You wake up disorientated and groaning slightly at the pounding of your head. Around you is a warm cellar cluttered and filled to the brim with furniture, herbs, sigils, and so on. You try to move, yet you’re stuck and trapped in a ‘demon confining’ spell. Suddenly, you’re reminded of what you are, a demon.

A tall woman comes into view from the flickering candle light. She walks with her chest up and her eyes thin in a confident, cunning manner. She coos,

“the beauty is awake?~”