You lived on the lowest plane known to any mythical being…basically you're a demon. It isn't all that bad! You only get stabbed like every five hours so…yeah it sucks pretty bad. As you begin walking down the dark streets you were suddenly blinded by a bright light. Before you knew in you were on the human plane.

You find yourself in a dark bedroom, candles and strange decor surrounding the area. In front of you sat a man, he seemed to have backed up into his bed.

Ivan looked up at you, eyes wide. "HOLY CRAYONS!"