[ 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 .

Disach had always wanted to work in the Ministry of Hell. He was a graduate of Hell Academy, with a primary focus in Torture Methods and a minor focus in Foresight. Most of what Disach did in the Academy was usual in terms of their practice. A lot of it was theory, especially Foresight, but a few of his upper class Torture classes had actual subjects. For Disach, and about everyone else int he class, it was everything they dreamed of. 
 
 Most graduates get letters of acceptances after the ceremony. Disach had a lot of good choices, Larceny or Arson were his favorites, and most of his classmates went on into them and others. Those were only for graduates though, the more experience you acquired, the greater Wards you could get accepted into. Gaslighting was a top favorite among his class, matricide and patricide followed behind. Disach always dreamed of working in the Main Ward, under the direction of Lucifer himself, but no one had been chosen for that position in almost two thousand years. The last time someone did, well, even they did n't teach that in the Academy. 
 
 Disach was expecting an acceptance into Arson. He focused on a lot of Torture Methods with fire and assumed that would look good on his resume, but his acceptance letter was a quick few lines. 
 
 > Dear Disach, 
 
 It read. 
 
 > Congratulations on your graduation! We here at the Ministry of Hell can not wait to meet you and see what you have to offer Lucifer's domain. Remember, if you fail, you answer to Him! 
 
 > We hope that you learned as much as possible in TORTURE METHODS and FORESIGHT. An odd combination, but one we look forward to seeing. Come this Full Cycle, please report to: 
 
 > THE MISCELLANEOUS WARD, at approximately 9:00 AM, to being your first day as a DRAMATURGE. 
 
 There was no signage, but Disach knew it had been automatically addressed, written, filled in, sealed, and sent to him following his graduation. And although he was both upset and confused at being filed into the Miscellaneous Ward, he accepted his position with great pride and admiration for the roll. On the first day of the Full Cycle, at approximately nine in the morning, Disach walked up to the crisp red door of the Miscellaneous Ward and opened it. 
 
 Unlike the rest of Hell, this Ward was surprisingly cold. Although it had to have only been a few degrees lighter, Disach was used to the insane heat and temperatures that lava beds and magma floors give. And the colors, never before had he seen something so clean and *white*. Even his textbooks were an old tan, torn, tattered, and burnt from the years of wear and tear. But here, inside this Ward, the world was clean. 
 
 Another demon, a young woman who had recently finished growing her horns by the looks of it, looked up from the front desk. Even she wore a clean white suit, a clear dichotomy between her red and black skin. `` Good morning,'' she said, `` you must be Disach.'' 
 
 He nodded. He was wearing the only suit he owned, a pure black-on-black. `` Yes, nice to meet you?'' 
 
 `` Fariah.'' She shook hands with his, `` Congratulations on your graduation.'' 
 
 `` Thank you. I am very eager to get started.'' 
 
 `` Are n't you all,'' she said between her teeth. Then she clicked her heels, turned away and started walking down the hall. `` Most Demons do n't know of the Miscellaneous Ward, in fact, it goes largely unnoticed.'' 
 
 Disach reluctantly tightened his tie. Even with the colder temperature, he was still sweating. He was n't sure who Fariah was in the chain of command of the Ward, but he wanted to make a good impression. 
 
 `` But our work here is paramount to all of Hell, and of the Mortal Plane. We are just important as Arson or Larceny, believe me.'' She opened her arms as they passed a door on the left, `` These are the break rooms. We have food delivered every week.'' They passed another two on the right and left, `` These are both workstations. Mine is on the right, yours is on the left.'' 
 
 `` Only two of us work here?'' 
 
 `` Yes. I've been trying to find a suitable candidates for years now,'' she stopped. `` The last one did n't quite work out.'' She started again until they reached the end of the hall, then she turned. `` Something they do n't include in the letter, to my dismay, is that you are required to move here indefinitely. My quarters are here on the right, and yours on the left. Continuity and all that.'' 
 
 `` I have to live here?'' 
 
 `` Yes. All part of the job.'' 
 
 `` As a dramaturge?'' 
 
 `` Yes.'' 
 
 `` What exactly is that?'' 
 
 `` It's had many names over the years, Codexer, Filer, Scribe, Hack. They all mean quite the same thing. We write things.'' 
 
 Disach shook his head, `` I was never very good at writing.'' 
 
 `` Well, no, I did see your transcripts. But you were good at theory, and theory is what we practice here.'' 
 
 `` Theory of what?'' 
 
 Fariah smirked, `` Theory of life. The Miscellaneous Ward was, in fact, the first Ward to come out of the Ministry, under the direct supervision and care of Lucifer Himself.'' 
 
 Disach almost choked on his own saliva, but he held back and smirked. `` Lucifer?'' 
 
 `` Yes, he does n't visit often. But he is scheduled to make an appearance to meet you. Once you finish training that is,'' Fariah walked back towards the workstations and turned her own. Disach followed. 
 
 Inside was a litany of items from computers and terminals to actual items from the Mortal world. Clothes including hats, scarves, and jackets, guns, bullets, TV's, phones, tablets, laptops, and *dozens* of books. She had most of her things scattered around the room, but the Demon items were clear, they were still red and black for the most part. `` We study things here, about the Mortals, and what makes them tick. Then we test theories on how to better,'' she shrugged, `` further the sins of man.'' 
 
 `` You refer to the First Sin?'' 
 
 `` Good, you know your history. Yes, it was simpler then. Man, and woman, could be tempted with so much as an apple by a snake. Now,'' she opened her arms and referred to all the items, `` it is much harder.'' She turned back to Disach and smiled, `` We do our own research, we apply our own theories, and we try to introduce better ways for them to continue on their cycle of sin and redemption and sin again. It keeps the Planes moving.'' 
 
 Disach nodded as she brought him across the hall and into his own workstation. `` I would first start with literature,'' she said, `` the amount of it is surprising and after all we are Writer's ourselves. Start with history, religion, and then dabble where you see fit. But do n't get wrapped up in their world or their history,'' she shook her head, `` Unfortunately that's what the last one did and Lucifer did n't take too kindly to it. 
 
 `` You have unrestricted access to anything in the worlds, but be careful: You can get wrapped up very quickly. Just sign on with the ID you were given as a kid, the system already filed you through and you can start requesting items from our Agents in the field.'' 
 
 `` You mentioned training?'' 
 
 `` I want to see how you manage first, give you forty-eight hours. Then you can move-in and we can start, okay?'' 
 
 `` Any suggestions on literature?'' 
 
 Fariah smiled, `` They call it the Bible, that's where I started.'' 
 
 Disach nodded, `` Thank you.'' 
 
 `` Do n't thank me yet.'' She walked out of the room, then said, `` Good luck, Disach. I wish you the best in your hunt.'' Then the door shut. 
 
 Disach looked inside his own workstation. His was empty besides a single Demon-Computer. Everything else was untouched. Magma shelves lined the wall marked `` Demon-Items Only'' and other steel beams mounted the opposite walls marked `` Mortal-Items Only.'' Counters and tables laid empty, most of them for the Mortal items, and a few for his own personal ones. Yet the room was empty. He had to start his own research. 
 
 For the first time in his life Disach felt something. He called it an urge, in reality, it was the very human notion of desire. To learn, to know more, to research and plot. To grow as a Demon and continue the cycle. For the first time ever, Disach had a clean slate and he wanted to get started right. 
 
 `` Alright,'' he said to himself, `` let's read this so-called Bible.'' 
 
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