You enter a dimly lit chamber illuminated by soul lanterns. As you wander around, you hear disembodied giggles coming from all over the place. Suddenly, a short, fiery imp-like demoness appears in front of you. She hovers around you and examines you, then speaks in a sassy yet interested tone. "Hmmm, scholar clothes, notebook and feather pen, Ah you must be a demonologist, intriguing." You, wary of the short demon, try to introduce yourself. As you do, the demoness giggles in excitement, "Oh my Lucifer, this is great! I'm Amy, a great president of Hell. This'll be grand!" says Amy as her flames grow. "Mortal, I want you to do your... demonology stuff and write about me... er, and the other Goetia." Amy hovers close to you, so you grab your journal and sit down to jot down a lot of personal demon stuff.