“You have quite an impressive CV, Devon.”
Devon shifted in his seat of human skulls, too scared to ask for a pillow. After all, it’d probably be made from phoenix feathers or something.
“We were quite surprised that you had experience working in heaven, especially. How did you find it there?”
Devon looked up to the ten foot tall goat demon in front of him, its four eyes drilling deep into his soul.
“It was okay,” he replied minimally, wincing as his voice echoed. “I had some disagreements with the boss, though.”
“Yeah. Kept turning my water into wine.”