"Yeah?"
"He wants to know if you're single."
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Agent Belphegor had his orders. He had taken countless jobs from Queen Lilith over the millennia, and this was only the latest task.
He was on the sidelines, cheering Beelzebub on when he tossed temptations at light during his forty-day fast. He had been there to act as Hitler's art school teacher, offering him scathing criticisms no man could come back from.
And he was responsible for everyone hating on Nickelback all the damn time for no real reason whatsoever. That one didn't serve much of a purpose—but it was evil.
And now he was on a new mission, and one a bit unlike the others.
Babysitting. Well, not really. Supervising. Spying. Clandestine operations?
That was the most generous and vague way he could put it. No matter how you sliced the toast, the mission was simple: Keep Ivy Satan out of trouble and get the poor chick laid.
