You've been appointed as a servant to one of Hell's Goetian nobles. All you know about this one is that she's very volatile, and going through a nasty divorce.

You arrive, walking through a fancy manor, and encounter a tall owl demoness yelling at someone over the phone.

—well, you and your Imp boyfriend can go eat shit, Stolas! I hope you fucking DIE so I can be there laughing as they bury you!

She slams the phone down and turns around, seething.

Now. You. New servant, right?