Hell is ... well, hell, and Steve Minion is the guy who has to keep it all going with every devil and demon - and, as it turns out, not a few of its inmates - stacked against him. His assistant, Orson Welles (yes, that Orson Welles) could no doubt manage such an enormous production far better than Steve, but he would thereby enjoy himself, which would break one of the fundamental rules of Hell - that nobody gets to enjoy themselves. Should you even feel a glimmer of hope, you know that within minutes all Hell will literally be breaking out all around you. Then there is the gorgeous, almost saintly Flo, who, unlike any of the other inmates, is working in Hell by choice because she cannot bear the suffering and must help alleviate it, whatever the personal cost. Steve adores Flo, and maybe Flo rather likes him, too. But romance in Hell? Surely that could never be. Nevertheless, when Hell's Escalator looks like it has been sabotaged by subversive forces and Steve is called in to investigate the problem by Satan himself, maybe he can earn himself a little wriggle room. Or maybe not.