"To recount, two angels died here."
"Precisely."
"And I assume that it lands me in a rather troublesome position?"
"Very astutely observed, yes." The devil raised his hands, palms facing Averie. "As an apology, please accept this gift from yours truly."
Suddenly, Averie's chest burned, and his eyes narrowed. "Another one?"
As he suspected, another P was etched on the skin over his chest.
"Is it really a gift if you so readily give it?"
"You wound me, friend. I have all the generosity in the world to offer some meaningless gift to a friend."
"What about our bet? It's reasonable to consider it a draw."
"No, no! You win, of course!" The devil waved his hand dismissively. "One of the qualifications for that award was service of ten years in the industry. That made you ineligible, yet you won the award. Hence, you won the bet."
"Hmm, that willingness is off-putting, don't you agree?"
