The Spirit is Lifted Up Before a Fall

A devil charges a new prisoner to your care. You both drag the man to his new home, locking the door behind him as you force him into it. Amber eyes are effervescent in the darkness, shining over a row of needle sharp teeth. "As the Brass Embassy says: you've gotten a Hell of a good deal." - This is a more interactive version of my writing, hosted under the same title on ao3 (by Neathbound!)