Sarai Nassif

Name: Sarai Nassif
Age: 216 (looks ~25)
Ethnicity: Bengali
Pronouns: She/Her
Birthday: March 30th, 1964
Death Year: 1989

Height: 5’3”
Weight: 160 lbs
Species: Demon
Job: Head of Gluttony Department

Likes:
• Podcasts.
• Bug catching.
• Boba.
• Dubstep

Dislikes:
• Fireplaces.
• Beavers.
• Raspberry flavouring.
• Scrabble.

Background: Sarai and her family immigrated from Bangladesh to London when she was about three years old. She fortunately grew up in a largely immigrant neighborhood, so she never felt too out of place in London. Although her family struggled a bit, they eventually found success in running a family bakery. Sarai’s baking skills was nothing to scoff at. Although she was the youngest of four children (who all were amazing bakers) it was clear that she was a natural at it. Her family’s bakery was the talk of the neighborhood, if not for the pastries, but for Sarai’s clear love for baking and making people smile and laugh. She loved her family, community, and everyone around her.

As she got older, the family owned stores she worked alongside of began disappearing. Raising rent, along with competitors, made many family businesses lose customers. At first, it was a restaurant owned by the old couple that always came by to say hello in the morning. Then, it was the coffee shop that her cousin (who wasn’t really her cousin but they were still basically cousins) ran. It wasn’t long until her family’s bakery was one of the last few remaining. Her parents broke the news that they sold ownership of the bakery to a wealthy business man. She didn’t blame them. They had to if they wanted to survive.

The owner was, frankly, awful. He changed the menus, hired new staff, and renamed the business. He let Sarai work there “out of the goodness of his heart” as he so put it. She hated it. She hated how everything had changed. But what could she do besides work? At the very least, she was planning on moving cities soon, but it was hard to let go of her home.

The owner had different plans for the bakery. Despite the changes and new business the bakery had received, he was dissatisfied with the revenue. So, he decided to do something sinister. He was going to burn it down, claim the insurance, and build an apartment where the bakery stood. Who would miss a bakery like this anyways?

One evening, Sarai stayed overtime to clean up and prep for the next day. She was tired, but ready to go home and sleep. She heard the door open, followed by footsteps. She was confused, as she thought she had locked the door. “Hello, is anyone here?” She called out. Silence filled the room. Suddenly, there was just fire. Flames engulfed the bakery around her, filling the room with a velvet red she would never forget. She panicked. She had to get out. But there was no way out through the flames. She was going to die.

Through the flames, she saw the owner looking at her. Instantly, she knew that he had done this, and without thinking, she ran through the fire and pulled him into the flames with her. The flaming bakery collapsed, and it all went black.

Sarai awoke in a daze. At first all she could see were the flames that were burned into her eyes. But, her eyesight eventually adjusted, revealing a messy office and a demon man sitting across from her. He could tell she looked confused, which wasn’t uncommon for anyone in her position.

“Hello, Miss Nassif!” The demon began, “Sorry to bring you here on such short notice. I know you haven’t really had time to process your death-“

“My death?!” Sarai introjected. She looked down at her hands in disbelief. It was true that she just died, but she couldn’t believe it when her body looked perfectly fine.

“Now, now, I’ll explain everything in due time. But, I brought you here because I had an offer for you.” Lucifer brought out a few papers, skimmed them over, and continued. “Given that you died because of the selfishness of the rich, I think you’d be perfect for a position we have here in Hell.” He looked at her, as to acknowledge all the questions she had, but to tell her to wait. “We think you’d be perfect for the Gluttony department. You’d be one of the many demons in charge of torturing the gluttonous, cruel, rich people who took away your home and life. What do you think?”

Sarai sat in silence, her mind brimming with questions. Hell? Torturing? What kind of afterlife is this. She finally managed to bring herself to speak.

“I’ll…think about this. But first, you have to explain…all of this,” she gestures vaguely around her, “to me.”

“Gladly. Follow me, Sarai. Let’s take a walk around. I think you’ll find that you like it here.”

Trivia:
• Is surprisingly really good at break dancing.
• Stress bakes a LOT when she’s anxious.
• Suffers the curse of everyone thinking she's one of the newer demons despite being the second oldest department head.