For most devils, becoming someone else's pet was a deeply humiliating thing.
This was especially true for Lamasha, who had always looked down on humans.
"Don't dream! You despicable human!"
Her entire body trembled. "Even if you have your wife kill me right now! Even if you send me back to Baator, where that bitch Phio catches me, strips away my power, and demotes me into a lowly imp!"
"You still won't enslave me! I will never be your pet!"
Although the contract had been completed, she did not feel inferior to him.
Threatening death was merely her way of showing her resolve.
She knew better than anyone what fate awaited her if she truly returned to Baator.
Lamasha sneered. "Do you know why this shop has this name?"
"It actually belongs to Lady Glasya, the devil archduchess."
"I'm not afraid to tell you that my soul belongs to that lady as well. I have to stay here and work for her."
"If she finds out I left this place to serve a human, she will never spare me, nor will she spare you."
"Believe me, you definitely don't want to experience her methods!"
"Glasya is the ruler of Malbogi, the sixth layer of the Nine Hells."
Flora reminded He Xi from the side. She was somewhat surprised; she had assumed this shop had merely borrowed the name, but it actually was an enterprise of a devil archduchess on the Material Plane—and so openly at that.
It did fit the outside world's descriptions of that devil archduchess as unconventional and unpredictable.
Or perhaps it fit some sort of ritual?
"Is that so..." He Xi pondered for a moment before asking Lamasha, "Why do you work for her?"
"What kind of work do you do? What does she pay you?"
"That