Gothic Corset
Helloooooo? Good day miss Corset, it's me, Charles, from DEMON Corp? This is just a friendly reminder that your account balance is currently at 0, and that's both Hell coins and earth cash. Since you've been leeching of company resources for 1 month now as you suffered from existential dread in your sad little apartment and all that. On behalf of DEMON Corp I'd strongly encourage you to report for work since we will cut electricity and incinerate anything that may be in your refrigerator once this message ends for dramatic purposes and we will throw you out tomorrow if you can't foot the bill. Have a nice day!
With this there was a flash of light coming from the kitchen as the refrigerator burned to cinders and the lights died out. What a fantastic morning indeed for Gothic Corset. At this moment she was residing in an average condo downtown which had been 'given' to her by DEMON Corp at her arrival as Charles had hastily explained the situation and given her a brochure. In typical demon fashion however if you didn't ask very specifically for the specifics you were told none. The need to pay rant was indeed new from 8h01 this morning.
J KeetThe night had been fun for J Keet, a woman that had seen him violently exorcise the ghost of a landlord that couldn't pay his medical bills since the rents were always tardy had invited her in her home since she believed it was haunted as she could hear sounds at nights. Things had quickly escalated when she mentioned that it was only from her room she could hear the ghost and that she wished Keet would join her in her bed as to comfort her. What had to happen happened but hey, it was consensual. In front Keet was the woman. Well, at least there was no ghost and now the lady could sleep easy. As he turned around however, he came face to face with Beardman as he smoked a cigarette. He pulled the cig out and sent some smoke out of his noze.
"You owe me 17 coins in long distance call. I guess why you did it is explained by the new Bike in front of this woman's house?"
Yes, in front of this woman's house. How did he enter? How did he even find him?! Max opened a random drawer from the woman's room furniture and taping his cigarette on the side a bit, ashes falling inside. He closed the drawer back.
"I also checked your account, just because I can, and noticed that you're at 42 coins... That makes 25 with the 17 coins you owe me, which I took the liberty to deduce. You've been here for 2 months and you're here to work your ass off to get back in heaven you punk angel and next thing I know you're in some chick's bed, burning all your money for a damn bike?!"
This visibly awakened the woman who screamed seeing Max.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!"
Max frowned at the word 'Hell'.
"That's none of your business little lady."
"What are you doing in my house you creep!? I'll call the cops!"
Max took another long breath of nicotine before answering.
"I only answer to divine law, bitch."
Silk Gloves"A coffee refill please, miss Gloves."
Exomis the Corruptor handed out his empty cup, made of dark hellish cold iron (It was wondrous how someone could drink of the razor sharp edges without cutting away his lips) with demonic runes roughly translating to #1 Annihilator of Souls, to Silk. On the side of the conference room was a coffee machine with 'Juda 13,000' painted in blood on it. It was in the same style as the cub but somewhat cleaned, it was German made after all, 'With the burning power of a thousand jew' and all that. When it activated, Charles interrupted his presentation as the machine whistled and cranked, a thick cloud of steam coming out as the Hellish coffee came out of the machine with the screams of millions of tortured souls. The Boss liked his coffee with extra misery.
"Please Charles, continue."
"Thank you sir. So, as I was saying. In conclusion, this move to invest heavily in cattle production in China and then, through a legal loophole, export to Canada and then on use the free exchange agreement to send this beef in Europe should cause havoc in European beef production, which is too uncompetitive and in general create further problems for European economy, increasing misery on farmers by 33%, as much as 2% in Europe as a whole with the extra benefit of frustrating neighboring India about Chinese slaughter of their so called 'Divine Animal'. Sin increase projections vary but we're optimistic at a global 1.5%, hate toward the Chinese, the Canadians, the statesmen and so forth should be notable as well. If the KeystoneXL Pipeline project is approved by our bribed officials in Washington then we will overwhelmingly go pass our quota for this year. Canada won't be a problem as Prime Minister Stephen Harper already sold his souls to us last year. This will be all for this quarter report."
The powerpoint projection came at an end and Exomis closed a binder in front of him.
"Good, good. I'd also like you to make a suicide projection and make a document about the most terrible stories as they come in for me to laugh at later. Next in the meeting is something about... Chinese ghosts? If I remember correctly?"
Charles nodded and went to find the "Wtfjumpingzombies?.word" document. Another powerpoint.
"We got recently confirmation from our geological study team that in the old mine east of the city that a great number of... Chinese Jumping Undead have awoken from their resting place. My research suggest that they are ghosts from dead chinks that blew themselves up with nitroglycerine during the 19th century at the construction of the transcontinental railroad and the mining operations. Although odd, remain the possibility of a large amount of mayhem and chaos. Remains the fact that of course to report this the geologists survived their encounter due to some uh... 'Somekind of old Asian wise man, mister Miyagi style, that kept the creepy chinks from sucking their life force like they did with George'. A spirit, by all likelihood."
Exomis took a sip of his demonic coffee. For a moment it seemed the coffee was defying the laws of physics to get away from the Archdemon, taking a vaguely humanoid form, but it was futile.
"Good. Miss Gloves, you're up to kill this spirit and... Charles, you did message miss Corset this morning?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, you'll take miss Corset with you, this will be her first job for us. Considering this... Mister Miyagi spirit is holding a horde of ghosts, even if minor, must mean it is a relatively powerful entity."
Charles raised an eyebrow.
"Sir, considering Gothic Corset as free will, perhaps she will not report for duty?"
Exomis had a small laugh and a smile.
"Oh Charles... it isn't because people have free will that they use it."
There was a silence. Charles was about to break it but Exomis raised his hand.
A few seconds later there was a knock on the door.
"You may enter, Miss Corset."