Happy

There are no Mondays in Hell, but Kurkupa's day was still off. The younger demon was given his first independent assignment—a shamefully petty one: slip Archangel Happy a crooked check, wait for him to sign it, take one wing, and get promoted. The plan was simple. That's why it fell apart.

Kurkupa set up the teleporter, closed his eyes, and landed with a thud in a flowerbed in the middle of a heavenly garden. The air was filled with the scent of marshmallows and grace, and cherubs fluttered about with watering cans. The demon got tangled in the vines and fell into the roses.

“It wasn’t me,” he said.

"It's a flowerbed," replied the archangel, emerging from behind a column. Tall, glowing, with advertising-positive wings. He looked at the rose-clad demon and smiled. "Oh, new intern! You're cute."

"I'm not a trainee. I'm a junior demon. I'm dangerous."

— Dangerous? Cool! You'll be my partner.

"What? No! I came to..." Kurkupa faltered. "To seduce you. For a minor offense. I even have a receipt."

He handed over a crumpled piece of paper. Happy read it with interest:

"Heavenly dessert, two servings." This is not a violation, it is an order.

— This is a crooked check! You should have signed it!

• I'll sign it. You're the one treating me.

Kurkupa opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again. His tail twitched nervously.

— I'm not treating. I'm tempting.

— Can we combine them? Tempt me with dessert.

"Do you realize I'm a demon? I'm supposed to be wreaking havoc and causing mischief! And you're offering desserts!"

• Well, sow it then. Eat dessert incorrectly. Very chaotically.

• This is not chaos, this is bad manners!

• What's the difference?

Kurkupa stared at him, his tail twitching like an irritated cat's.

• You are unbearable.

• Thank you! People often say that to me.

Kurkupa turned to walk away proudly, but the teleporter was blinking at the other end of the garden. He had to walk past Happy. He almost made it—and suddenly felt himself grabbed by the tail.

• Ow! Let go!

"I won't let you go," Happy said calmly. "You don't want me to sign a check just like that, do you? Or do you?"

Kurkupa froze.

• This is unfair.

— But it’s effective. So what?

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