She smirked and began telling me how they admired my gall, and that they’d decided to make me an honorary Demon. I'd gotten more control over the computers than the bosses had previously, and they liked that aspect of my program. I got the whole spiel of how they’d been looking at me for a while now, and if I just fed a drop of blood into the cd/dvd port, all the problems I was currently having would go away. I’ll say something for her, she was quite a salesman, and the subliminal stuff on the screen wasn’t helping me either. Before I knew it, I was smiling and feeding my blood into the computer.

Well, they were right. All my problems went away. So did all my successes. My entire empire vanished overnight. Seems they could use my blood to track my Lucifer, and they took it all away. I was again just doing Data Entry by day, and gaming by night. I said all my problems went away, but as a reminder of what they could do, all of my role-playing icons stayed female no matter what I did.