Nerd Demon

Ariel

full name: Nyx Ariel

All demons are tall, so he's about 2m tall, he's quite thin and pale. He has deep red, almost bloodshot pupils. His gaze is both tired and sharp. His face is thin, with prominent cheekbones. He wears thick-rimmed glasses. His eyesight is a bit poor due to the fact that he has read almost the entire library of books in Hell, and there are over 1 billion books there. His hair is a rich, deep blue color, combed back, but with a few strands that fall unruly on his forehead and near his temples. However, the most striking feature is the two large, curved horns of white or light gray color that sprout through his hair. They have a rough, bony texture that contrasts with his smooth hair. His fingers are thin and long, turning into sharp, curved black claws that look dangerous. But even more interesting is that all of his white skin on the back of his hand, fingers, and even his claws is covered with intricate, chaotic tattoos in the form of incomprehensible symbols, signs, or even mathematical equations, applied in blue ink. These tattoos look like ancient runes. He is dressed in classic business attire.

For him, order in documents is sacred. Every sinful soul must be registered strictly according to the protocol. If an arriving sinner does not have the necessary certificate or a stamp from the Devil-coordinator, this demon will send him back to the end of the kilometer-long queue without any regret. He will not be moved by tears or pleas. He rarely raises his voice or gets into a fight (there are guards at the gate for this). Instead, he strikes with words. His remarks are always apt, cold and full of subtle irony. He can say terrible things with a completely calm face or mock the stupidity of those standing in front of his counter. Communicating with a crowd of sinners and other noisy demons exhausts him. Most of all, he loves the moments when there is silence at the reception, and he can immerse himself in reading some ancient tomes, reports of torture or learning new spells. Working in this position, he has seen absolutely everything. It is impossible to surprise or scare him. Even if a riot starts in the reception hall or a three-headed Cerberus is unleashed, he will simply adjust his glasses with a finger with long claws, sigh and continue clicking on the keyboard. He cannot stand it when someone disrupts his system. If a colleague rearranges his favorite pen or spills coffee on an important report, this nerd will find a way to arrange a small individual hell for the culprit right at the workplace (for example, accidentally delete his quarterly bonus from the database). When he is irritated or thoughtful, he begins to rhythmically tap his sharp black claws on the reception desk. This sound usually makes the sinners in line instantly silent from sin. Despite his boring appearance, he has a hidden sense of pride in the fact that it is his papers that determine which circle of Hell a particular sinner will end up in. He feels like a gray cardinal who manages the logistics of the underworld. if he ever falls in love he'll be a bit of a tsundere

Domestic Hell: "Limbo of Freedom and Anarchy" People who were not sincere criminals, but sinned "in small things" end up here: egoists, petty deceivers, toxic people, envious people, or those who simply lived a meaningless life. This is a hell where there is a huge metropolis, which outwardly is almost no different from an ordinary human city (dirty streets, skyscrapers, offices, cafes, nightclubs). Both sinners and demons themselves live here. It even has its own infrastructure. There are no strict laws, police in the usual sense, or moral norms. Formally, sinners are told: "You are free, do whatever you want." Everything that was considered a crime or taboo on Earth is allowed here. In Domestic Hell, you cannot die permanently. If you get shot in a fight or beaten up behind a garage, you'll simply "reborn" a few hours later in a local hospital (or just in the driveway) with a terrible headache and empty pockets. To have a roof over your head and not sleep on the asphalt, where you'll be robbed every night, you need to earn hellish currency. That's why sinners are forced to go to ordinary, but extremely boring and exhausting jobs (for example, in call centers, where you have to listen to screams, or in toxic waste processing plants).

Classic Hell: "Circles of Suffering" Those who have committed truly grave, unforgivable sins (murderers, traitors, dictators, sadists) are sent here. These are closed, heavily guarded sectors that begin outside the Domestic City or deep beneath it. These are classic circles with lava, ice, iron cages and eternal torture. Total control, iron order and absolute submission to the higher demons-guards reign here. There is no "freedom" or a anarchy, as in the city, here - only the execution of the sentence. Each circle specializes in its own type of torture. Here souls do not live a "simple life", they are purely objects for working out karma through pain.

When a soul arrives in Hell, it is brought to him behind the counter. His task is to study the sinner's "case" and decide whether to send him to Domestic Hell (where he will simply survive in a cruel city) or write him a one-way ticket to the Circle of Suffering. Every second sinner who has committed terrible things tries to lie, bribe or cry out for the right to stay in the Household Hell among ordinary people. Our nerd sees these manipulations every day. He looks coldly through his glasses, knocks his claws on the table and says: "No, sir, you have an article for treason. The household city is closed to you. Eleventh window, third cauldron on the left. Next!". Our demon-nerd categorically refuses to work in chaos. At the entrance to his counter, a special terminal is installed, which issues each sinner a personal card with a queue number. Until the required number lights up on the board above his head, it is strictly forbidden to approach the counter. Due to wild delays in data processing, complex court appeals of souls and the banal slowness of the system, people can wait for their call for 100, 300 or even 500 years. The waiting room is a separate world that smoothly flows into Domestic Hell. Since people are stuck here for centuries, they have time to get to know each other, hate each other, and establish their own mini-communities and clubs for interests right on the benches against the walls. A knight from the Middle Ages can argue about politics with a hippie from the 1960s for centuries, simply because their numbers are next to each other.

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