[Sorry about the wait. It is weird, I know how I want this story to ends, but not sure how I want to journey to that end to go. Not sure if that makes sense. Anyone, I am going to do a few chapters before doing a time skip and then it will be the Omega-7 Arc.]
"And based on the data that you can see, we can expect the company to improve by at least a 40% margin. And, like I said before my team and I have already factored in the legal aspect of informing the government, and the GOC on what our future products might look like in the future. We will also be shutting down some of the…unethical branches of the companies that you own. Overall though everything is like I said before is expected to be on an up and up."
Wendy was next to the projector board showing me the data for her presentation. It was plain to see from here that she was nervous, not that I could blame her. She ended up only getting very few people to be part of this project. I wasn't sure what their names or background were, but I had hope that Wendy wouldn't screw me over on this. I had told her specifically that I wanted legal approval in the anomalies world if we were to branch out to that direction. Which we most definitely were going to.
I didn't want GOC or any other Groups of Interest to come knocking or banging on my door because I didn't file some paperwork right. I wanted to be an ethical, legal, and respectful business. I didn't and couldn't be another 'Playtime'. The thought of that was enough to make me sick to my stomach.
"What does the Foundation want? Anything on their side?"
"Yes. The only thing that they wanted was for us to employ Foundation staff to help-"
"To spy on us. Figured, it would be something like that. Wendy I got to say that this presentation was...Fantastic you really nailed it. If we can keep it up, then hopefully we can become a fantastic company and set an example for others in our field. I will teleport us to my butler right away"
Her group looked confused, but poor Wendy was shaking her head and waving her arms saying.
"Oh..no..please no last time-"
The moment we teleported back to the Carter mansion Wendy and her team immediately started to throw up. I did feel kind of bad for them, but I was in a hurry. Zeta-9 was suppose to be at the entrance yesterday, but was delayed until further notice. I am not sure what happened but didn't care. I had taken that time to meet up with Wendy and get this whole thing figured out.
I was hoping to be able to move fast enough for the Foundation to either not notice or not be fast enough to do anything about it.
"Sorry about that. BUTLER!"
The Butler came running towards the living room, where we had teleported. The butler was a terrible thing that was a reminder to myself to be better. Butler, didn't have a name and certainly didn't have a family. The only thing he knew was to serve the Carter family, that was literally it nothing else. He was brainwashed behind repair. I had tried fixing him, but…he was too far gone.
The only thing that I could do was change his loyalty from Carter family to only myself. The man worshipped me as a God, it wasn't what I wanted but it was better than the previous situation.
"Yes sir, what can I do for you"
"Sorry to bug you, but I was hoping you can help my friends here. They will be helping in managing the business and companies. I was hoping that you could get them set up, and whatnot. Shot. Sorry but I really have to go, again sorry for bugging you, and sorry for the whole teleporting thing guys. Please call if you need me. Bye"
The moment I teleported back into my office, the door opened up. House came running in, and I honestly didn't want to even know what was going on with him.
"House..come on man. I literally just got here, what could be so important?"
"We need someone who can be the liaison for the surrounding demons. Upper management doesn't want to spend the money on containment, but wants us to somehow make sure that until the Site is fully functioning nothing unusually is happening."
"And that is my problem….how?"
"Please? They have us bear boned staff here. I am still in the Site Director training, and we don't have enough staff for an liaison."
"That sounds like a staff management problem though?"
"Come on Max. Look…just please. I need someone that can cover for this until we are a full functioning site."
"Why not get a more qualified person. You do realize that I am like…11? 12?"
"I wish I could believe me, but the Foundation wont give us any more personnel until we are a Site. Now can you do this yes or no.."
It was strange to see House practically bragging me to do this, and it didn't help that he tried to do the puppy eyes thing. Which wasn't something that I never wanted to see…ever.
"Fine. BUT! If I am going to do this I want full power in it."
"Deal, as long as the demons aren't a problem. Than I don't care, just please get them to calm down and follow the rules."
"Got it. Hey am I going to get like a secretary or something?"
"Sorry not in the budget…and speaking of which. We need a chief demonologist thanks bye"
House ran out of the room faster than anyone I had ever seen. I wanted to yell at me, but decided against it. This would be a good opportunity for me to make hell money. Currency from hell is going to get me a lot further than normal paper money. I might actual be able to use it to help keep myself stable. I will have to do some research later. Hopefully this day won't go so bad.
The moment the door closed, my face hit the desk. I did not know demons had such laws. Apparently, I was the new owner of a casino, a bar, brothel, a secret fighting ring, and strangely a few pawn shops. I will need to get Wendy to take care of that shit. The good news was that my products were more or less a hit. From what was being told to me, was that demons liked it.
I couldn't tell if they were underplaying it though, and I couldn't exactly go to Hell to find out. So, I was caught in the assumption that my products were decent. Good enough to want to be sold, but not good enough to make me the new shit on the block. Maybe I should add more shit. Teacher told me that there were a few more…creative brewmasters and some very unhealthy wizards/druids that wanted to make some more…plant based drugs.
The worst of them, and the one that not only did I not want to sell but one that I was scared to even touch. The joy drug was a drug created by an extremely depressed wizard. She believed that life was a complete lie, and other depressed shit. She used her high potential and knowledge to make a drug that brings the user True happiness. The happiness that makes you never want to come down, the one that makes you laugh like the joker. The kind of happiness where if the world burned down you wouldn't even bat an eye True happiness.
Not only thought, but it helped you sleep and gave you the best dreams possible. Whatever happy sick or twisted imagination you wanted it was yours in that bliss happy dream. The drug had no physical side effects, and was itself not addictive.
