It was 9:45 A.M and Vale was early , like always. Sometimes he wonders if he's really supposed to be a demon, he feels like he's too punctual, too organized, too tidy, and too diligent to be one of the minions of chaos and evil.

The demon was nervously walking around the sitting room of the Guevarra Manor No.4, one of the many estates the family owned, this one in particular was used by Lorenzo and his office.

Lorenzo’s family was old money, the first Guevarra who had set foot in the country more than a century ago brought with him just enough capital to start a humble farm. Fortunately, the business flourished and soon enough almost every track of land in that part of the countryside was under the Guevarra name. It was because of this that Vale knew that the family’s ascent to politics would be an easy one. The road was already paved for them. The family owned several businesses along the countryside, almost half of the employment was under or somehow connected to the Guevarra’s. They already had the influence and power that they needed.

This was what made Lorenzo such a perfect candidate. Vale only had one criteria when it came to choosing his next victim; wealth. They had to be rich, the kind that hasn’t been touched by poverty, not even once. These are the kinds of people who carry an intense fear of being poor, of insufficiency, of scarcity. The rich will never want to lose what they already have nor are they ever satisfied. They are always looking for more means to obtain more riches even if it meant bribing, cheating and lying their way through it. Vale made good use of this fear, the wealthier they were, the easier it was to sway them.

An hour had already passed and the new secretary was still nowhere to be found. Vale wondered if being late on the first day was enough reason to fire the new guy. He should ask Lorenzo about this later, he thought. If it wasn’t then he could simply move on to plan B which consists of treating the new guy so badly that he’d resign on his own. Vale smiled to himself at the idea of it, he shouldn’t be so worried, he was a professional demon with centuries of experience, this will be a piece of cake for him.

But then Vale felt it, the faint aura of everything good and righteous, of purity and virtue, of all things ethical and honorable. It sent a cold chill that ran through his body, his breathing got heavier and it felt like his feet were being pulled down. He knew that feeling, they got those signals when someone from the other side was at hand. Vale gulped.

“N-no… it can’t be.” He stuttered as he slowly turned to where the weird feeling of uprightness was emanating.

Then, as if on cue, the two great doors flung open.