>>6038566>>6038668>>6038709>>6038866>>6038945>>6039096>>6039290>>6039309>>6039571You glance at the demon, this high-ranking soldier of the apocalypse, and shrug nonchalantly. "Sure, why not?" You toss her a blanket and pillow because she plans to stay—no sense in being a bad host. Once she is nestled on the couch, you ask, "Do you like board games?" Psycho Jenny lets out a sigh, one that carries the weight of depression of her fall from a terrifying harbinger of doom to a couch surfer—a downwards trajectory you can relate to as a college grad earning minimum wage at Walmart. "What do you got?" she asks. You pull out Monopoly, the ultimate evil game, perfect for a demon. It has a reputation for destroying friendships and tearing families apart, after all. As you lay out the board, she muses, "This timeline is bizarre. In past ones, humans trembled in fear of demons, weeping, pleading, and going mad at the thought of the world ending. Here, it seems no one cares." You shrug casually. "Well, as a minimum-wage drone, if the apocalypse hits tomorrow, it means I don't have to clock in. Honestly, a fiery demise sounds way better than endless shifts at Walmart." Psycho Jenny frowns. "Those angel bastards finally won! What power do demons hold in a world where the apocalypse is preferable to the monotony of life? We can't triumph if humans aren't scared of us. There’s no fear without hope. This apathy towards death and suffering—it’s the worst possible scenario for demons!" "Sounds rough," you reply, oozing fake sympathy. Psycho Jenny continues, "Finding the Antichrist—meaning you—was my last hope. But—" You cut in, "I'm a colossal disappointment. Don't sweat it, my parents would agree. Look, if you can help me make more money, I could pay for better internet, which you could use to search for a more fitting candidate for this timeline's Antichrist." She mulls this over for a moment. "Alright, you've got a deal. I'll help you make more money, and in exchange, you will help me bring about the end of the world." You nod, "Cool. Now let’s play monopoly." And that's how you ended up with a demon for a roommate, plotting the apocalypse over a game of Monopoly.
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