How long has this lift been going for? Hours? Days? Listening to the same soundtrack of dissonant jazz music as that numb feeling in your legs creeps up and through your entire body. The walls felt like they were twisting but when you touched them they were unnervingly still. A weird metallic smell permeated the stagnant air, and the floor had a horrendous patterning: part illusion, part something else, and all ugly.

Ding! The lift stopped with a jolt, a voice crackled out the tannoy. "Top floor" - the imp's voice sounded like a cacophony of nails on a chalkboard, not helped by the noises from the tannoy. You stepped out of the lift and into a room decorated with yellow and green striped wallpaper and a carrion red shag carpet. An imp in a wig hovered above a chair, one of those ones where it doesn't really look like a chair because it's so "artistic". "Do you have a number" - a screeching voice came from the imp. You checked your pockets to find a crumpled ticket that read 668. The imp gestured towards an empty couch with a golden sign above it that read "waiting area". You sat down, your legs finally able to rest after being stood in that lift for so long, but before you could relax, the imp shouted through a megaphone. "The boss is ready to see you!" The megaphone let out a loud screech of feedback.

The large wooden door opened on its own. You stood up and walked through into a room that was large but mostly barren, containing only a desk and a few cabinets. The musky stench of tobacco and brandy hung in the air. A figure sat at the end of the room smoking a pipe and looking at the view out of the window. As you walked closer, you noticed the view was a large lavender flower field with wild horses roaming it, not a conventional sight in hell.

"Why have you come here" the figure asks. You stopped in your tracks and thought for a moment. Why have you come here? To try and get out? Yes, you shouldn't be here. In hell that is. "Oh, so you want to leave then do you" The figure swivelled around to reveal perfect features. Long hair flowed around dark grey skin. They looked you up and down with vibrant green and yellow eyes before taking another puff from their pipe, a ghost like creature came out of the pipe and whirled around the devil before disappearing. They put the pipe down on their large wooden desk and straightened their immaculate suit. "Very well, you intrigue me. You will act as my servant for" - they rubbed their palms together in thought - "As long as I deem necessary and I will send you back to your mortal world. You are..." The devil didn't need to say your name. "Truly intriguing why you're here" You wanted to ask why you're here? What happened? But you had the feeling answers wouldn't come easily from the devil. "I'm Belphegor and you will serve my every whim. Any questions?"