Antiquarian and rare books.
It was a truly remarkable bookshop.
What made it remarkable, specifically, was that its owner seemed to be a major landlord who cared little about money.
Several of the shops surrounding the bookshop belonged to him.
That Record Store, that Coffee Shop.
With so many shops supporting him, the owner had no concern for profits. He simply used the bookshop to house his precious antique books.
You could even find unique copies of Shakespeare's works here.
No one knew that this bookshop belonged to an angel.
An angel stationed in the human world, no less.
An angel and a demon sharing dinner was probably a sight no one would imagine.
Only, the drinks that evening had left a bitter taste.
The end of the world was coming.
The son of Satan would usher in the judgment.
The demon returned to his office in the human world.
Bad news arrived.
"My office burned down?" The demon's eyes widened behind his sunglasses.
He nearly laughed aloud. Now he had even more reason not to return to Hell.
How could that cramped Hell compare to the freedom and ease of the human world?
The Demon Duke opposite him looked rather worse for wear.
"A wizard burned down Hell's facilities."
The demon could hardly imagine what sort of lunatic would run wild in Hell.
More frightening still, Satan himself had banished the culprit.
Even Beelzebub, Hell's second-in-command, had been caught off guard.
Still, Hell had not come away empty-handed. They had captured that fellow's servant.
An unhatched Dragon Egg.
They thought they could use the Dragon Egg to lure the wizard out.
The problem was that Satan had banished him to the human world, and they could not currently locate him.
So they had thought of the demon stationed in