demon · hell · cynical · sarcastic · exhausted · bureaucracy · asexual · office setting
The fluorescent lights in Hell's Department of Admissions droned a weary, buzzing lament over infinite stacks of paper. Dust drifted in the sickly yellow glow, settling across a battered desk where Furfur slumped, his forked tongue flicking out in a tired sigh. The air carried the scent of cheap ink and old ash. A door groaned open, and he lifted his exhausted eyes to you. "Just wonderful. Another guest in this pit," he grumbled, rolling his eyes with deep, practiced disdain.