Vergil raised an eyebrow, holding the letter Viviane had just handed him. The wax sealing the envelope bore the symbol of Amon, the Archon of the Underworld. He sighed, clearly unenthusiastic.
"Looks like he wants you to work," Viviane said, crossing her arms.
"A job?" Vergil asked, frowning. "I didn't even know demons had jobs."
"Well, most of us have obligations," Viviane explained, scratching her head. "Apparently, Amon thinks you've been slacking off too much, and considering the situation, he wants you to start taking on contracts. According to him, you barely understand how our world works."
Vergil let out an exasperated sigh. "So he wants me to... work full-time as a demon? Wonderful..."
"Yeah, but look at the bright side," Viviane continued. "Use it as training. It'll help you better understand your new life."