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Turns out, Heaven and Hell aren't exactly like you thought they were. |
| [Introduction]
Think of this story as kind of like a sitcom, following three friends as they go about their day to day lives at their job. Said friends just happen to be a trio of newbie succubi, and their job happens to be obtaining fresh souls for the underworld, typically through seducing their "clients" into agreeing to infernal pacts that grant them what they desire most in exchange for their soul upon death. Their job isn't particularly difficult, either. As it turns out, most humans will give away pretty much anything they own to get what they really want. Even their very souls. It's their competitor, Virtue Inc., that really has a hard time. They especially have a hard time recruiting, as almost nobody, especially humans, seem interested in working from basically no reward other than the satisfaction of doing good deeds. |
| In a seemingly innocuous waiting room, there sits three young, and admittedly very attractive women. One might think they were just unusually beautiful humans, if not for their strange skin tones, horns protruding from their heads, and pointed tails. One of them, the one with bright red skin, turns to the blue one sitting to her left and asks "So I take it you two are here for orientation as well?" The blue and purple skinned women nodded. "I'm Jezzabelle, by the way. But you can call me Jezzy."The red one says, extending her hand. The blue and purple shake it, introducing themselves as Desdemona and Valencia respectively. "Nice to meet you." They all say, before Jezzy asks "So, I'm guessing you're both fledgelings too?" "Uh huh." Desdemona replied, nodding excitedly. "I used to be a cheerleader as a mortal. Made a deal to become the most popular girl in my school. It lasted for about a week before the accident, and I woke up here. But hey, I try to see the positives in everything. Now that I'm like this, I could have any guy I want! Seems like a good trade to me! You can call me Dezzy, if Desdemona is too formal for you, by the way!" Valencia sighed " I was an outcast in my mortal life. Men would barely even acknowledge me, and women would mock me. Say I was a freak. I made a deal to be admired and loved, then came the gas leak. But now, here I am with the body of a Playboy model. I hope I get the opportunity to reap some much deserved vengeance of the ones who made my life miserable." She said that last part with a growl, clenching her firsts before turning and smiling at Jezzy and adding "You can just call me Val, if you'd like." Jezzy couldn't help but have a hint of sadness on her face as she heard the other's stories. "I wish I could say I relate to you. I was from a rich family and had a pretty good life. Then my father was diagnosed with an inoperable tumor. I was desperate to save his life, and no doctors could help my family. So, I made the deal, and here I am." Before Dezzy or Val could offer their sympathy, the door on the other side of the waiting room opened. There stood a most voluptuous woman with dark red skin, dressed in a business suit and tie. "Ladies? You may come in now." The three newbies entered the woman's office and stood before her as she sat behind her desk. "I have no formal name, but you may refer to me as Lilith, or Lily if you prefer. Welcome to Temptation Corp., I shall serve as your supervisor and boss during your employment with our company. While you're here, I encourage you to think of myself and your co-workers as not just contemporaries, but family. I think you'll find working for us not just profitable, but enjoyable as well." Dezzy raised a hand. "Yes?" "What exactly will we be doing here, Ms. Lily?" "Your jobs are quite simple. Whenever we are contacted by a prospective client, you answer their call and fulfill whatever it is they request. Their subsequent payment for your services will come in time. Now, I won't lie to you ladies, most of our clients will probably request to sleep with you, or otherwise wish for you to fulfill some deep desire of theirs. Just remember, you may as well try to enjoy it as much as them. That's part of the fun of this job, after all. Any more questions?" |
| "How about possible downsides?" Jezzy asked. "I mean, what sort of things will we be learning that might be usable in other jobs? Likewise, competing businesses that might try to pouch our talents and such." "Depends on the situation," said Ms. Lily. |
| "Does our work also involve the seven deadly sins?" Valencia asked. "You know, they include wrath, sloth, pride, envy, greed, lust, and gluttony." "Now that you mention it," Lily said. "There was a client who exhibits these traits who we've been trying to help for days. Do you girls think you can accommodate his request?" |
| The trio looked at each other and shrugged. "I guess we can give it a try." Val said. Lily smiled. "Excellent! However, that particular client is more of an advanced case, and seeing as you're all new here, I think it would be best if you got some real work experience first. So, I'm assigning each of you an easier task before I give you that case." She handed them each a portfolio from her desk, containing info on their first missions. "Now, you have your assignments, so get out there and make us proud! Across from my office door is an elevator. Simply enter it one by one, and it will take you to your respective client." The trio exited their boss's office, and approached the elevator in question. Jezzy entered first, and pushed the up button. The next thing she knew, she was standing in the center of what could only be described as a rather nerdy boy's bedroom, with various pop culture figurines and posters adorning the walls. Before her stood pretty much a walking stereotype of a nerd as well. Glasses, braces, freckles, the whole shebang. "It actually worked?!" The young man exclaimed "I didn't really expect the ritual to succeed! I sort of did it as a private joke. But since you're here now, how about we have some fun?" Jezzy sighed. Something told her she didn't want to know what this guy's definition of "fun" was. Still, it was her job now to fulfill her client's desires, whatever they may be. "My name is Jezzabelle." She said "What is it you desire?" To her surprise, the young man didn't immediately try to pounce on her. "I was thinking we could have a nice time together before we get down to business." Jezzy was visibly shocked at this request, not that she was complaining. "What did you have in mind?" The young man reached under his bed and pulled out a long carboard box. "I've been working on my own homebrew D&D campaign, and need someone to help me test it out." Dungeons and Dragons?, Jezzy thought. This guy really is a walking stereotype. Regardless, she agreed to his proposal. At least he has the decency to treat a lady to a sort of date before trying to bed her, she thought. Not that D&D was exactly her idea of a first date. "I've never actually played this game." she said "So you'll have to walk me through it." The young man smiled, his braces shining in the room's light. "I'd be happy to! I'm Martin, by the way." |
| "Jezzy is mine." She looked at the books. "This is interesting." "You shall not-." a voice began intoning, from behind a bright light. "Wait! Do I know you?" The light dimmed, and Jezzy found herself looking at a young woman about her age, one that was familiar to her. "Crystal?" "Jezzy?" "It's good to see you, situation withstanding," said Jezzy. "I was at the funeral. The guy that ran you over got 15-25. Seems that, among other things, they were drunk and had stolen the car, in addition to running you over. Whole class was shook up over your death." "I saw," said Crystal. "What about you?" "Father had cancer," said Jezzy. "I made a deal." "I see," said Crystal. "Hey, do you know how to play D&D?" Martin asked. Crystal looked at him, and then back at Jezzy, and then back at Martin. "Never played that game." |
| As Crystal and Jezzy settled in, Martin gathered up as much junk food as he could find. "Shall we get started?" Crystal asked as Martin stuffed his face with potato chips. "I guess so," Jezzy said. Just then, a large, chunky cat came into Martin's room. "That's my cat, Rick," Martin said. "We both love to eat." Rick walked up to Jezzy and brushed up against her leg. "He must like you," Martin said. |
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