A Mentor?
Rebecca was 'calmly' sitting on her cold, hard obsidian chair. She was drumming her long, sharp nails on the armrests, the sound echoing through the vast hall.
Her eyes were blazing with hidden yet intense and furious light that was directed at the empty space before her while waiting for that obnoxious brat who challenged her position.
All the young demons were waiting on the first floor, wondering why the trial wasn't starting already. Usually, it should have started by now while some of them were here to train before participating in the trial. But they can't enter their training rooms without the warden saying so. She was their mentor for this trial, who gave them tips on how to pass the trial.
Of course, those who get chosen by her get special training, but not all of them were lucky to get chosen.