Molly hated her new job. Sure, she got to eat souls, but as everything in hell, she was not having a grand time. For her job was…
"No! I refuse to sign all those documents! I am already in hell! To hell with you, and I hope that someone makes a voodoo doll of you, eat your last cookie in the dead of night, and…"
Customer service for the other demons.
Molly was considering offing the big boss. She was a witch who had cheated both Time and Death! Why were they forcing her to work this entry job? Did they not know that she had been able to cast curses back when most people were still apes?
"Sir, I understand your point," Molly did not. The darn demon had to sign on only three spots. "But the rules…"
"No! I don't care about any rules!" He yelled, shaking a bag with soul marbles at Molly. "I am a bread winner, and you are a pencil pusher! Now let me in and give me five days of sick leave, or else!"
