travel toothbrush and toothpaste out of my bag and tried to cleanse my mouth of that terrible taste of fireball, popcorn and whatever else I ate that day. Once I finished, I popped the mint into my mouth and made myself look presentable again. It's a miracle I was able to save my clothes. Coming out of the restroom, I found that the Devil and Mr. King Dice was waiting on me. Both with creepy smiles on their faces.
"Hi- sorry again I know your kickin' me out now-"
"Well quite the opposite actually."
King Dice said as he looked at me with a smile. Then suddenly, we were engulfed in black flames that gave off a painless warmth and when the flames disappeared, the 3 of us were in the devil's office. I was sitting on one side, the Devil and King Dice was on the other and in the center of the desk was a contract titled "The Devil's Bishop".
"How would you like to work here, Ms. Amara?"
The Devil asked as he looked at me with a small grin. Looking at the contract, I look up at the two males in front of me again.
"...pardon?..."
"How would you like to work here with us? You'll be responsible for collecting soul contracts, making bets every now and then and of course nightly entertainment. And naturally you'll have new abilities. I'll keep some of them a surprise, but you'll have a much faster flying speed, you'll become more agile and your appearance will be slightly altered"
Devil said as he smiled and looked at me. I really didn't know how to feel or how to react.. I just made a fool of myself out there on stage and he wants to hire me?...King Dice smiled and tried to sweetened the deal.
"You'll start off on minimum wage, $11.75 and if you do good within the first 3 months, it'll raise to what the others make. You'll have a room in the living quarters, you'll be free to use the kitchen and you get a 50% discount on drinks and bar food."
Still kinda skeptical about all this, I look at them with a raised eyebrow. Why would they want me? And what's that catch to all of this….?
"So...what made you offer this to me? And what's the catch?"
"Well I'm choosing you cause I feed on the depression of others and your little act was just my fill for a little inspiration. And the catch? When you die, you'll be bound to hell. No hope of seeing the gates of paradise."
"Now keep in mind that if at any time, you choose to end this contract, everything that you had within the contract will vanish forever."
King Dice said as he checked his watch, his eyes flashing green. Devil looked at me with a face splitting grin and dangled the contract in front of my face. Jokes on them, I'm not religious. So I could take the contract and be perfectly fine. I don't care where I end up, heaven or hell...but something about this didn't feel right…
"...Didn't you both get your asses kicked a few months ago by 2 kids for this exact thing?..."
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