The problem was that what the drug did WAS addictive and DID have side effects. Imagine experiencing True happiness in a bottle whenever you wanted. Who wouldn't be tempted by that. I thought about taking the damn thing more than once, to see my family, my friends..katherine. But didn't want to go down that road. Once would be enough to get anyone hooked on it.
There were other drugs I could sell too. Simpler things that make you calm, help you focused, happy, and whatever else. I might try selling those, see what happens.
In the meantime, time for my last demon to deal with for the day. When I got outside I saw the demoness that I had met before. She was wearing a black evening gown that showed more cleavage than I was comfortable with. Our eyes met, and I spoke
"Good evening, Miss. I apologize for the wait."
She smiled at me and said.
"No need for apologies, I have heard and seen how busy you are. To think a human so young could accomplish so much."
"Well, I like to say that it is my charm and intelligence. But, power is also something that comes into play with these types of things."
"Indeed."
"Please come in, and what should I call you miss.."
"Von Cloverfield."
"Beautiful name. You must be from the Lust ring with how beautiful you are."
"Flattery dear boy will get you everywhere. No, I myself am from the Greed ring."
"I would have never thought such a thing."
"I believe that I am here to sign or agree to the establish rules and agreements to being here."
"Yes, nothing crazy or out of the ordinary. To be honest I haven't had anyone sign anything. I find that honesty, and mutual benefits is much, much better."
"Oh?"
"Yup, as long as you don't physical or mentally hurt humans. And, keep the whole supernatural world a secret then I honestly don't care what you do. I am sure you know that fighting on home turf is bad for business. It is also bad for business when you have to not only protect your property from other parties but also have to defend it against myself and my employer. It just simply something that isn't worth it. However, I am a man of equal value. I am not sure if you are aware, but I sell products from tobacco, to drugs to alcohol. All within my inventory."
"You sure know how to tempt a greed demon. What is the rate?"
"I will give you the same deal I gave the rest of the greed demons that came through. I will give you my products, but I want a percentage of ALL sales. I don't care if someone pays you with their soul, I want a cut of the profits. I get 20% of the profits."
"Can a little boy help a demoness. That price is too much for-"
"20% Miss Cloverfield. I have been negotiating with greed demons all day. That has been the fair price for all my clients."
"Tsk. If I didn't know better I would swear you were a demon yourself. Was one of your parents a demon?"
"Not that I know of."
"Very well than 20%."
"I do have a few secret products that maybe you can help sell around in hell though. I would HIGHLY advise you to test this out on some demons before using it yourself. I have no clue what they could do for you."
It was about 45 minutes later that I showed her the final product.
"This…to be honest I am not sure if I should even be selling it. I will only give you 10. It is called "Joy" or "Eversmile" or even "Smiley". This drug will not only help you go to sleep, but will also give you True happiness. Imagine your best moments, that best feeling you have ever had in your life and multiple that feeling by a metric shit ton. Then imagine having that feeling all day long, until you wake up the next day. The drug itself isn't addictive, but damn is the high addictive as fuck."
"Impressive. Why show them to me though? You said it yourself that you don't want to sell these to me. What changed?"
"You know, I have always been good at reading people. That nonverbal language of people, and also demons too. Most demons that I have meet have been scared, nervous or something or another. I can smell it in the air, just that tiny bit. However, with you It is different. I cant tell anything about you, nor can I smell anything from you. You are either working for a high ranking demon or a high ranking demon yourself. And, since you are a Von Cloverfield I would like to say that you are a high ranking demon. How close am I"
She started to laugh, and for a slight second I felt a tingling sensation down my spine.
"You are an interesting human, and one so young too. If only you were a demon, I would have you married off to my daughter. That girl is as wild and as free as her father."
"Why come here though? If you are a high-ranking demon why here? You could have easily stopped me and the Foundation."
"Bad for business. I am not one for violence, you gave those idiots a chance. There death was par for the course so to say."
"Thanks for not killing me."
"No problem. Since you are giving a little extra I will too. 20% is too low you could have done so much better than that. If these things do half of what you say then I can expect a lot of people will be happy. And I know for a fact that Beelzebub will want these."
"Beelzebub? Why would Beelzebub want my drugs?"
"Because that demon throws more parties than necessary. My daughter is always over there indulging in whatever is taking place. Leaving her mother to deal with all the work, and her father isn't better. Running off with that demon Paimon to do whatever"
I felt like some of this stuff I shouldn't be hearing.
"Hmm..sorry?"
"No, I shouldn't be complaining to a human child. Anyway, 20% and I will be seeing what these little things can do. Oh here is something you will be needing."
She handed me a card it read.
PPLS
445 Ash Axis
Sirocco City, 7th Ring of Hell
Prim & Proper Legal Solutions
High-Profile Legal, Investigative & Mercenary Services
Primrose Fatish Von Trevil, Esq.
"The Whore of Blood"
Contact number: XXX
And on the back read
Services Include:
Anomalous & Extra-Dimensional Legal Representation Class-Action & High-Stakes Litigation Private Investigation & Contractual Enforcement Mercenary Support for Contractual Obligations
I looked up to find that Cloverfield had disappeared leaving only the card. I guess I won't be going to bed at all today
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Addendum 02:It has come to the attention of the Foundation that the provisional holding site located in Las Vegas is presently operating below minimum staffing requirements. The incoming Site Director of the soon-to-be-commissioned Site-666 has proposed a temporary deployment of SCP-8937 to assist in containment and population control of demonic entities present at the location until Site-666 becomes fully operational.
This proposal has been approved by O5 Counsel, as it aligns with the current directive to keep SCP-8937 continually engaged in Foundation-sanctioned activity until Mobile Task Force Omega-7 is in full operational status.
Site Director House is to maintain direct oversight of SCP-8937 at all times and ensure that it remains continuously occupied with Foundation-approved tasks