Gray Matter Wolf
Loch Ness
"Wendigo please stop" The Lord of hell tried to hide his erection from his associate. "You're making this awkward"
"What do you mean I'm making it awkward Sir?" Wendigo looked puzzled as he went over a list of orders that still needed to be tended to. "I said you're looking very attractive today. Like if I were a suitor I would be very attracted to you."
"Wendigo...shut up..."
"No really! Everybody's attracted to you Sir. It's not only me, and I think that you've been feeling down about yourself recently and I am VERY attracted to you so you shouldn't feel like that. Even though I know that my position here is very-"
"-Get out!" The Lord of Hell yelled.
"Yes-...Yes Sir..."
Lord Loch Ness sat in the cave alone. The fires that shot from the crevices always kept hell very hot. Only the damned could feel the heat although. Regular denizens of hell did not feel any of it. Honestly it was more homey than anything.
Lord Loch Ness was feeling down. He was definitely overworked. Having to officiate meetings and give sentence to the damned was draining. More often than not he had to cover up for his associates messes. Associates was maybe an unfitting term. It was more closely workers. Who were supposed to be "working" but sometimes they were to involved in interpersonal drama to get anything done.
"Lord Loch Ness what really do you do here other than boss us around?" Wendigo asked one day casually. "I mean I literally moved 300 loads of these bone piles by myself while Fir just stood and watched."
"I miss home" Fir stood unable to vocalize his true feelings. He was homesick but on the bright side Hyacinth had also made his way to hell. And yes. They were damned. And it was hot.
"I have to make sure that things run smoothly. You wouldn't understand since you weren't hired into this position. Wendigo"
"Well who hired you?" Wendigo looked directly into the eyes of the Lord of hell unwavering glaring. Although he didn't bare his teeth.
"I was hired by Earth. Who is a sentient creature that we currently reside in. "I am paid in blood."
"Oooooh blood play" Wendigo retorted.
"No" The lord of hell sighed. "The blood is what powers the magic that keeps hell too hot for the damned, but comfortable enough for the residents."
"Well what happens when you stop getting paid?" Fir asked.
Wendigo and Lord Loch Ness both turned to Fir and gave him a dissapointed expression. Clearly Fir could not read the room.