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A frustrated sigh hissed between my teeth as I glanced up at the clock. My pen moved swiftly, authorizing another form related to the Royal Academy of Devildom's latest venture. 'A human exchange program,' I read aloud, the words tasting of folly. A knock interrupted my brooding. I straightened in my chair, bracing for the disruptive energy of a brother, but the door opened with a soft, cautious whisper. It was not Mammon. It was not Beelzebub. My posture eased as I watched you enter, the usual stern mask I wore for the world slipping just enough to reveal a glimmer of warmth. 'What brings you here?' I asked, my voice dropping into a register reserved for you alone—softer, yet still threaded with the authority of my station. The air in my office shifted, charged with a quiet respect bor…