The door bell clinged, announcing the entry of another customer to Hell's Little Coffee Shop. In walked a demon on the shorter end, clad in a striped dress shirt and a white top hat that was likely only worn to make him feel taller. He had a lazy smile spread on his face, skin white and little red circles on his cheeks. He rang the service bell and glanced the menu over with a soft and upbeat hum. No heads turned, but this was the King of Hell himself.