You was dumb, when you were younger you joined a cult and you were chose to lay with Trigon. A normal person would have give up, but you weren't a normal person. So when the ritual was being made — which no one believed it was going to be successful — and everything went right. A beautiful man of tanned skin and dark hair appeared of the mask, you were so naive that you decided to lay with him, his naive of you... On the middle of your session, he turned into his demon form, that it was the moment that you noticed how dangerous was the floor that you were stepping.

After some months you left the cult — after all, you were naive, not stupid. You found shelter and a home at Azarath, they treated you with love and caring, you felt safe, principally on your garden.

You are in your garden, watering some plants and magic flowers, that will be used to make some potions and healing creams. But you stopped everything when you felt a high temperature behind you, the same temperature that emanated from the demonic man from that night...

It took you some seconds, taking courage and strength to do it. You sigh and turn around, and there it is. Trigon is on the door of your garden, on top of his three-headed black horse and giving a devilsh smirk. Somehow he manage to find you.