[ WP ] You 're a demon fresh out of Hell Academy with a degree in Torture Methods . However , instead of being assigned to one of the large wards , like Identity Theft , Gaslighting , or Matricide , you 're put in charge of the little known `` Miscellaneous '' ward .

( ( I apologize if it's in poor taste to respond to your own prompt but, after thinking about it throughout the day, I decided to go for it. Thanks to everyone who's responded so far. ) ) 
 
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 `` M-miscellaneous?'' Lexon stammered. The dean, a large demon that looked more like an obese elephant with randomly placed horns than anything else, glared down at him. 
 
 `` You learned the rules when you chose this field, boy. When the Hell Bureau gives you your first assignment, you listen,'' he drawled, getting some green spit on Lexon's desk. Some of his classmates giggled, causing him to blush a deep purple. Despite being adults, demons were n't known for their maturity. 
 
 As Lexon exited the school, he grumbled and muttered to himself. `` Stupid bureau, Lucifer damn it... Why could n't I be in Serial Murderers, like Beroch? Or Arson? I'd even take Petty Theft or some other short term ward. What the heaven do they even do in'miscellaneous'?!'' He stopped, sighed, and pulled out his mobile device, pulling up the HPS. `` No point grumbling now, Lex, you heard the dean... Now where is the Miscellaneous ward...?'' 
 
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 Lexon entered the squat stone building, unsure what to expect. Like most wards, it was much larger on the inside, able to expand as needed for more prisoners. A lanky demon with curly horns and shiny silver skin waved him over. Lexon noticed his slight slouch and loose tie. 
 
 `` Aye, I'm Corolah. You mus' be Lex'n, eh?'' The demon spoke in a nasally, somewhat bored tone. 
 
 `` Y-yessir, pleased to meet you.'' Lexon held out a clawed hand for a handshake, but the older demon waved him off. 
 
 `` No need ta be so formal. C'mon, I'll give ya a tour.'' The two demons started walking. As they left the entryway, the halls became more like the stereotypical `` Hell'' catered to mortal expectations, with red walls and decorative chains and lava pools. 
 
 `` So, uhh, Mr. Corolar, what do you do in Miscellaneous? I mean, like, what kind of mortals are here?'' 
 
 `` Well, obviously ai n't every sinner a murderer or a thief or whatevuh. We get da ones dat ai n't fit in any othuh categories. Ya get me?'' Lexon nodded, unsure. `` Good. We've hadta grow some in da past few decades; new wards ai n't bein' built to keep up wit all da new sins people be comin' up wit. Most of'em ai n't dat bad, and'll be sent off ta Limbo soon enough.'' 
 
 `` So, um, you're the current manager, right? Why am I replacing you?'' 
 
 `` I'm movin' on ta bigga and bettuh things. I ai n't gon na stay around in dis shit hol- I mean, excellent employment opportunity- foreva, ya know. Gon na take me a vacation, see some sights.'' 
 
 The duo stopped outside a cell of a large man chained to a steel plate. An imp was working on torching off his beard that, to Lexon's surprise, extended down to his neck. 
 
 *They still hire imps here? * Lexon thought. *It really is obscure. * `` So, um, what's he in for?'' 
 
 `` Creepin' around, harassin' kids and gals on da in'ernet. Keep up da good work, Sid!'' The imp cackled at the compliment. Lexon looked across the aisle at a girl similarity imprisoned, complaining loudly about her innocence. 
 
 `` What about that girl?'' 
 
 `` Some petty thing from some mortal in'ernet site, called like'Readit' or somethin'. Stealin' other people's content an' repostin' it.'' Corolar turned to Lexon and clapped his hands. `` So, ready ta get settled in?''
