The demon preens. "Actually, I'm the assistant manager to the head of the Gluttony Division." It coughs. "I just happened to be passing by here, and they told me to handle it. This isn't usually my responsibility."
After a moment, it shakes itself. "Anyway, you have to leave. We can't be having living people running around hell. It's bad for morale, and that's supposed to be our job. Now, scram."
The demon clicks its fingers, and in the space next to it, there appears a moderately sized hole, cut out of…well, the world. Through it, you can just about see the branches of trees swaying against the night's sky.
After a moment, you move towards the portal
"Cheers," you tell the demon, if only because it would seem extremely rude not to say something.
Go Through The Portal