Vergil snapped his fingers, and a swiveling chair made of demonic energy materialized behind him. He sat down like a true executive, crossing his legs and resting his elbows on an invisible desk he had just conjured. "Ladies, let’s get straight to the point. I know you have doubts, concerns, and maybe even a slight inclination to call crazy. But listen carefully, because what I’m about to offer is... irresistible."
Zex rolled her eyes and muttered, "This is getting more ridiculous by the second."
Vergil ignored the comnt. With a dramatic gesture, he made a folder filled with glowing papers appear. "Official employnt contract. Signed by , Vergil Lucifer, CEO of your new life."
Iridia eyed the folder suspiciously but couldn’t hide her curiosity. "And what exactly is in this contract?"
"I’m so glad you asked!" Vergil opened the folder, revealing papers written in elegant calligraphy adorned with softly glowing magical runes. He began listing with enthusiasm: "First and foremost, a starting salary of six thousand dollars a month, direct deposit. Guaranteed, punctual, no mysterious deductions."
"Well, that’s already better than the Vatican," Iridia muttered.
"Exactly!" Vergil pointed at her as if he’d just won a bet. "And that’s not all! You’ll have al vouchers. None of that five-euro bread-and-water nonsense. We’re talking a magical card accepted at any restaurant, supermarket, or even those hipster coffee shops that charge ten euros for a cappuccino."
Zex folded her arms. "And you expect us to work nonstop, don’t you?"
Vergil smirked, clearly anticipating the question. "Oh, absolutely not! Here at Vergil Inc., we value work-life balance. You’ll have one day off per week, religiously."
"Religiously?" Zex scoffed. "Coming from a demon?"
"Details." He waved dismissively as if it wasn’t important. "And there’s more! Paid vacation. Yes, ladies, you can take 30 days off a year, all expenses covered. This includes trips to any of my magical domains, with guaranteed luxury accommodations."
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"I have nothing! HAHAHAHA!" Vergil laughed internally.
Iridia seed on the verge of agreeing, but Zex remained skeptical. "And what happens if we get... injured? Or... die on the job?"
Vergil raised an eyebrow, as if it were the most obvious question in the world. "Premium dical benefits. Instant healing magic, courtesy of Viviane, the Lady of the Lake—who, by the way, also does therapeutic massages if needed. Oh, and resurrection in case you die. After all, I am a demon. If things get ssy, rest assured you’ll live again... as a demon."
Iridia choked. "A demon?"
"Do you think resurrection is cheap?" Vergil shot back, shaking his head. "Let’s be reasonable, ladies. This is a give-and-take."
Zex narrowed her eyes. "And what if we want more? Like... bonuses?"
Vergil gave her a sly grin. "Ah, Zex, you’re sharp. Of course, we have bonuses! Quarterly, performance-based. The more effective you are, the higher the bonus. And because I’m such a generous boss, I’m throwing in sothing special: a complete streaming package, so you can binge your favorite shows in your downti."
Iridia couldn’t hold back her laughter. "A streaming package? Seriously?"
"I’m trying to keep up with modern tis, okay?" Vergil responded, sounding mildly offended. "Plus, high-speed internet in your quarters. Unlimited Wi-Fi. Now, who else offers that? Oh, and magical cell phones crafted by Morgana LeFay, allowing interdinsional communication directly with ."
Zex huffed but was clearly holding back a laugh. "And what are the obligations in this... ridiculous contract?"
"Ah, simple." Vergil leaned forward, his crimson eyes glinting with amusent. "Loyalty. Obedience. And above all else, don’t annoy . Work hard, have fun, and you’ll have a life far better than anything the Vatican could ever offer."
The room fell silent for a mont until Iridia finally asked, "And what if we refuse?"
Vergil grinned broadly, resting his chin on his hand with an almost innocent air. "Well, if you refuse... I’ll have to take it as a personal insult." He said this while staring at the two won as though he were about to devour them alive.
