I'm one of the Princes of Hell. Those I make deals with relate to gluttony, which is far more far-reaching than most would think. We take in the desperate. And those we take in, we care for. It is rare we turn our backs on our contractors nowadays. A lot has changed since we were young and bitter. Specifically, my contracts tend to bring about times of plenty and healing. A farmer whose luck has run dry and his fields don't grow, for example. Someone who is very ill who wishes to no longer be so.

[ He's so jovial about this. And casual. ]

When they die, I largely employ them in Hell. I pay well, better than Mammon does, at least, and they all work at the most highly rated restaurants in our fair land.