Mephisto stepped closer, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeve. "Nothing to worry about, Milady," he said lightly. "We will not consume your soul even after your father passed away. We have to put you to some use."
Evelyn's voice broke. "W-what do you want from me?"
Mephisto gave a pleasant smile. "Work."
She blinked. "Work?"
"Yes. After we claim your soul, you will become an employee at our little establishment. Greet guests. Serve them. Do what you're told."
His eyes glowed faintly gold. "And if you perform well, you will earn a ticket to the spirit realm."
"And if I don't?"
He shrugged casually. "It goes without saying that your soul will be consumed."
As she gulped in stress, Mephisto smiled warmly, "Everything depends on your effort. Now come with me…"
Even though Evelyn was in spirit form and she was already stressed by the current scenario, she still couldn't help but blush when she saw his warm smile that seemed trusting for her, for some reason.