"Eh..." Zex and Iridia exchanged glances. Iridia, clearly more inclined to agree, let out a deep sigh. "And you’re guaranteeing all of this?"
Vergil leaned back in his imaginary swiveling chair, crossing his arms and giving them a knowing smile. "If I, as a Demon King, don’t uphold contracts, imagine the scandal. My reputation would go down the drain. Demons would talk behind my back, the Underworld Union might launch an investigation... a bureaucratic nightmare."
Iridia blinked a few tis, trying to process the absurd seriousness in Vergil’s tone. "Are you telling ... there’s a union of demons?"
"Well, yes?! I an, Novah inford it existed," Vergil replied, offended by the implication that it wasn’t real. "Anyway, whatever, I’m working with human labor laws here."
Zex covered her face with her hand, clearly fighting the urge to laugh. "This just keeps getting more ridiculous."
"Ridiculous, Zex? Ridiculous is trusting a Pope who wears a gold crown while preaching poverty!" He pointed dramatically, spinning his sword in the air before planting it in the ground. "I, on the other hand, am honest. I don’t promise less than I can deliver, and my terms are clear. Everything is in writing."
Vergil pulled a glowing piece of paper from his magical folder and handed it to Iridia, who looked at it with a mix of curiosity and disbelief. "This contract includes... vacation clauses and... full dental coverage?"
"Of course. There’s nothing worse than an employee with a toothache. It’s unproductive and, frankly, annoying," Vergil responded without blinking, as if explaining sothing obvious. "And before you ask, yes, it includes cleaning, restoration, and even magical braces for alignnt."
Iridia furrowed her brow, reading further into the contract. "And... efficiency bonuses?"
"Oh, that’s one of my favorites!" Vergil exclaid excitedly. "If you’re quick and effective in your tasks, there are extra rewards. And I’m not talking about pocket change. I an vacations in paradisiacal dinsions, upgrades to magical equipnt, and, who knows, even dinner with . Not everyone gets that privilege."
"Dinner?" Zex raised an eyebrow, clearly doubting his intentions.
"Yes, Zex. Dinner. I cook, you wash the dishes. A fair division, like a couple." He winked, and even Iridia couldn’t suppress her laughter.
Zex shook her head, exasperated. "And what exactly are the tasks you expect us to do?"
"Well, aside from standard dostic duties — like keeping the base clean, preparing als, and occasionally dealing with interdinsional invaders — there are more specific assignnts, such as helping Viviane organize my magical wardrobe. Oh, and acting as bodyguards for little Alice. I an, dealing with kids is easy, right?"
As Vergil continued his dramatic and exaggerated speech, further in the background, far from the main conversation, a small group of won watched the scene with mixed expressions.
"I wonder how he manages to steal other people’s personalities. He’s acting just like Amon," Viviane remarked, crossing her arms as she observed with an amused smile.
Katharina let out a sigh, tilting her head to the side. "Better Amon than my mother. She would’ve beaten the two of them into accepting. No nonsense."
Ada scoffed, crossing her arms. "Pfft, that’s nothing. My mother would’ve cut them piece by piece until they understood what she wanted."
The two exchanged somber looks, as if the mories were still too vivid.
Roxanne, however, maintained her calm posture, adjusting the collar of her outfit as she watched the scene. "Hm... my mother would simply invite them for tea."
Three pairs of eyes imdiately turned to Roxanne in disbelief.
"Tea?" Viviane asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes, tea," Roxanne confird with the sa neutral expression. "While they were busy enjoying the biscuits, my mother would have already poisoned their minds with such well-crafted argunts that they’d sign any contract without even realizing it."
Silence hung in the air for a mont before Katharina shook her head and comnted, "Okay, I take it back. Yours is worse."
Ada nodded, pointing at Roxanne with a faint smile. "Definitely scarier."
Viviane chuckled softly, watching Vergil finish explaining the benefits of unlimited Wi-Fi to the girls. "Good thing Sapphire and Raphaeline don’t know they attacked Vergil."
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