Backbreaking Work

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Saiceles
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There was the throbbing again.

Not the kind she usually meant in her jokes, no. The throbbing in her brain was a different, difficult thing. Saiyuu wondered if every Demon had their own version of that. Generally she assumed so, at least. But even for a Demon, she was someone who had a hard time being idle. Maybe being a Priestess of a deity whose one of domains was "Madness" didn't help. When she became a Priestess, it wasn't easy. She had to work, naturally, but it was different from this. The vocation to the faith felt like a pair of gloves that should have always been there, and she was consistently considered a natural when it came to the Orphic Mysteries.

Perhaps not so much with the Godsmen however.

Her first week as a formal member of the faction was nothing but pure, back-breaking work. Consistent, repeated, like clockwork. That was how the Foundry ran. Like a perfectly logical, functional, stable structure, where everything worked as schedule and fit in like pieces of a puzzle.

She could only thing of a few curse words in Abyssal that might describe how much her nature hated it.

Yet, it was one of the things she had to overcome now. She had to improve, to change. The problem for her wasn't changing. Changing as a Demon came too easy. Being so chaotic made that simple. She could barely even predict what kind of mood she'd wake up for in the following day - to no small amount of frustration to her fiancee, Usi'dora. Dora was a saint, she thought. She seemed to go through all the ups and downs, the mood swings, the random shifts, her compulsions and many aspects that everyone tended to find irritating. Somehow Usi'dora was able to do all that and still remain in love with her, and still want to be with her.

She shook her head, waking up from the distraction just in time to pour another cauldron of molten metal down one of the foundry's machines. The heat bothered her little, and nothing short of the purest flames would hurt her, but there was a certain discomfort in doing all this by hand. Normally she relied on her magic, but here she couldn't exactly 'cheat' her way through everything. Even procrastinating was hard. So far her supervisor had found all of her hiding spots, and she could barely nap for a few minutes before having her attention called. Some expected her to fail, to be among the first of the most recent recruits to quit or be kicked out.

Repetitive work like in the Foundry was hard. She was a new arrival after all. Nobody would put her into the more complicated, unusual projects. Currently, most of her tasks involved crafting simple things, performing maintenance and repairs for those who required the Foundry's services, and lastly to work on large forging orders. Another thing that she wasn't used to. Saiyuu was plenty used to forging things she considered masterpieces. Unique weapons, armors, heavily specialized and enchanted and that cost a small fortune, but were worth every cent. Now? She was making farming tools for an order. Over and over. The same tools. As much as her compulsion wanted to make her change it somehow, she held. Tempting as it was, she had to go through this. It was hard to focus much on it. She wanted to make brilliant creations, not the kind of tool someone would find in a corner store. A small huff of irritation took her, and she went to check the blueprints for the aforementioned tools again. They wanted farming tools? She'd make them. Well, she had little way of venting, so she could throw her chaotic frustration into creativity.

They wanted farming tools? She'd make that bloody Foundry the best tools they had ever seen.

Days later, she thought that deviating from the indicated blueprint would get her scolded, would make her supervisor berate her somewhat. Instead, the supervisor seemed to observe the creations, taking a look of the quality. Each one was a relatively simple weapon, meant for common uses instead of the specialized Planeswalking projects she was used to. Yet, there was a shining quality to them that made them exceptional despite that quality. One could see some of these tools lasting for generations in the hands of the right families.

The supervisor might have thought of giving her a congratulations for an order well done, but the Succubus had long departed to try and steal another nap into one of the rafters.

She had plenty of potential, but there was lot of work to do.

Plus one could say it was somewhat humorous for the workers to wake up a sleeping Succubus with an air horn.
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