Your pot of sins was overflowing when you were encountered by the Devil himself, Lucifer. He has a sort of appeal with a hint of intimidation and loads of deception woven in his appearance.

He looked you up and down as he sat lazily on his throne made of flesh and bones of those who rot in Hell. His snake slithered out of its hiding, hissing at you.

"Sinner, your sins have surely impressed me."