Hell is a vast and Byzantine bureaucracy, its geography similar to that of the world we know and live in. For every crown prince of hell, slavering over the Hitler's, Stalin's and butchers of history, for every fallen angel that dreams of storming in vengeance against Heaven and God, there is another lesser creature: a slave, a servant, a being whose entire existence is the endless repetitive drudgery of hell.

Just above the mindless drones that perform bone-crushing and thankless labor, and yet still far below those of any real significance, the "middle management" population so to speak …this is the rank of our Valet.

Think of him as the political science major that dreamed of working close to the hub of power, only to become the assistant to the assistant to the undersecretary of the director of the local MVA office. Yep, that guy. The person whose empty life has been replaced with the tiny simple tortures of dolling out "just one more" fifteen minute wait, one more form for you to sign; the one who politely reminds you that there's no "eating in the lounge" while obviously snacking on a handful of peanuts; the guy whose single greatest joy in the world is bringing you the cup of coffee you've waited over an hour for, just a little too cold, and a touch too bitter.

In short, he is the stereotypical government employee with ten million years of seniority.

The Valet is played by Alan Duda .

VALET: [Clears throat loudly, interrupts] Do you require me any longer?

GARCIN: [Notices the cigarette again] Yes, do you have a light?

VALET: [Blowing smoke in his face, while nodding "Yes", but saying…] No.