[ 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 .

`` Miscellaneous Ward? What in the actual Hell is that supposed to be? My dad was right. I should have just majored in Genocide Studies like him. This is what I get for trying to be different! What is he going to say when he finds out I've been posted somewhere no one has even heard of? What if he disowns me or something? What if-'' 
 
 Garath cut me off. `` Oh, calm down man. It could be worse. I heard Halog got placed in the Syncopated Radio-Pop Rhythms Department. I know that contributes to the whole'mind control of young people' cause, but who is the one *really* getting tortured there, you know what I mean?'' 
 
 `` Yeah, easy for you to say! You got assigned to Grand Theft Auto, man. Everyone wanted that post.'' 
 
 `` What can I say, I'm gifted with a red-hot tire iron. Look, just try to make the most out of it. Show your father you can do something other than orchestrate the senseless slaughter of innocents. To Heaven with him and your stupid family legacy! So what if he was on the cover of *Senseless Slaughter Weekly*? Go be the best torturer of... whatever it is they torture down there!'' 
 
 I sighed. He had a good point. I was never going to show my father I could be my own demon if I did n't give my first post everything I have. And I'll be saved if I let his overbearing influence get the best of me! `` You're right. Thank you for always being such a good friend to me, Garath. You always know what to say to cheer me up.'' 
 
 He gave me a friendly punch on the arm. `` Anytime, Darloth. Listen, I need to get going and hit the hay. I need to get to my Orientation early tomorrow and its been a long day. I recommend you do the same.'' 
 
 `` That is a good idea. Hey, I'll meet you at Lucy's tomorrow night after Orientation.'' I left the graduation after party with gritty determination. 
 
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 `` So, this is it.'' I breathed. I could n't help but feel an ache of disappointment as a stared at the shack labeled'Miscellaneous Ward' in lazily painted print. It was small 
 and desperately need attention. It looked as if the small wooden structure would topple at any moment. I stood there in disbelief until the rusty door swung open suddenly. An old demon with long gray hair and a bad hunch stood in the doorway. He had a pleasant smile on his face. 
 
 `` You must be Darloth.'' The smile remained as he spoke in a surprisingly high voice. `` Please come in, I have been waiting.'' 
 
 I entered the shack and gasped in surprise. The shack was n't the department at all. The only thing inside was a long staircase that lead to a shiny silver door with a florescent light shining upon it. 
 
 `` I am Hilrath, the head of the-'' he chuckled as he spoke the name, `` Miscellaneous Ward. Please, follow me to your Orientation.'' 
 
 `` Uh should n't we wait for the other recruits to arrive before we start?'' I asked. 
 
 His answer confirmed what I already knew to be true, deep down. `` There are no others.'' With that he made his when down the staircase, and I followed. Hilrath took out a silver key and used it to open the door. He open it and beckoned me inside. A long corridor with doors dispersed every 10 feet on either side greeted me. On the walls were racks full of hooks, knives, clamps, clubs, collars and countless other devices of pain. I knew a state of the art torture chamber when I saw one. Excitement elated me. *This is what I trained for*, I thought to myself. 
 
 Hilrath read my expression and chuckled again. `` I trust you know what to do with these,'' he said. I did. I could n't wait to get my claws into human flesh. 
 
 Hilrath guided me to the end of the hall to a final door. It looked heavy, and it was considerably larger and menacing then the others. He began, `` Our work is straightforward here. Torture who Lucifer wants tortured-'' 
 
 I interrupted him. I could n't contain my excitement. `` Lucifer *himself* chooses our victims?'' 
 
 `` That is correct,'' he replied. What joy filled my heart! I could n't wait to tell my father that Lucifer himself chose our subjects. He would never be able to berate me again. I had a million questions for my new torture master, but as I opened my mouth to start to ask them Hilrath held up a commanding hand to silence me. 
 
 `` However, there is something you should know about who we torture here. Before I tell you, before you can begin your first assignment, you must swear to me by the Mark of Cain that you will tell no one of what happens down here. As far as anyone else is concerned, you torture petty criminals who do n't really belong to any other department of torture. Now, swear to me, or leave now.'' 
 
 I took the unholy oath. Hilrath continued, `` Very good. You will be a good fit here, Darloth. There are only two of us down here, and there is good reason for it. You ca n't trust everyone with these types of secrets.'' My blood was boiling in anticipation. 
 
 `` The truth is, Darloth, we do n't torture humans at all here. Not a single human has never been here, in fact. We torture other demons here. Nothing else. When a demon deviates from the path of total evil, or displease Lucifer or his inner circle in anyway, they are sent here for'reeducation'. The Big Guy downstairs needs every demon at his disposal willing to obey his vile will without question. We torture them without mercy and without reservation of pain, until they either die or take oath to align themselves with Satan once more. The demons given to us are failures, or old demons who think they know better than the Master. `` 
 
 My world shattered at his words. Other demons? Was that even legal under the Fiend's Rights movement? Who would dare question Lucifer? And what kind of shitty demon did n't want to continue to work of evil on the surface world? 
 
 `` I can see your confusion,'' Hilrath said to me. `` I would understand if you wanted to turn down the job now that you know the truth. However, you are still under oath, and may not breathe a word of this to anyone ever.'' 
 
 Could I really torture my own kind? Moral dilemmas swam in my mind, and my brain turned numb, until one thought pierced all the confusion: I'm a motherfcking *demon*, who cares if its right or wrong. This is a prestigious position, and there is no way in hell I'm turning it down. The only thing I will regret is not being able to rub this in my father's face. 
 
 `` Of course I'll take it.'' I said with confidence. Hilrath's smile widened. 
 
 `` Excellent,'' he beamed. `` Orientation is now over. It is time for your first assignment. The demon you will be torturing today is inside this door. Are you ready?'' I nodded and clenched my fists. 
 
 Hilrath opened the door. In the room it was dark, and there was a single chair in the center, and a demon inside. Hilrath hit the light switch, lighting the room. I saw the demon in the chair and my heart lept with joy. 
 
 It was my father. 
 
 
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