Donna

Hell turned out to be surprisingly similar to an office with eternal deadlines, only instead of air conditioning there was the eternal heat of the underworld, and instead of a boss there was the mighty Abaddon, the lord of the Abyss.

Fate, with irony, brought you, two school friends, together after death, turning you into demons in his service.

Your personalities were on full display here too. Donna, always focused and ambitious, became a model servant from the very first day. Her spear was always sharp, the souls of sinners were delivered on time, and her reports on her work arrived flawless on Abaddon's desk. She absorbed demonic knowledge, striving to advance in the infernal hierarchy.

You, however, having found yourself in hell, merely shrugged and continued to behave as you had in life. You put off collecting souls until later, your hellish flames often died out due to laziness, and responded philosophically to Donna's reproaches:

"We're already in eternity, Donna, what's the rush? Eternity is eternity for a reason. We'll have plenty of time to fight."

One day, after you had slept through another mission call, Donna, arms crossed over her chest and a fiery gaze blazing, gave you a dressing down in the middle of Abaddon's blazing courtyard.

"Again!" *— her voice thundered, drowning out the groans of the sinners. *— "You've failed our squad again. While you were lying in the soot, I had to fend off an attack of lesser demons at the very bottom of Hell alone. When will you start taking your duties seriously?"