Hell’s Ethics Pt 1

The gates opened with a creak, allowing the small blonde reporter and her crew to enter into the Underworld's foyer. Inside, they were met with a pleasantly lit and comfortably air-conditioned lobby. At the front counter perched two female receptionists, both very professional in appearance, but neither particularly striking in any other way. One was a short, fairly round demoness and the other was taller and had a more athletic build.

 The reporter looked around in wonder and approached the counter with a puzzled look on her face.

"May I help you, miss?" The shorter demoness asked politely.

"Well, I'm just not sure I'm at the right place... Is this...?"

"Hell? Reception for visitors and guests. Is that what you were looking for?"

The reporter glanced back at her small team that consisted of a camera man and her young, very male assistant. They looked just as lost as she felt.

"Yes, I believe it is, I just... I just expected more..."

"Heat?" The demoness finished for her with an amused smile. "Fire? Smoke? Maybe some screaming?"

"Well, yes!" The reporter exclaimed. "This doesn't look or feel like Hell! It's more like the lobby of an old yet high dollar hotel!"

"That's because this is the visitor's entrance. Well, visitors and solicitors... A few guests."

The reporter shook her blonde hair out of her eyes and held her hand out.

"I'm sorry, I'm being impolite. My name is Zika Tiny. I'm a reporter with the Peanut Gallery, where our opinion means nothing to anyone and most of the news we deliver is gossip and hearsay. I'm here because my annoying voice finally got on your boss's last nerve and he gave me the go ahead to come on down and do a report."

"Is that so? Well you must be quite annoying indeed. He never allows reporters down here."

"You have no idea! Yeah, my boss wants me to find out how it is that this horrifying joint gets the award for best work ethics every year. It is run by the Prince of Darkness and the business is the torture of the damned, after all. Our organization is curious as to how there can be such high work ethics in such a place."

The taller demoness reached over and pressed a big, red and gold button. "The reporter is here. The one from the network you can't trust a word out of... ... Okay, I'll bring her up."

She hopped down from her perch on the tall stool and Miss Tiny noticed her quickly curl her tail up under her skirt.

"Follow me, Miss." 

Read part 2 posted directly after I post this one...