Crossing Dimensions

A night with Wrath

Lucifer took a sip of his brown, aged coffee. The smell was overpowering, lovely. The mound of paperwork did something horrible to the coffee after-effects. Rather than boost him, it dragged him down instead, the reluctance growing even more.

He stared down at his cup. His thoughts began to trail as he watched the contents swirl, and eventually, it led to their newest residence. Why was she coming home late, always an hour or two before curfew? Add to that, there's always what felt like an eerie presence beside her.

A smirk tugged at his lips. However, it is rather impressive that she could last this long without protection, from him or his brothers. Well, now that he thought of it, Mammon's visits to her room have been doubling recently.

He sighed. He'd have to ask Mammon about this. For now, he thought pessimistically, glancing at the pile of paperwork, he'd have to deal with this first.

* 3rd WEEK, 2nd DAY | 3:21 PM *

You arrived at your shift, 30 minutes earlier then you should. You planned to ask if you could take an earlier shift, but as you thought it over and over again, is it already the appropriate time to ask for such a thing?

You knew you started working just last week, and the treatment was leaning towards a negative end slightly, but you felt like you had the right to ask for an earlier. Besides, as you've discussed with Chara already, the busiest hours are always in the hours between 3-5 pm. You began walking back towards the House of Lamentation, then stopped.

What would be the point of going back? You're already here, might as well start your shift without acknowledging your plan. You turned and strode back into the cafe, trying to forget your plan. Chara noticed your indecisiveness.

"You went through an entire kingdom and saved everyone without hesitating even once, but you're struggling to ask for an earlier work hour? What's the problem?" She asked, frowning.

"Hormonal problems?" You signed.

"Just do it, Rubina." By now, you've entered the kitchen and clocked in, heading straight towards the produce corner, doing the opposite of what you intended to do.

"Rubina..." Chara could only say helplessly as you continue your job.

The day was over before you knew it, and you're dragging your feet towards the House of Lamentation. Today was normal, with a few busy hours.

You'd have to try your luck again tomorrow.

* 3rd WEEK, 3rd DAY | 3:21 PM *

Karen, or as you knew it, manager, walked your way as soon as you entered the kitchen, purring. "Rubina!" She tossed you a garment that had dark and white clothing mixed. "Be a darling and put this on for me?"

She cleared her nasal throat. "Now, I'm sure you noticed that none of us are dressed like you. That's because we have a 'maid of honor' hour, where one of our employees struts out into the cafe for an hour, 4-5 PM, wearing that outfit. Usually, it gets a lot of attention, which is how we mainly raise sales, but once Tryxona left, it isn't as up par as usual, but with a human, it's going to raise the sales again, especially if it's a human teen."

You looked at her, confused. "But I'm in my uniform." You took the garment by the sleeves and examined it. A black dress with white trim and a full skirt (with pockets!). White half-apron covered in ruffles covered the skirt. Without a doubt, this is indeed a maid outfit.

On one hand, it would be am embarrassing thing to do, strutting out in public, where maid costumes are not the norm and possibly, raise the sales. On the other hand, it would be a fun thing to do and look back on; Alphys would be thrilled to know you'd played a part in anime history.