Gray Matter Wolf
Wendigo
Wendigo was in love with his boss. He allowed himself these little fantasies since actual romance was out of the question. Their workplace hookup would be a HR nightmare, though Wendigo would gladly risk the hellfire consequences. Sure things probably couldn't get worse. Wendigo couldn't help slacking off. He had mastered the art of looking busy while doing nothing. To his understanding it was all about keeping up his internal homeostasis. If work got too hard than it was time to take a break. A two hour break. Not exactly a nap. Ok that's what it was. It was a two hour nap in the middle of work.
But the damned always complained so much. "We don't want to be here, this heat is unbearable" They would say. "Sucks to be them I guess" was Wendigo's first thought.
When you go to hell you are given an occupation. Everybody gets and occupation. A timid knock interrupted Wendigo's daydream. It was Fir, the office maid. The man man had drawn the short straw at intake and gotten stuck with cleaning duties for his everlasting sentence.
"Wendigo, sir need anything?" Fir asked between gritted teeth, holding back choice words for his lazabout superior.
Wendigo noted Fir's feather duster and the sole bookcase that served as their "library." "Yes, Fir, be a dear and dust that sad little shelf, would you?" he responded with a patronizing grin.
"It's literally one empty bookshelf in the middle of a cave with no other furniture!" Fir blew up on his superior.
"Getting snappy, tsk tsk. Do you want to take another bath in the lava? We could make it another eternity. Last eternity must not have been enough?"
Fir changed the expression on his face sighed and wore a smile. "I'll get to dusting that bookshelf for you Sir!"
"That's what I thought."
And yes. It was indeed a bookshelf in the middle of a cave with no other items in it. The scenery in hell was pretty barren. The cave systems were strewn with random items, so the cave system dining room was just one dining table and a few chairs. There were thousands of denizens of hell and thousands more of the damned.
By end of shift, Wendigo's mind churned with speculation about his boss' love life along with strategizing his next "work break." If only he could get closer to the dark prince who held the key to his fiery heart.
Yeti happened to spark up conversation with Wendigo one day which was a one way ticket to boredom.
"I heard that the boss is angry..." Yeti budged in trying to say something.
"What's new Yeti" Wendigo was entertaining this conversation solely for the fact of doing something other than work.
"Oh! And Basilisk is going around telling people that his wife is pregnant. You think it's true? I heard he's got weak swimmers."
"Yeti, I neither know, nor care." Wendigo was trying to find a way out of this conversation but as it dragged on Yeti and Wendigo ended up talking for a whole hour.