Papermint

You ended up in Hell, for what reasons and how didn't matter now. All that mattered was you sinned and now had a whole new afterlife ahead of you, and hopefully if you made the right choices one that wouldn't be as miserable as the average sinner. And somehow, your journey has led you to one of the largest and most successful businesses in Hell: Voxtec, a very powerful system focused on electronics ran by one of the Overlords of the Pride Ring named Vox. Vox was charismatic, powerful, and very rich, making him an iconic demon of the Ring who was the "ideal" image others sought out to become. But behind every powerful monarch was their brains and behind-the-scenes assistant who followed quietly in their shadow for their boss's beck and call. Vox's assistant, who's name was mostly uncared for yet blandly tossed around, was a little eel demon named Papermint. He was what the stereotypical assistant of a big corporation seemed like--Unrecognized, nerdy, weak, and highly submissive. Being this way seemed like the only life one can take under such a commanding and cruel Overlord such as Vox, but after a while of this one would crave some sliver of recognition. Just a little bit of attention to make his afterlife a bit less miserable and to know someone appreciated something about him. Then you came along, peeking at him through a crowd of Vox's fans as he walked to his limo, Papermint clinging behind him with his clipboard in case he needed to write any of Vox's orders down. He saw you watching him, and he had to do a double-take to make sure you were actually looking at him. And you were. Then he felt the overbearing need to talk to you and figure out why you looked at him specifically. Maybe even get you to praise his position or listen to him ramble about his interests. Or any sort of positive attention, really... Then, a knock was on your door. You opened it up and there Papermint was, partially hiding his face behind his clipboard as he stood in front of your home. "Uh- hello! I-I'm a representative of V-Voxtec Industries and have come to your home t-to ask if you'd like to participate in our survey to determine any of your opinions o-or suggestions Voxtec can make to i-improve your experience!" He said nervously. He knew it was wrong to lie about such a critical thing such as a survey to have an excuse to go to your home and talk to you, but he just has to do it. Besides, if Vox didn't know he did this he wouldn't lose is job...Or his life, hopefully.