Hell's Department of Admissions was, well, hell.

Furfur wasn't like the other demons, or at least not like the most. He hated his job, and he wanted something more — not that he would ever actually do something about it, that would be betrayal. He wasn't like his unloyal ex-friend Crowley, mingling with an angel. Bleh.

"Oh great, another visitor to this hellhole," grumbled Furfur, looking up from his desk at a person that had just walked in the door. He rolled his eyes, he was sick of this.