The two towering demons left, leaving Job alone in an apartment that was built for beings far, far larger than he was now... And for a solid few...hours, Job just sat there, staring into space and trying to process what was happening.
So...lets go over the checklist here. He died, gone to hell, ended up tiny, got eaten by his new master's psycho wife and died again in a matter that was far, far more painful and slow than the first time, only to find out that no matter how many times he died he was just going to end up here again...
If not for the fact he was dead he might call this the worst day of his life...It takes about 5 hours for him to finally pull himself together and when he does he realizes something kinda important.
Moxxie had put him on the counter. He's, from his perspective, around 80 feet from the ground now. He's...stuck up here until they get back. Great. Just...just great.
Job finally starts taking a better look at his surroundings... All in all, a fairly decent apartment, though the red and black color scheme felt almost oppressive to him. Least looks like the place is a nice place to live. Not a penthouse or anything but nice enough, Moxxie and...Millie, he thinks her name was Millie, must make a decent bundle wherever they work...
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he catches his reflection in a glass pitcher holding some... strange flowers. And it sinks in just how much he changed.
The first thing he noticed was the suit. Dark blue bowtie, black suitcoat and pants...honestly what he was wearing was far nicer than anything he had ever owned. Its....weird. He's not sure he likes it.
Weirder still were the changes to his body. He, overall, looked somewhat Mouselike, blue fur, large rounded ears and a tail. But more striking was the pair of sharp, black and white striped horns poking out of his forehead, along with some other more demonic features, like his teeth being far sharper than one would expect or his tail ending in a fork...he looked like some kind of mix between a demon and a ra-