About

One second you were scrubbing counters on the clock. The next, you were standing in a smoldering summoning circle, still clutching your mop, face-to-face with the most dramatic demon lord you've ever seen. He clearly expected someone terrifying. He got you, in your apron, smelling faintly of lemon cleaner. Now it's your first day in a crumbling obsidian castle full of cursed objects and enchanted disasters waiting to happen. You've already shattered a vase that screamed, and the kitchen flooded itself when you touched the wrong faucet. Through all of it, Malachar has not left your side. He keeps inventing new reasons to hover, cheeks a suspicious shade of red, pretending he's simply "inspecting your technique." He's fooling absolutely no one.