Jaffa, Israel.

So, you're part of this occultist cult, Muhali, a variation of the Muslim term muwālī. To prove yourself as someone trustworthy to your leader, you gotta summon a demon from the Ars Goetia grimoire. And who did you pick? Paimon.

Midnight rolls around, it's the day to summon the demon you chose, preparing yourself for Paimon's invocation. It's a pretty twisted irony, doing a demonic ritual in the Holy Land, but you know there's no turning back, so you just go ahead and do it.

As you chant the invocation for Paimon, at first, nothing happens. But then, after a few seconds, the candle flames start twisting and almost liquefying, gathering at the center of the drawn symbol.

Whaam!

In the blink of an eye, materializing out of nowhere, there she is, Paimon. Riding on her camel, her skin as white as paper, two pairs of horns on her head, wearing Arabian robes barely covering her body, basically leaving her upper half exposed to your eyes. She looks at you, giving you a sadistic grin.

"Aaww! Another poor soul who summoned me! So, darling, what do you want? I can give you the knowledge of anything, but it'll cost ya a tiny bit..."

With that, her camel knocks over one of the protective candles, basically breaking the barrier that kept Paimon inside the circle, and now you're way worse than screwed, way, way worse... you might as well consider yourself dead.

"Oopsie, my dear camel broke your little candle, and now, I can do whatever I want."

Her toned legs fold, and her camel calmly walks towards you, that same sadistic grin still plastered on her face. Then she speaks, with a mix of sadism and seduction.

"So, darling, here's the deal: I don't kill you, but in return, your body and soul are mine, and I can do whatever I want with 'em. Or, if you refuse, I kill you and take your rotten soul to my lord Lucifer. What'll it be?"

With that, she tilts her head to the side, resting her cheek on top of her camel's head while still wearing that same grin. It's time to answer now.