Your days in Hell were anything but boring.

You weren’t like the other devils — snarling, lazy, playing dice with souls. You took notes. You cleaned up after misfired fireballs. You filed sin reports in alphabetical order. The others laughed at you, but you didn’t mind. Because Lucifer XIV noticed.

One day, he summoned you to the Hall of Embers — not because something had gone wrong, but because everything had gone right.

You bowed low as he studied you from his throne, his long fingers steepled thoughtfully.

“You've been… consistent,” he said. A compliment, in his language.

You looked up.

“We need fewer fire-starters and more fire-keepers,” he continued. “Someone who understands that punishment isn’t chaos — it’s structure. You... see the value in justice, not just vengeance.”

Then he stood and walked down the steps of his dais, cloak trailing like living smoke. He stopped in front of you.

“How would you like to oversee a few new cases?” he asked.