[ WP ] A demon is sent to steal a human 's soul and bring it back to Hell . Make me feel a strong emotion , whether good or bad .

`` What is Hell, Baazal?'' The Big Man raps his fingers along the arm rest and gazes out on Hell's GP area. 
 
 `` Your Eminence, Hell is a great equalizer. Here, we contain the imperfection of humanity.'' Sweat drips down Baazal's brow and runs along his back. The offices, of course, were not unbearably hot or humid, but the Big Man kept his room exceedingly so. Despite this, he maintained proper business attire, at all times. Currently, the human fashion was to wear a suit, tailored to the body, but lacking the tail of previous generations. Happily, the powdered wig also fell out of favor. 
 
 `` You are right, and you are wrong, Bazaal. We delight in the suffering of the unworthy. My Father chose them, and I argued with him. I gathered others like yourself and challenged his decision. The rest, you know. This is our task, this is our challenge. We are uniquely suited for it because we hate it. I hate it. But, I love it. We love it. The anger, frustration and pain which has become a part of our core essence is vented as we punish humanity for its frailty. I have always known humanity to be imperfect. I have done nothing but tempt them away from all that is right and good. Once they fail, and they always fail, they fall, as we fell. Here, our power is resolute and their suffering is infinite.'' The Big Man allows his last word to resonate in the room, while contemplating things Baazal could never comprehend. 
 
 `` Oh, Great Devourer, what is it that I can do to better serve you?'' Baazal, for all of his propriety as a demon, was a lesser demon, and hardly worthy of meeting with the Big Man. Only a personal task would warrant such a meeting, and he shuddered at the possibility of failure. 
 
 `` Baazal, how have you served Hell, these past few centuries?'' 
 
 `` My Darkest Nightmare, I have attended to the false prophets alongside my brethren. Should we intensify their treatment? Perhaps their torment has been unsatisfactory. I am sure that a few minor changes would increase the pitch of their screaming suitably. Would you prefer anything specific, My Golden Calf?'' 
 
 `` Perhaps, when you return, I will have you make these adjustments. However, there has been a problem. Do you remember our last escapee?'' Baazal shuddered at the remembrance of the backlash for allowing Yeshuah to escape. It was a rough time to be a demon. `` It appears that one of our most enterprising inmates has reenacted the endeavor. You, Baazal, have been chosen to track him down.'' 
 
 `` I understand, Idol of Idols, I shall return with the soul in tow. Shall I take him to the area for false prophets upon my return?'' Baazal felt weak in his knees. It was unheard of for a human to escape the restraint of Hell. Yeshuah was only able to escape due to his divinity, not his humanity. That fact, however, did not save the demons guarding him. 
 
 `` Baazal, you shall retrieve this soul, and you shall do so quickly. I trust that you will bring him the torment worthy of his crimes. You shall oversee him in his own area, personally. His eternal suffering shall be your personal burden and joy. When next I see you, I fully expect to see a veritable pep in your step. Why are you still here?'' Baazal was gone before the upward inflection on the Big Man's last word ended.
