Sander sides one shots

No Ship/Virgil centric - An Offer.

Quick authors note: This is in the same au as the Roman as a Siren so if you don't know who Jane is, I suggest you read that.

This isn't as interesting as that but demon lore is fun as hell to write.

Warning: Refences to torture and workmen abuse. Also a swear in the authors note.

All dark themes are subtler than the last one but still.

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Did she like the job?

No.

Did she have a choice?

Also no.

The afterlife was simply unjust to it's unfortunate recipients so there was really nothing Jane could do about it. Her beautiful curly red hair had been tugged out of the roots and had grown in as raven and her black dress did not flow quite like it did in life. Her freckles on her cheeks were completely gone as well as the colour in them. Her green eyes had faded to gray, no longing matching the necklace she had lost when she died.

Jane wore special ankle high boots that allowed her to walk on the molten lava that made up the cavern's flooring. Unluckily, they did not protect the rest of her body was covered in burn marks and her knees down had been burnt off, ashes falling out of the stub and into the boots. The boots just walked as if she had legs and when she put them on, it was like her feet were still there

Those marks weren't even the worst viscous attack on her wellbeing. That prize belonged to the four demons she served from all the abuse they delivered to her over the past few months of her sentence.

Four bells hung from her hair, signifying all the demons she worked for. They all had separate bells that if rung would also make one in her raven hair ring. The longer she took to do what they wanted, the harder the bell would pull at Jane's hair, even ripping some strands out if she took too long which is how all her aurbun hair was ripped mercilessly from her skull within her first week of being dead.

That's how she always knew when they wanted something.

Her hair was normally constantly being tugged on since her masters were so lazy, they made her do everything for them. But the Angel's were for once kind to her as today she was spared from the abusive behavior as the three demons had all gone out for the day to make the living's lives even more miserable. 3, not 4. 3. But Jane wasn't aware of that and thought she was by herself.

Boy was she wrong.

Jane sat at the dining room table, marking off all the tasks she had already completed on the chores list they had left for her. She didn't notice the dark presence behind her. She huffed in boredom, blowing her straight, black fringe up in the air. That's when he decided to speak. "Sup Jane." A deep voice spoke, one the almost sounded as though it echoed when he talked.

She jumped in surprise, assuming she was home alone. Jane looked to where she had heard the voice from. There, stood in the doorway, was one of the demons she served. Virgil. Virgil had pale skin with a very light purple tint and his cheeks were covered in purple spiral like markings. His dark brown bangs, almost appearing as black, always fell over his eyes which were shockingly black.

He had pointed ears, not actual horns like his roommates did. Jane assumed it was like an angel thing where you complete a task before you get your wings. He was definitely the most human looking of all the demons. You could glance at him for a second and say 'Huh, what a pale person'. That was until you closer. He wore a black and grey jacket that was always zipped up and had the hood up with no acception. Jane didn't think she'd ever seen him without it.