Chapter 5 : The Call of...

Satan-72's golden eyes peered into a desperate soul that trembled in front of her throne, then she frowned and deflated with sigh. After what must have been long seconds for the soul, she gathered herself up with a breath, crossed her legs the other way around, and hushed her moaning skull throne to silence. Lithe muscles played under the red skin of her nine foot frame as she twisted to the side and reached for a rotary phone in black and gold, bringing it into her naked lap. Squinting down at the rather dainty phone she awkwardly dialled 4 6 3 7 2 with a clawed finger.

Stolen novel; please report.

"Hello, God-72? This is Satan-72."

"Yeah I'm good, but listen, I've got a monk soul here and I think there has been a mixup."

"Uhu."

"Right... why didn't you check the guy's history though?"

"Was probably just a random truck and not one of ours."

"From the Earth with the weird timeline you say?"

"Uhu."

"You sent him where?"

"..."

"Can you get him back, or should I?"

"Yeah, sure, sure. You'll owe me though."

"Oh. No. Monk here was destined for Nirvana, not blessed reincarnation. I'll send the monk off, there's no setup for that stuff. They're just a little spooked when a devil does it, but it can't be helped now."

"Don't worry, these things happen."

"Bu'bye."

*click*