5 Months Ago
Millie was looking forward to a night in with her husband, IMP had been particularly busy for the past few days and this was the first bit of alone time she was going to get with him in recent memory... She was, for some reason beyond her knowledge, given the Grimoire to watch for the night but otherwise she had no work to do and was simply planning on cooking up a meal with her husband when Moxxie's eyes suddenly went wide as he looked at her. "M-Millie? What's going on?!"
"Whaddya talking ab-" This is when Millie looked at her hands...and noticed that she was flickering, seemingly fading from reality...and then everything around her suddenly changed. From Moxxie's perspective his wife had just disappeared into thin air, and obviously this caused the Imp significant destress, he immediately turned to the grimoire, looking for any way to find her and bring her back!
Meanwhile, with Millie, she has just appeared in a damp, dark basement barely illuminated by the moonlight coming through a a small window...and from the shadows behind her a voice rings out... "...Well, you're either Not Stolas or you need a better press age-"
Job was cut off mid quip by Millie tackling him and holding him to the floor by his shirtcollar. "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU AND WHERE THE FUCK AM I!?"
"F-fair reaction." Job tries to push her off him but is...unable to overpower an imp. "...I'm Job, I summoned you w-while trying to summon Lord Stolas by summoning the holder of the Goetia G-grimoire t-there must of been some kind of...mistake!"
Well...that did make a certain degree of insane sense really. She was the one currently responsible for the book after all. Millie let go of Job's Collar and, letting his head drop onto the ground, got off of him. "I guess that makes sense, I did have the Grimoire when you fucking grabbed me and brought me to who knows where. But I'm not Stolas"
"I figured that part out." Job stood up again and picked up the book again. "...Well, I don't seem to see anything that looks anything like you in he-"
"Of course not hun, I'm no Lord of Hell or anything, I'm just an Imp" Millie shrugged. "Name's Millie. Now why the hell is some Human Teenager trying to summon the Prince?"
"Oh, I wanted to make a deal, my soul in exchange for someone getting killed." Job sighed as he read the book. "...Concerningly, I am not seeing a way to un-summon you unless you actually complete the task I summoned a demon fo-"
"Oh! Is that all you were wanting Hun?" Millie...concerningly Millie seemed to brighten up at the idea of killing someone. Job chose to ignore that and not look a gift horse in the mouth, maybe he can still salvage this. "Who's the Target?"
"Oh, uh, my stepdad. Should be drunk and probably asleep in the next house over." And with that, Millie was off. It wouldnt be until the Next Morning that Job would be informed by the police, after supposedly hanging out at a friends home that night, that his Stepfather had been stabbed 28 times in the night...And it would be in 5 Months that he was struck by a bus and would die on the spot.
From his perspective he fell for what felt like several hours and bounced off something wooden.From Millie's perspective she was relaxing at home when something small and blue-furred bounced off her coffee table. Millie, due to some part of Job's deal, immediately recognized him... "Oh! Well, you're around early then expected, Hun:"
"...why are you so freaking big"
"I think you're actually small buddy"
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