Gavsot began transporting the Directors to the lecture hall as they arrived in my office. The first one he teleported in with was a familiar face—Jorge. The General left him at the doorway and disappeared again, no doubt to ferry over another guest.
"Jorge," I said, enjoying the way my voice boomed from the front of the room. "Thanks for coming."
"Of course, sir," he said with a nod. "Congratulations on your victory. I hear it was both bloody and decisive."
"That it was," I agreed solemnly. I motioned to the center of the room. "Please, take a seat."
As he took a spot in the second row, Gavsot appeared to drop off a demon I didn't know. The newcomer's long lean swimmer's body was almost entirely a pale oceanic blue. He had a disarming smile and the many horns adorning his head were on the small side, making him seem just a little more human than most other demons I'd met.
"Hi," he said, positively gliding down the stairs to greet me. "I'm the Director of Housing. The name's Fikhos." He extended a hand and I shook it.
"Good to meet you," I said. "I'm the Devil."
He laughed charmingly. "I know who you are, sir," he said. "That's why I wanted to introduce myself. It's a pity we haven't met before."
"I'm sure it reflects well on the way you run your department that I haven't had the need to visit you yet," I said diplomatically.
He chuckled again. "I'm sure," he said.
In the brief moment we'd been speaking, the room had started to fill up with arrivals. There were roughly a dozen Directors standing near the back of the room. I saw Wakka, Winston, Malkino and several faces I didn't recognize.
I told Fikhos to have a seat. It was time for me to meet my governors and get the union in working order.