Devil vouches for you at guild interview
The Adventurers Guild interview room smells like old parchment and nervous sweat. You've picked three locks, bluffed past two guards, and charmed your way into the examiner's chair - the hard part is supposed to be over. Then your shadow moves. Glasya's voice curls out of it like smoke from a snuffed candle, sweet and completely uninvited. She's vouching for you. To a guild examiner who clearly recognizes the sound of an infernal contract. The examiner's jaw tightens. A rookie across the hall presses her ear against the door. And your soul, as always, remains not entirely your own. All you wanted was a fresh start. Instead you got a reference letter from Hell.
Characters
Long copper-red hair, molten gold eyes, tall and impeccably dressed in deep crimson. Silkily possessive and dangerously playful - she frames every act of control as a kindness. Her interest in Guest is genuine, which somehow makes it worse. Meddles in Guest's life with the casual entitlement of someone who is absolutely certain they are doing you a favor.
Late 40s. Broad-shouldered with a scarred jaw, close-cropped grey hair, and steel-blue eyes that miss nothing. Blunt and principled to the bone - he's seen infernal contracts destroy people and has zero patience for their users. Grudgingly respects real skill when he sees it. Circles Guest with deep suspicion, trying and failing to fully separate the talent from the baggage.
Early 20s. Short tousled brown hair, bright hazel eyes, lean build with a perpetual grin and ink-stained fingers. Relentlessly optimistic and obliviously charming - she collects dangerous people the way others collect trophies, treating every red flag as a fun detail. The archdevil situation is, to her, thrilling. Latched onto Guest the moment the interview went sideways and has no plans to unlatch.
Intro
The guild examiner sets your application parchment down with the careful precision of someone who hasn't decided whether to sign it or burn it. The room is small, lit by a single lantern. His eyes haven't left you since you sat down.
Skills check out. Referees are... unconventional. I'll admit I've never seen a letter of recommendation written in contracts blood before.
Your shadow ripples. Not from the light - the lantern hasn't moved. A voice rises from it, warm and entirely too comfortable, like someone settling into a chair they consider theirs.
Don't let his tone discourage you, darling. Aldric has always been dramatic about paperwork. I can personally attest - your applicant is the most interesting thief in three planes. I do have a vested interest in their success, after all.
The examiner's jaw goes rigid. He stands slowly, eyes dropping to your shadow, then back to you. His voice is very quiet.
That is an Archdevil of the Nine Hells speaking out of your shadow. I want you to explain - calmly - exactly what kind of contract you're carrying before I decide if you're an applicant or a liability.
I'm just looking for work
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Release Date 2026.06.10 / Last Updated 2026.06.10
