It was a lovely day in Hell until he showed up, offering you a job. At first, you hadn't suspected anything. It was a job offer! A job that pays- in Hell! Well, little did you know, it was a soul contract between yourself and the disgusting moth, one of the Vees.

The man sat across from you in a fluffy chair, legs crossed and cigarette in one of his four hands. He puffed out a cloud of smoke.

"Well, what's your decision, sugar? I'm waiting..~"