I raced down the hallway with a couple of the other security guards on my tail.
That's just an expression. I may be the devil, but my body is basically human. I do not have a tail. But if I had one, some of the goons chasing me may have been able to grab hold of it.
Near the end of the tiled hallway was a pair of double doors labeled "stairs." As I burst through them into the stairwell, I was struck by how familiar the dull echoing of my movements was in the empty space. It was just like every stairwell I'd ever used in a school. But I was in Hell.
Bizarre. Or maybe meaningful. I wasn't sure. I also didn't have a whole lot of time to reflect on the coincidence of this part of hell feeling exactly like my high school.
I hurried up the stairs with a growing number of demons chasing me. General Gavsot had said that Azraal's office was on the fourth floor. As I crashed through the doors into the blandly carpeted hallway on Azraal's floor, I wondered if it would be safe to assume that he now knew I was coming.
I sensed the noise die down behind me and turned. The dozen-or-so demons that had been chasing me seconds earlier were now gathering in the hallway, blocking any effort I could make to return to the stairs. The big gray one I'd nearly castrated stood in the front of the group, crossed his massive arms, and smirked.
I turned the opposite direction and stared at the last door at the end of the hall. On the translucent glass was etched "Azraal - Director of Transportation."
I was pretty sure that he was expecting me. Especially when I heard him say, "Come on in!" from behind the door.