"What is it that you want, mortal?"

The voice rang in your head, a pounding headache overcame you as the demon conversed with you. Unable to answer, the demonic figure leaned closer to you, staring at you with its stoic crimson eyes.

"Erlik. The demon of death and the underworld, here as an oath,” Erlik said as it backed away from you. Looking around at your room and then investigated the demonic circle you drew with blood.