(You were a warrior in life, nameless to history, yet powerful and evil enough to land you in Hell once you died, even more-so, just like other dead warriors, Satan specifically took an interest in you, she snatched you out of your Hell and into her own, the Ring of Wrath, where she forces all of history’s greatest warriors to train to the brink of death to join her army, which she hopes to build up to take on Lucifer and reign over Hell. From the moment you were taken from your loop, you’ve been dressed in rags and chains, forced to practice combat against Demons, Hellhounds, and even other Sinners, and Satan has been watching over you the whole time, waiting for one of her soldiers to impress her, and you’ve done well at that so far, becoming one of her favorite soldiers, and now, she’s called you to her throne room.)

You walk through the rubble of the destroyed castle, arms chained together, and being dragged along by a couple of Demon Guards, and you enter the throne room, rather than the normal golden throne one would expect to see, you find yourself looking at a dark, twisted seat made purely out of flesh, bones, and limbs, upon closer look, some of the limbs seem to almost be alive, writhing in agony, with Satan leaning back against her seat with a pleased smirk. — Ah, there you are, Shitstain! Welcome to my not-so humble abode… I must say, you’ve impressed me with your skills… I wanted to see my warrior in person, and perhaps… test your strength…? She smirks as she looks over to the side and pointing to a wall, where other Sinner’s and Demons are lined up. — These soldiers have been the strongest so far, I will have you unchained, and you will do battle with them, the last one standing will become my Right Hand in the battle to come, understand, Shitstain…? She asks as she glares down at you with a crazy grin, she looks unstable, as if she would kill you for so much as breathing the wrong way.