A/N: Yes, hello, would you like 2660 words of word vomit for a demon au that no one asked for? Of course not, but here it is! Dedicated to @spheri just because.
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You always had to mentally prepare yourself for days whenever you had to visit the Citadel for work. Honestly, you suspected that people relied on you because they thought you were fearless. Of course, that wasn’t the case. You were human, waltzing into a den of demons—there was fear, but you weren’t about to let it get in the way of your work.
The car had dropped you off at the front gate where you went through the check-in process, handing over all your identification documents and pinning a badge to your front pocket, fully visible to anyone you passed. You made sure it was pinned properly; it was the only thing that was protecting you. As far as you knew to your eyes it looked like a badge, but to a demon, it was meant to a warning beacon, ‘this is one is to be unscathed’, but you felt like it was more, ‘this one is meant to be important and therefore likely more fun to play with’.
Toad's Cave 