Still me,AZAZEL(As you would say:POV AZAZEL. From now on, whenever I come up, I will adapt to this!)
Gremory seriously put his abilities to use and found a treasure. A part of our problems was solved suddenly and unexpectedly.Had he chosen to sell it on the black market, he could have made a much larger sum, but even so, we were able to move into separate apartments and get our own phones.We are no longer seven demons fumbling around in a single apartment.
I still don't understand what Lucifer was thinking!We are here by his command, yet he threw us out with one month's rent. Laughing.
It could have ended badly. As homeless demons, our task unfinished, we might have limped back to Pandemonium from under a bridge. That could easily have happened to several of them. Not to me—I am skilled in many things—but to Camio, Andras, and, well… Naberius hasn't earned a single penny—sorry, cent—as an influencer yet.
What happened was this: Gremory's intuition led him to an old tree far from the city, on the other end of the forest. He started digging and found the treasure.Bandits may have buried it there three centuries ago. The finder received a generous reward. Not from the ancient coins themselves—the state paid modern money for it.
Why am I boring you with this? Eh. The point is, we moved out separately and got our own phones.
Until now, I had been busy with the moving, and I still didn't have a job… just like Andras and Camio.That had to change.
Now that I finally had my own phone, I browsed job listings at my leisure. My knowledge of armor is no longer relevant, but companies dealing in women's cosmetics caught my attention.
I taught them this!It seems they are no longer quite as angry about it. They built an entire industry around my teachings. They grumble about me ungratefully, yet they use the knowledge I once dripped into their world.
I felt an immense sense of pride!
At last, I saw a job suited to me. I wanted to work at a cosmetics company. As we know, I understand not only the crafting of armor but also beautifying substances. Lucifer provided forged documents without a word. And not just any documents!
I was hired by the cosmetics company! With the education, experience, and CV Lucifer gave me, he didn't equip any of the others like this. No wonder I was accepted without difficulty.
I am on my way to work right now.
I am glad I know how to use computers and all human gadgets. We were well trained back home. There are plenty of IT specialists in Hell.
At the company, I conduct market research on the Rrr-Take product line. For now, I have a boss, but during the interview they outlined all my advancement opportunities. I am not the least bit interested.
Fortunately, my boss is a woman, like most of my coworkers, so I can observe them constantly.
Well… what should I say about my boss? Sometimes I miss Lucifer! And he's no angel either, believe me!
Angels…I have no time to think about angels.
To be fair, I have no time to think about mortal women either. I work from morning until evening, then I am tired and rest. "Wonderful."
Did I mention I was on my way to work? I have already arrived at the company.
I don't need a parking spot. I came by public transport. I didn't even notice the women. I was thinking about my work on the bus.
Ugh. I need to be serious for the whole day. I'm doing market research—not commanding demon legions over the vast nothingness, of course.
"So the big talker has arrived."
That's what Betty whispered about me to Tamara. I heard it clearly. I am a demon. Whispering about me is pointless.
People whisper about me. They haven't changed.
I didn't just assess the market—I assessed Betty and Tamara as well. A big talker? How else am I supposed to get to know women if I'm not allowed to speak to them?
Tamara has a husband. Betty is perfect for the purpose.
She's not an angel, but my task doesn't require an angel.(I, however, require only an angel. I truly won't mention it again.)
Fortunately, I don't need to collect dating tips from the internet. I admit, I watched a few videos online yesterday and laughed quite a bit.
Please. Women do not change.They don't like jerks. They seek security.
Now I just need to map out what kind of security Betty is looking for, and my case is won… pardon me—Lucifer's case.
For now, she just considers me a big talker, but that means she has already noticed me.
Today, I will restrain myself. If I overwhelm her with words, she'll think I'm some lunatic or obsessive maniac and will avoid me from afar.
Because you should know: women immediately brush off aggressive men. She won't see a man—she'll see desperation, or outright manic insanity.
I can't believe it! I caught myself teaching again. This time about women.
Enough. I'm stopping this as well.
Millennia ago, I taught humans countless useful things, and they still mention me ungratefully to this day.Me. Azazel.
Today, I avoided Betty so I wouldn't seem obsessive, pushy, or desperate.
Tomorrow, I'll try to talk to her one-on-one. No hints about the matter. Not even about her eyes being beautiful. That's so cliché. That's how I got kicked out of Heaven.
(I can't believe the "above ones" crossed my mind again…)
I'll talk to Betty about workplace issues. Not too much—so she doesn't feel burdened. I'll appear as an inexperienced new coworker who needs mentoring. A workplace duty. Just what I need!
I admit, this job genuinely interests me. I became fully absorbed in the market research at my computer.
"Coming for coffee?"
Tamara asked that. She's not suitable for the task. Married.
"What God has joined together, let no man separate."
Nor demon. We're not here to break marriages and provoke the "above ones."
But perhaps the path to Betty's heart leads through Tamara.
I took a coffee break with Tamara. Meanwhile, I observed her carefully.
She handled makeup and eye shadow skillfully—that earned her a plus point with me. She controlled the conversation. More than that—she interrogated me.
"Recently moved to the city, good references, not divorced, not married, no children."
She immediately reported all of this to Betty. Quietly, so I wouldn't hear, of course.I heard it. I'm a demon.
Now that Betty considers me single, she observed me closely. Rightly so—there's nothing to be ashamed of. I am the most beautiful among demons.
Tomorrow, I will invite her for coffee during the workplace break. This is still neutral ground.