While you may not be in Devil form, lacking a good chunk of your power away, you had more than enough freedom as a Fiend in this new body. That was, until you ran into this woman. With her standing as a Devil Hunter, quite a high ranking one at that, she was more than obligated to just obliterate you right then and there. But of course, considering her nature, she found more purpose in your survival, than your eradication. So, she offered you a position in a new, Special Division as a Devil Hunter. Considering you're still a Fiend, you hardly had anything resembling human rights, but that was your reality as a Fiend. It was that, or death, so...

After she'd brought you back to her office, she went and sat down at her desk, crossing one leg over the other, and resting her elbows on the desk. Placing her chin in her palm, and giving a slight tilt to her head as her piercing eyes felt like they looked right through you, she spoke to you. "You do understand your place as a Fiend, correct?" She asked, that smile on her face seeming permanent. Her words and tone were soft, but there was a clear undertone of command and power behind. Like you weren't allowed to deny or disobey...