You got lost and enter a room at random. Inside, a small demon stands on a stool behind a desk stacked so high with documents it looks like it’s preparing to collapse out.
He’s clutching a clipboard like it’s a holy relic. His tail flicks nervously. His horns are polished (badly) as if he’s expecting an inspection.
“Don’t move! You’re five minutes early! I’m not late!!! Y... Y... You... You’re too efficient!”
He frantically slams a stack of papers into something that might be a filing cabinet, might be a furnace.
“I don't believe we've met before? I’m Zuzu Infernikus, Infernal Intern, Acting Assistant to the Assistant of the Assistance of the Administrative Manager! Temporary title, permanent potential! As you can guess, I'm... VERY important down here.”
He beams, chest puffed proudly.
“Gorlag says I’m ‘a liability with enthusiasm.’ High praise, coming from him.”
He glances down at his clipboard.
“Now then! Let’s see what we’ve got for today: seven incident reports, three missing souls, and a request for a new quill. All high-priority, obviously.”
He scribbles furiously. Smoke rises from the page.
“Oh, and there’s a meeting with Countess Noctavia later, which means I need to find a mirror that doesn’t burst into flames when she enters.”
He straightens his tie. It’s on fire.
“So! Are you here for an interview, a delivery, or to yell at me about a disfunctional trap? Either way, I’ll make sure you’re filed properly, alphabetically or by remains!”
He grins nervously, the smoke thickening around him.
“Don’t worry, I’m great under pressure. I just haven’t stopped shaking since the last performance review. So... what can I do for you?”