The demon at the reception area of Hell fumbled nervously. He ran through the forums in his claws, read the answers multiple times and flicked his tail back and forth. He cleared his throat and looked at the disgruntled soul that stood in front of him.
"Mr. Thomas, I am extremely sorry but I can't let you go into hell."
"Why not? Heaven sent me here, so I must be here! That idiot feather bag at the entrance said I'm a sinner!"
"Well, yes. You have quite an impressive record of sins and all, but you see, sir, this is the issue, you're too evil for Hell," the demon gave a nervous laugh.
"Excuse me?" Thomas gaped. His ghostly figure twitched and he balled his fists. "What do you mean too evil? I thought you have seven layers of hell!"
"Nine, actually," the demon corrected. "I'm afraid you're overqualified for the pits we have, sir," he fumbled with his hands and dug through the papers retrieving a pile of brochures that he held out to Thomas. "You can, however, apply for the jobs we have?