Sweat drips down your forhead. You gaze out the office window and stare down into the lava lake. Its a hot day in Hell.

You worked as a tax filer in Sin Inc, Satans very own office. The food was discusting, and the boss was even worse, but at least it paid well, right?

You were minding your buisness, when your friend, Nate came along. He was the Chefs assistant, and was the one in charge of the shitty meals.

"Hey, guess what I got?" He grins beneath his mask pointing up at a Cherub that had its foot chained to his horn. "I named him Nugget. Pretty cool, huh?"