A Promotion

Your door swings open again, slamming against your brimstone walls and causing you to jump in surprise, pulling you out of Abigail's world and back into your own Hellish reality. Mastema stands there, digging a clawed finger into your wall casually before looking up at you, flashing you one of his winning devilish smiles.

"Charlie, just the man I wanted to see." he says, his hulking figure dominating your hallway. "You've been doing good, good work for us and I'd like to promote you."

"That's grea~"

"Now, some of the other demons are against this idea.. well.. some of them would rather see you be tortured for eternity but oh no, not me. Not your old friend here, no way sir." he continues, cutting you off entirely, "I'd like to see you up there with the big dogs, you think you can handle that?" he asks, tilting his head to the side slightly with a look of curiosity.

"Sure~" you try to speak.

"That's fantastic, really, really good Charlie. I'm so happy to hear it. Anyway, first things first you need a title. Like see me, I'm the Angel of Disaster" he says, his wings spreading at the word Angel, "The father of all evil and.." he holds up a finger, pausing for dramatic effect, "the flatterer of God himself."

"That's a mouthful." you reply coldly, not happy with the way Mastema treats your conversations.

To your surprise he bursts out laughing, smashing one of his balled up fists against your wall and causing the room to shake.

"That's why I like you, Charlie. You're not afraid to say it how it is. Really great. Anyway, just fill in your title here.." an ancient piece of paper appears in front of you, your name's at the top and there's a bunch of information below it but before you can read it Mastema's hand blocks your view.

"Don't read that, really, don't. It's your past, future annnd your eventual demise. Really, it is. You'll quite literally go insane if you read even one word from that parchment." he says, with a casual shrug.

Beside your name you see there's an empty block asking for a title. You stare at it blankly for a moment before grabbing the pen from Mastema's outstretched hand and writing.

Charlie, the Fallen Angel. You choose the name because of the Crimson Halo above your head, you've yet to see another human or demon in Hell yet who has one.

"Simple, sweet and straight to the point. It's not going to strike fear into anyone's hearts but I like it. You'll be hearing from me soon, there's a small board meeting you're going to have to attend to make this whole promotion thing official.." he says, grabbing the parchment and beginning to leave your office before turning and staring at you, evil mischief lighting his eyes, "and then the true fun begins." he finishes before leaving and slamming your door.