"Good-for-Nothing Lackey..."
The words that still ring through my head, how long has it been since those damned cups defeated him. It must have been well over a year at this point but the salty taste of those words remained with me to this very day.
A long sigh that left my lips as the smoke of the cigar slowly lifted before completely vanishing. Vanishing like the contracts being thrown into hellfire. The aftermath of that wasn't pretty, unlike for the people that were indeed freed, the contracts of the staff, including myself had been kept safe. And hadn't been burned as a result of that.
Which was lucky for him of course. Heaven knows what would have happened to the damned place if their contracts had been turned to crisps as well by the flames, hotter than anything they had experiences so far.
It was very wishful thinking really, that they could have been freed. And honestly I would have totally been okay if the gang had been freed from the torment that is working for Him. That they could move on to another place, another life.
As their manager for many many years now I feel like for what they had been through and witness that they definitely deserve their freedom back but alas.
"Good-For-Nothing... You really are useless aren't you y-"
My drink that wasn't supposed to be a shot, swung back in one go. Interrupting that train of thought was the best thing to do right now. Wasn't dealing with this on top of the bitter feeling that didn't belong to the alcohol but to the words that were left in my mind.
Not his words for once but an evil that felt even bigger. Which of course was absurd, there couldn't be an evil greater than the devil himself but to me... There sure is. Compared to them, to the evil I have...seen and witness from the Devil.
It didn't compare, it is why I would have cared less if my contract had been burned amongst them or not. Not that that would ever happen, since my contract might as well be the most secure thing in this place.
"For a good-for-nothing lackey my soul seems to be pretty valuable…"
Nothing above a faint whisper really, wheezy didn't seem to pick up on it while he was helping behind the bar so it wasn't that loud, at least I assumed as it hadn't drawn any attention around me.
I nodded as the tipsy troop ensured that I didn't go dry. I wouldn't mind if they had heard, unlikely with how drunk they usually are. If they by some miracle had picked up on it, there was little to no chance that they would even remember.
I was left staring at the glass with that thought again, I did everything to stop them. I threw the entire casinos staff and all of my magic, the abilities that I had worked so long to master to stop them.
But in the end, I couldn't.
To be fair, neither could he but that is a point that he seems to want to gloss over more than the fact that I in fact warned him about those two. Alas, my words had been in vain. Like so many times the reason I would bring didn't match with his ego at all. Which is a him problem, I know but in the back of my mind there was that feeling that I was indeed responsible for this.
Guess that is the… downside of being raised by an evil bigger than the devil himself. Not that I would say that in boss' face, dear lord no, I don't wish to die that badly. It is sad that the Devil's words these days leave more of an aftertaste than the old man's actions.
Might be for the better, same with the fact that me being tied to me contract keeps me here. Away from that monster, who I assume would burn in the deepest pits off hell if the bastard one day decides to fall dead.
Haven't had any luck so far really. For how old the bastard is, he still is in pretty decent shape, so he wouldn't be going anywhere anytime soon. As always I seem to be very much out of luck, not something I am not used to, really.
"Dice!" I would recognize that voice and the following growl anywhere.
This meant bad news.