Stolas was...alone. No one else in the house, the Staff was off for the night and with Stella gone and her having Octavia for the week...the house was just empty. Very, very empty. And by extension the night was both somewhat lonely and incredibly boring...
And then something small, fluffy, and off-blue fell into the room, bouncing off the coffeetable and crashing onto the floor with a groan of pain. Stolas blinked...and then looked down...and thanks to the magic tied to owning a soul, immediately recognized the minature blue mouse demon before sarcastically commenting... "Hmm. Has it been 30 years already? My how time flies for you mortals."
Job, in his new Mouselike form, started to stand up, expecting to see a street, possibly some blood if he had a head wound. What he was not expecting to see was a gigantic couch and a pair of massive, avian seeming bare feet...and then he heard the all too familiar voice ring out like thunder overhead. "...L-Lord Stolas?"
"Just Stolas works" The Owl like demon reached down and grabbed the far smaller sinner off the ground, his loose grip tight enough to cause them to release a squeaking gasp of pain and fear. "I take it you bit the bullet sooner than expected?"
"I-I must of..." Job just hangs limp in Stolas' grip "...Sorry I know I've only got myself to blame for you owning me and all but did you have to make me this small? Or are you just bigger in hell?"
"No your small" Stolas confirmed while holding Job in front of his face. "I'm guessing beyond wanting to get rid of your stepfather you were never all that evil? Little sinful energy means itty bitty body for the sinner" Stolas' voice was almost teasing over this. Which is fair, Job had quite literally only himself to blame for this, given the fact the prince had literally warned him this would happen.
"...Oh." Job frowned. He was in hell way earlier than he expected and he managed to end up puny? He felt sick to his stomach, nothing good was gonna come of this "C-can you put me down please?"
"Hmm? Why should I?" Stolas casually tightened his grip slightly "I mean I own you now, as you might remember agreeing to, why should I take suggestions from-"
"Because I feel like I'm gonna hurl and I'd rather not start my eternity as your slave by vomiting on your hand" Job had turned rather flush before saying this...and Stolas immediately puts him down as he choked down the panicked vomit rather than throw up.
"Right. Sorry, forgot, you would of just died." Stolas sighed, surprisingly understanding on this point. "I suppose you would be rather...shaken still, probably wouldn't react well to being manhandled." Stolas picks up what looks a lot like a thimble from a nearby table and hands it to Job. "If your going to puke, puke in this. And for the record, I'd prefer the term "Servant" for you rather than slave"
"...Does that mean I'm going to be paid?"
Stolas chuckles. "No, no it doesnt. It just sounds less bad, doesnt it? Something more refined about having a servant compared to having a slave." He leaned forward, his face filling Job's view. "To be clear, your afterlife is going to be far from comfortable. I'm not going to hurt you unless you do something to deserve it, but your going to have to get used to the idea of belonging to me, and to be clear, you only have yourself to blame for that. I gave you a few chances to back down"
"...right"
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