β Scribed by Ivy Asher; Raven Kennedy
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
Itβs never a good combo to be broke and desperate. You do stupid things. Like accidentally sign your soul over to Hell.
When I interviewed for a new security job, I didnβt bat an eye that it was for a literal graveyard shift...headstones and all. I mean, at the hourly rate they were offering, who cares? I got this.
Turns out, Iβm not guarding a graveyard like I thought. It seems Iβve just walked my broke ass into protecting a Gate to Hell. Yeahβ¦I donβt got this.
Now Iβm stuck in a terrifying new reality: a group of hot demons who act like I can solve all their problems, and a battle between good, evil, and balance.
This will seriously teach me to read the fine print on Help Wanted ads. Good thing this job comes with a scythe. Maybe I can use it to stop them from dragging my ass into Hell.
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