Apparently, "head minions" as Samael had introduced me to his colleagues, now that I was held guard in Hell and Samael decided that "because you're a lazy teen, filled with estrogen, and only care about birds or whatever, and freckle pens-
"My freckles are natural."
"I am going to employ you at minimum wage so you understand the value of money, Zoomer. Get the hell off TikTok." And teen Zoomers were good for one thing: serving girls.
"You're the one who watched gag videos on TikTok all morning, Boomer!"
"I'M GEN X, SWEETHEART."
"I doubt it, stupid demon.
I fumed in the smoky drawing room Samael and I had arrived at an hour before. Samael ignored me, grinning at some witticism his stuffy chauvinist colleague said as I held his stupid, asinine tray of French Riveria wine and stinky cheese. The only reason I did so was because Samael had promised me a salary – and cheddar, lots of it.
