"First off, let's set some ground rules" Angel drops Job on his bed as he walks over to the door of his hotel room, first looking out the peephole and then latching it shut, not wanting to be interrupted during this conversation. "You see this room? I hope you like it buddy, cause you're not gonna be leaving it very often."
Angel sat down on the bed, sending Job tumbling into his side as he did. Job looks up to Angel's massive form...and gulped down more than a little bit of fear before asking the obvious question. "W-wait, why?"
"This hotel we're in?" Angel leaned down, his grinning face filling ALL of Job's view. "It's ran by the daughter of the Devli and its got some of the worst sinners in hell in it, and if some of them found you all meek, weak and tiny like this, they'd make you their personal toy faster than you can say "Shit I should of listened to Angel". And frankly, I don't wanna have to share ya."
"...W-well, what are you gonna do to me?" Job has gone pale...
"Heh, well, I own you, don't I?" Angel smiled as he sat back up, stretching a bit. "I'll do whatever I want with you. Though, I'll try not to hurt ya or anything, just don't expect me to pretend I don't own your ass"
"B-but you won't hurt me?"
"Not unless you get disobedient or something" He shrugged. "I mean, gotta train your Pet, right?" Now, in Angel's defense, he meant the "pet" thing as a joke, more teasing Job than anything else.
Job however is still processing the fact that he died, is completely terrified of the massive effeminate demon, and not in the mental state to be able to determine he meant that as a joke, so his heart sunk like a stone as soon as Angel said that. He was a pet now. Thats all. A pet to a massive, horny demon...
"Second rule, if I tell you to do something, I expect you to do it. You're my property, you've got no say in it"
Job nods, still trembling and scared to argue with him
"Third off...if a lady with one eye or a really smiley, lanky bastard in a red suit come in here while I'm... working" Angel's face suddenly goes completely emotionless "Hide. One's either gonna hurt you or think you're adorable and then I'll never get you away from her and the other will just tear you apart for the fun of it. Understand?"
Job nods, still too scared to speak to Angel.
"...You did just die. I don't think I'll make you do anything for me right now" Angel laid down on the bed, next to job. "Maybe we should both just get some sleep for now" Job finds himself being picked up and then dropped on top of Angel's incredibly fluffy chest. "We'll start on the real fun tommorrow. For now, go to bed and pretend this is all a bad dream and that you're gonna wake up on earth~"
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