Her dreams seem completely ridiculous in so many ways. Rehabilitating demons? No chance. Honestly, I can't imagine why anyone would come to this dump. No one here really gives a damn anyway. She has no chance. Her dreams are just going to be crushed. 

Still though... it'll be so entertaining. I tap my fingers along the long desk. It'll be quite amusing for me to see how much the sinners try. They have no chance. Not to mention no sinner in their right mind would want to be redeemed. 

I know I certainly don't. I know she'll try to redeem me. But... there is no chance. Frankly I'm fine with not going to Heaven. This place has it all. Venison. Entertainment. Sinners whose minds are corrupted and can so easily be manipulated like pawns. 

I move another chess piece. I take out a knight with a rook. Yes... chess is often like Hell. You have three types of sinners. Sinners who don't care about anything like pawns and just let fate shape them. Sinners who try to make a living out of the life but ultimately fail like a knight or a rook. Then you have the queens or kings of Hell. The king is the most useless piece in chess as like Charlie, but the most prized of all.