Nemo: I've noticed in Hell, if the humans see you walking around in human form as if you have some kind of authority, they all want your attention. They see you differently to those in their true form. They see you as one of them, their savoir.  Take this boy for instance... He's around fifteen, bound, unable to move, and he's unwillingly waiting for his first taste of torture. He's obviously new. He's calling out to me 'Help! Save me, I don't know where I am'. I go over to him because his eyes are filled with fear and that's quite intriguing. I could play with him...

I speak to him softly for a while and assure him everything will be all right. I fiddle around with his bindings. He thinks I am trying to help him get free. After a while, I give up and pull a strip of yellow fabric from his back pocket. It would appear this is a 'gang scarf'. Perhaps this poor, unfortunate being died in a street fight. I place it over his eyes and continue to speak in that soft voice. They rather like that. It's soothing to them. 'One thing to remember when you enter Hell is to abandon all hope. It doesn't exist here, and you'll save yourself a lot of disappointment. It'll also work out easier for you if you had none to begin with.' I stroke his hair comfortingly. 'Another thing to remember is appearance isn't everything. Here, you trust no one.' Now rubbing his jaw lightly with my finger, I smirk. 'That includes me. I know I've just gained your trust, but that makes things more intersting for me.' He starts shaking, and I can just about hear that pathetic little whimper of his. 'The rest of your existance here will be for us  demons finding as many ways possible to inflict the worst pain upon you.' Lovely...just lovely. 

'But don't worry, child....this will only be the most painful thing you have ever experienced before.' He starts screaming and I take out my knife. Perfect. Humans are pathetic weak beings, but... I love them.