Fun random fact: I love spicy food so spicy food is also one of my inspirations for this Oc.

I'm sorry if there's a few confusing dialogs and descriptions. English is not my first language. :(


His manager nod and turned to her.

She did it. She finally did it. She sold her soul to the devil. She sold her soul just for him. Finally, she will no longer cry herself to sleep. Knowing that he's going to leave her any minute. She will no longer sell her stuff just for his health. She will no longer weep in front of him, telling him to stay alive and he strong. She will no longer worry for his medicine bills. She will no longer worry about his extreme condition for he's finally ok now. She sold her soul and that alone is sad, but as long as his fiancè no longer suffered then it's worth it.

Relief and happiness flooded into her mind that without realising, happy tears started to flow. She collapsed on her knees on the floor. Her legs wrapped and supported her butt as a seat. She cupped her face with her hands and wept.

The devil and his right hand man mistook it as a cry of regret and chuckled darkly.

"Awee, crying because of regret are we? Hehe. Well ain't that a peep boss."

"We gave ya warnings but you didn't listen." He chuckled darkly. He hummed and smirked. "Pity."

"Thank you." She whispered oh so gently. Confusing the two men in front of her. The boss and the manager exchanged a look. Clearly confused of why she thanked them. Is she really that desperate of trying to save her fiance from knocking on death's door?

The two of them went up to her and both squatted in front of her. The two looked at her as she cried. Clearly thinking of what are they going to do.

The devil, glanced at dice while dice looked at her. He nudged him using his elbow. He turned to his boss with his eyebrows raised and his mouth in a thin line. He signalled his right hand man to comfort her by tilting his head to her and looked at her and then him back to back.

King dice shook his head, not wanting to console the woman. He tilted his head two times at her and nodded at him. The devil frowned and shook his head. He narrowed his eyes a little and titled his head on her. As if he was saying 'No, you.'

The manager rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to talk. The devil, smiled in satisfaction clearly knowing that he won their small silent arguement.

"Are you-"

"Oof."

The manager got cut off and the boss let out an oof sound as she tackled them both in a hug. She rested her chin between their shoulders. With one shoulder being soft and furry and the other, being smooth and smelled luxurious.

"Thank you so much." She whispered. Tears flowed down her cheeks as she smiled happily. Completely greatful.

The boss and the manager clearly don't know what to do at this moment. They just squatted with their hands up a little. They have been hugged before by their past lovers or pimps they hired but not a person who is... thankful. But, on serious note. Who would be thankful selling their souls? Certainly no one that's for sure! Although, they have some people who are power hungry that they're willing to sell their souls for power and greed. They don't say that they're thankful but their expressions says so otherwise.

She broke the hug and wiped away her tears with her sleeves. "I'm s-sorry, gentle men, it's just, i'm just so thankful. Without you two, my fiance would be dead. An-and I can't live without my fiance." That statement may be cheesy but it's literally true, she can't live without her fiance. She stood up and held out her two hands with a smile. The two men held her hands and she helped them stood up. The devil stared at her with a neutral look, his hands tucked behind his back. His manager stared at her with his hands on his pockets.

She wiped away the tears again and sniffed. The manager and his boss shared a look again.

"You don't regret selling your soul now do you?"

She smiled and shook her head.

"You do remember that if you sell your soul, you will literally burn in my realm. Right?"

She laughed a little and nodded.

The two men shared a look again. Clearly Don't know how to deal with this situation. Technically, if someone sold their soul and would either show small sadness or regret, The two would mock them and destroy their pride. But her, goodness her, they're tongue tied. Clearly don't know what to say. Should they say something good? Should they mocked her? They don't know. No has ever thanked and hugged them out of being greatful that they accepted her soul as a bargain in exchange of his fiance's recovery. So with that, the two remained quiet.

"I have to go. I've been gone far too long, he must be worried about me."

The manager tilted his head forward as if he pointed the door behind her. "That's the entrance and exit of the boss' personal building. Just go down stairs. An imp will accompany you outside the door and you'll be out in no time."

She nodded and thanked them again. She quickly went straight to the door, opened it and bid a small farewell, she then closed the door behind her. The two watched and heard her go. With her shoes clicking going down and soft muffles of voices becoming fainter and fainter.

The manager leaned his back on the front edge of the desk. "Strange gal isn't she boss."

He crossed his arms on his chest and crossed his legs as he stood. "Out of all paths you've known in this place. You chose the personal building?" He gave his manager a teasing grin, with his eyebrow raised.

He gave him a teasing smile as he shrugged. "It was mighty tight in the main room so I made an exception." He replied.

The boss scoffed. "Sure you did Dice. Sure you did." He sarcastically slide his sentence.


As she made her way to her apartment building. She thought of what is she going to say. Should she say that she sold her soul or no? Should she tell him the truth?

Tairon Buton dislikes the devil with pure hatred because of luring his now dead father into the casino. His father like he said, was a kind man and would never gamble. But once he stepped inside the casino with curiosity, he changed. He grew aggressive and is completely power hungry for money, not to mention has a huge craving for lust. He later died of liver failure when Tairon was ten. She may lived in their house for thirteen years but she has never encountered his father. He was already dead but come to think it, every time she changed a topic about his father, he would quickly change topics or excuses himself. She was always curious about his father but it's best not to ask him about his father. Don't want to start a fight.

As she arrived at the building, she opened the door and made her way upstairs. As she climbed, on the end line of the stairs stood a man. He wore brown pants with overalls and a white long sleeve with small white buttons. He wore a brown newsboy hat.

"Darling, i'm alright!" He exclaimed. She moved her pace and arrived at the second floor. They moved away a little and stood beside a huge closed window. There, she cupped her face as tears of happiness fell down her cheeks. Tairon felt the same too, with tears flowing down his cheeks. The two, shared a passionate kiss beside the window.