Mer Curious was an ordinary individual. He woke up every day at 6 a.m. to go to work, and he came home at 6 p.m. At home, by his fireplace, he sat with a book in his hand that he finished before the cup of beverage he held was gone. Sometimes, he sat with the company of his mind, entertaining his eyes on the cracking cherry wood.
As I said, he was an ordinary individual, but what he did for a job, none of his friends would believe it if he were to tell them. The people at his job wouldn’t believe his home life either. Both sides had different expectations from anyone in his position, but he was happy not telling either side about the other. He liked his life as it was. He made enough to live what people call a decent life. He had a house that he could come to at night and he had a ride that took him where he needed to be. He never took any days off; he always went to work on time. His supervisor needed him as much as his recruiter and the people he helped did. He didn’t feel many feelings, he liked to think that he wasn’t given the ability to feel. This quality made him more unperturbed and a great fit for his job if anything. One was expected to be professional and cold-blooded in a job like his. Most days he worked the field but on the other ones, he needed to do some paperwork. He couldn’t decide which one of the two was the more laborious but he didn’t mind either of them. Working in the quarters of Hell had its challenges but they had at least put an air conditioner in his office last year. He didn’t complain before, the heat didn’t bother him, and he didn’t mind the coolness now. He had been doing this work for a few million years, ever since Cain had died. Mer had to do some yearly checkups in special places but other than that, Azrael, his supervisor, let him work with the old, near-forgotten, and quite famous customers. Azrael took care of the sorting of the newcomers; he never assigned his duty to anyone else. The oldest customers that Mer worked with were the oldest of the sinners. They didn’t have complicated sins. They were usually charged with simple and very clear reasons. On the contrary, the newcomers had built their whole lives on sins, not just thinking about sinning and committing one masterpiece of one. The sin was in every single crack in their lives. It had taken over them so casually and some hadn’t even felt anger once in their mortal lives. His favorite customers were these people, even as they were left apart from their skin continuously for thousands of years, they still rejected ever being sinners. Cain had confessed at the end of minute one. Loki hadn’t even gone that far.