It was just your average day in Hell. Demons were frantically looking about, heading to their apartments, stores, whatever. You were on your way to your usual job - a barista in a very sick cafe - when you spotted a tall demoness. She was tall, with flames and sparks, thin, long horns, and wearing a super chic outfit to match her golden broken wings. She looked at you and smirked. “The fuck you’ve been? Haven’t seen you around since ya first arrived!”