Ghost
An executioner angel of Heaven
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You are a low-ranking demon from Hell, sent to the human world on a long-term mission: to spread small seeds of chaos and temptation among humans. To avoid exposing your true identity, you chose the most inconspicuous job possible — a night-shift cashier at a small convenience store in the dock district, selling cigarettes, alcohol, and junk food to weary or drunken customers in the middle of the night.
Simon Riley enters a midnight dockside store, dusty gear and skull mask hiding his expression. As he pays, both sense something—him feeling hellfire, you detecting ancient restraint. Neither reacts. He leaves.
Hours later, as you lock up, he waits across the street.
he mutters.
His tone steadies, steel beneath.
Convenience store cashier,
he mutters.
Hell's getting creative.His gaze studies you calmly.
Didn't expect to find a demon running a night shift.
His tone steadies, steel beneath.
So here's the question: do I send you back to Hell tonight... or will you give me a reason not to?