Broodmare (Mephisto x OC-Reader)

The Contact

A week had breezed by in no time flat for (y/n), who had sent out her application to True Cross Academy to be a teacher's aide or assistant to one of the higher ranked exorcists. After five years on the street and being arrested for low-level petty crimes, like stealing some food to stay alive and staying in abandoned buildings for shelter, she finally was arrested.. for defending herself against another thug. Ahh well, three years in a correctional facility included, thankfully, three squares a day and a roof over your head. But she had been warned she would not get another chance if she got arrested again, sadly that meant it was time to find a job. She was recommended a boarding house that had a time limit of six months, meaning she had to find a job and keep it within that time frame. 

And thus, upon her second month, she sent out a few dozen applications to various places of employment. One of which was True Cross Academy. She had expected the application to be rejected due to her rather 'super shady criminal history' of just trying to stay alive. And while her application answers all came back, each one as bleak a rejection as the last, she finally opened the final answer, from true Cross.

...Accepted?

Her application to a prestigious school had been accepted? This was not on her list of expectations, if nothing else, she expected the one mechanic shop to take her on. She then looked at the letters of the approval stamp;

Below the word A P P R O V E D was a name: Faust

Who the fuck is Faust?

The answer arrived three days later when a limousine... a cotton candy pink Limousine, pulled up in front of the boarding house. The door swung open and out stepped ... what the fuck? A little white terrier dog with a pink bow and a sleepy, or bored, expression jumped out.

Raising a brow slightly, (y/n) stood, approaching the dog for a few feet, looking inside the Limousine to see if anyone was inside... huh... nobody. Glancing at the dog she started to move up towards the driver seat of the car.

"GUTEN TAG, MY DEAR!" came a sudden, loud, boisterous voice directly behind her, "AHH! WHAT THE-" instinctively turning and slugging her would-be attacker right in the nose, who fell back on his ass with a surprised, and pained yelp, meanwhile, having put some distance between them, (y/n) had also fell back onto her own ass. And now... for just a moment, they just set there on their collective asses, staring at each other.

Once the moment had past, internally Mephisto only had one thought:

My gods, what a slug! What strength! What a woman!

Shaking his head and retrieving the top hat that had been flung off his head during his mildly humiliating descent onto the pavement , he chuckled "I am sorry... I didn't intend to startle you. I probably should have known that would happen... given your history." Placing the hat back on his head and returning to his feet just as (y/n) was getting to her feet, Mephisto cleared his throat and stated "Yohan Faust V, Director of True Cross Academy and... your new boss."

Oh... fuck. (y/n) just punched her new boss in the nose. Averting her eyes to the pavement she stated "I apologize for my outburst." Mephisto, Samael, or Yohan, chuckled "Not to worry, you have lived a rather rough life. And from what I understand, having spent time in prison has made it difficult to find a job,  so I am offering you an opportunity... and don't worry about staying here... you will have room and board, and all the nutritious food you can eat, without paying rent." (Y/n) backed up just a bit "I was always told if something sounds too good to be true, it probably is... so what's catch...sir?" To that Samael responded "Oh, everything is stated in the employment contract. You won't get an opportunity like this ever again, once in a lifetime deal."

This was sounding shadier and shadier... but... what other choice did she have, really? Maybe he had a side gig as a black market flesh trader, or maybe a pimp... but she couldn't go back to how her life was.

"...fine."