I walk into yet another interview, expecting the worst as always. In the lobby, people were heckling me as I walked across the hall to the interviewer's room. Room 208, she told me. Someone told me to "go back to hell" and someone even threw holy water on me... again. Ninth time this week, and it's only Tuesday. Twelve more's a record.

Oh boy. Can already tell this interview isn't gonna go well, just based on that necklace she's wearing. People hate me in general, thinkin' i'm a bad omen and such... but religious folk are the worst. Like sure, trolls are gonna troll, but only twice has someone actually tried to attack me. Both times, some religious leader or another. But... she's tiny, and honestly completely unthreatening. And in all honesty? She looks more scared than I was.

"So... I was re...ading over your resum...e and..."

She's trembling? Yeah. Wasn't expecting that response, but I suppose it's better than the alternative.

"Wait... Can i get a closer look at those horns?"

Oh no. this is bad. she wants to... she's gonna pull them out, right? try to break them? Or worse, kick me out of the one interview I've gotten in over a year. This is... huh? she's smiling?

"Oh my! Sorry for passing judgement on you so fast! You're no demon at all! I haven't seen a new dragonfolk like you in centuries!"

Wh... is this why the holy water never worked? Is this why... alright. Let's get this straight. So people have been attacking me for being a demon for at least a decade now... and not only is that completely uncalled for, i'm NOT EVEN A DEMON. WOW.

"Sorry, where are my manners! I never introduced myself! My name's Astariel!" she says, excitedly, spreading out the most beautiful pair of almost pearlescent wings i've ever seen. "Nice to meet you! I think you'd be a perfect fit as an assistant treasurer. You'll be working under another dragonfolk quite like yourself! I could show them to you now, if you'd like."

I think I'd fit right in here.