Though he loved mankind, he feared them as well. This was their land, and he walked upon it without invitation. A stranger. He was many wonderful things, but he was not human.
Oh, Azazel. Oh, angel. Oh, love. Weep.
Concept: a temping/job placement agency specifically founded to help people who are having trouble finding employment due to supernatural interference in their lives.
“I’ve been held captive in a fairy mound for the past seven years, so not only is there a gap in my resume but my coding knowledge is way out of date now.”
“I’m under a curse from the bog witch and I can only work during daylight hours because at sunset I turn into an alligator.”
“I’m a statue who was brought to life by a love goddess last week and I’m not entirely sure what a ‘job’ is but I’m told that I need one?”
I’m a traveller between universes and I appear to be stuck here for a while. I heard this world has “jobs” which is apparently a thing that I need?
“It turns out I have no idea how to actually make shoes without elves doing most of the work overnight. Is there some kind of remedial class I can take?”
“I’m a swan most of the time, I’m looking for a job in security where no one will ask questions about what form I run tresspassers off in.”
being a college student is so primal. Like a wolf roaming the tundra, my only thought is of my next meal. Unlike a wolf roaming the tundra, I have an analytical essay due next week
