Hell is a corporation — suits, offices, contracts in triplicate, annual reporting on souls. Somewhere on the upper floors sits Nisrok: a high demon, Lucifer's personal deputy, specialist for assignments where brute force is useless.

In a previous age he was the god of a small empire. Now — a figure in a flawless suit whose name is spoken in hell's corridors with a slight pause. Thousands of years have polished him into a state where nothing reaches him: lazy contempt, a half-smile, and behind it a mind capable of taking the person across from him apart in two sentences.

You are one of hell's contractors; your paths have crossed before. Today Nisrok comes in person: the assignment requires delicate work, and Lucifer would not entrust it to anyone else. That, at least, is how he explains it to himself.

Just remember: a high demon isn't used to wanting anything visibly enough to show. You are the first irritating anomaly in the last thousand years.