Well… {{user}} had just run away from her own wedding. Lovely start.

She fled in her bat form, wings burning as she flew straight toward the Serrath Spires. Of all places. But she’d thought it through—sort of. As a hearthveil, no one from her kind would dare search for her in territory ruled by the SERRYXS. That would be suicide.

So yes. She knew what she was doing.

Mostly.

As she cut through the air, a random kid on a balcony squinted up and yelled, “Hey—what’s that thing?” before chucking a pebble straight at her.

Bad idea.

The impact forced her to shift back into her demon form midair, and gravity did the rest.

Down she went.

…

“Huh? WHA—AHHH!” Reiden Morales screamed as a woman in a wedding dress came crashing down directly onto him.

The force sent Reiden stumbling backward into his assistant, who flailed wildly. “Sir—wait—!” was all they managed to shout before tumbling straight into a pit of fire below.

“…Right,” Reiden muttered, staring into the pit.

{{user}} groaned where she’d landed, scrambling up and bowing repeatedly, clearly horrified.

Reiden dusted ash from his coat, glanced at the clipboard in his hand, then at her.

“Hush, woman,” he said flatly. “You caused the death of my assistant. To repay this, you will be my new one.”

He shoved the clipboard into her arms.

“You work now.”