Witch Y/N: so, why did you apply for this position?
Demon Moon: Sun said there would be cash involved and the Fae loan sharks are after us again.
Demon Sun, placing his hand over Moon's mouth: my brother has such a terrible sense of humour, please ignore him. Here is my business card, starshine! We understand what an important task it is to be a witch's familiar. We are very qualified, name it and we can do it.
Y/N: your resume does seem impressive. May I have a demonstration of these abilities you have listed?
Sun, grinning as he waves his hand, conjuring dancing pumpkins and dapper skeletons playing jazz music: allow me to charm you with a whole array of spells, behold the infinity that I hold in the palm of my hand, none is a better conjurer than I! There are so many tricks up my sleeve! And a misplaced last notice for a car payment, please ignore that.
Y/N, giggling and watching him pick up all of his unpaid bills: a true infinity, indeed.
Moon, morphing into a mass of dark tendrils and endless eyes and teeth: unnamed graves silently whisper of my deeds, mortal souls of sinners wander the forgotten lands, slain by my hand. Shadows fear my presence and the unnamed realms had proclaimed me their king.
Y/N, smiling and reaching to gently pat the eldritch monster, making him purr: and a big boy like you is afraid of Fae loan sharks?
Moon, making a grumpy cat noise: you would be surprised what horrors they can do with a bit of salt and a rolled-up newspaper. And a flashlight, mind you!
Y/N, bursting out laughing: you are both hired.
Sun and Moon in unison, eyes wide in surprise: we are?
Y/N, winking at them: I could use some cute jesters to make me laugh, after all.
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