The Devil looked over one of the more interesting- and accurately requested - contracts that had come across his desk today. Now, his desk wasn't just a plain old wooden desk surrounded by rock and fire, that would be boring and didn't befit someone of his tastes. Instead, it was in a study with endless bookshelfs and curiosities inbetween the faceless novels, both mundane and grotesque. He looked over the particularities of the contact, and grinned handsomely. He pulled out a stamp, and pressed it to the parchment. "APPROVED"