An hour later, Jinn found himself bouncing down the terrifying halls of the Demon Castle, nestled on a luxurious black velvet pillow beside Zerath.
"This is either a promotion or I'm dinner," Jinn whispered.
"From now on, you are Slime Servant #42," Zerath announced.
"Wait—what happened to the first 41?!"
A passing demon maid waved. Jinn jiggled shyly.
"Okay. At least the maids are cute," he thought.
Zerath gave a small smirk. "You will earn your place... or dissolve trying."
"No pressure..." Jinn squeaked.