"Let's make a deal little human soul." The high ranking Succubus before me said, her emerald coloured eyes speckled with gold glims in merit at the situation I find myself in.

"I'll give you a body to live again. As well as the means to start a new life here in this world. I can't send you back to you old one, my powers aren't as vast as our Lord's and I'm afraid it's already been too long for it to matter anyways." She start again after a slight pause, her eyes shifing from my soul to a man made of fire waiting behind her, the person responsible for this whole thing.

"It's only fair after what my subordinate did to mess up your current one." The man of fire slightly flinch at those words, hunching himself a little more while shuffling his feet maybe out of habit as he watches us both in silence, waiting for what comes next.

"However, to do so I need you to give me a 'payment' of sorts. I'm a demon after all but I'm not cruel one, so I won't take or bind your soul to me."

"Then what can I pay you with?" I finally speak up, a strange mix of hope, fear and anticipation laced my voice.

"You said you worked as a cook back in your world right?" The Succubus tilted her head to the left as she says those words. A smile seems to form in her eyes. "I think that will work just fine for your payment."

When May though her day could not get any worse after getting fired for something she did not do at her job, and most likely is going to pay dearly for if her lousy boss had anything to say about it, she's accidently killed and summoned by some demon man made out of pure fire, which puts both her and the demon in a bit of a pickel to say the least. But hey at least the leader of the demon who summoned her is, somewhat, resonable and is willing to give her a second chance at life again.

But like the old saying goes "Never make a deal with the devil" and May may have taken more than she can bite by becoming the cook and tavern owner at a frontline city near the border where the Demon Lord is waging war against the mortals, catering to his army just so she can live again and do what she loves the most. But at least she's not alone in this, that fire demon that summoned her has to help her as part of his punsihment.

"Aithne! Keep the fire roaring! These shiskkebabs aren't gonna cook themself!"

"This is not what a high ranked Palretrhee like me should be doing!" The demon of fire shouts in indignation, even though he is already turing up the heat on his body to keep the the giant grills going.