Job was...in a jar.
As soon as Alastor had found out the miniscule demon had claustrophobia, he had begun a cruel combination of torture for Job whenever he wasn't actively using him. Namely, he would tell him "Don't be afraid" and then drop him in the tinted glass jar, combining the absolute terror and panic that Job felt from being within there...with the ever increasing pain that he would feel whenever he disobeyed Alastor, which apparently didn't care that he wasn't able to NOT be afraid when his phobia is used against him. Which is why Job is currently curled up into a ball, minutes from sobbing from both fear and the intense pain he was in. And sadly?
When Al wasn't "playing" with him things were still significantly better than when Al used him to entertain himself. For the last few weeks since ending up in hell, Job was nothing more than a toy that Alastor liked to break, over and over again... And then things shifted.
Job opened his eyes, and realized that he had, once again, been summoned by Alastor. But something was different. He was being held behind Alastor's back and the larger demon was speaking as if he wasn't there. "Ah, I do have one more friend I'd like to introduce to you, I doubt he would be much help as an employee but I have a feeling he might be interested in trying for rehabilitation."
What the hell was Al talking about? Before Job could question anything, he was moved quickly brought in front of Alastor...and held in front of an equally huge seeming, pale-skinned, red cheeked, blonde demon girl in a red suitcoat and black pants...
"Charlie, meet Job! I have, admittedly, known him less time than Husk or Niffty" Who? Does Alastor have other people in similar situations to Job? "However in this short time I have come to the conclusion he is probably one of the few Demons to ever be anywhere near possible to redeem!"
Charlie looks at Alastor...and then at the still trembling, clearly roughened up, and terrified smaller demon in his hand...who seems to be nervously looking both to Charlie and Alastor, clearly not liking his situation... "Oookay...um, well... You know, if he wants to try to end up rehabilitated, it would probably be best for me to interview him so I know how to tailor the program for his specific case... A Private interview, just so he feels like he can speak freely?"
Alastor seems to stop and think for a moment...
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