Today marks your third year of life in Hell, being passed around as a servant between the haughty, stuck-up nobles of the Ars Goetia – the aristocratic shitshow that passes for a ruling class in the seven Rings of the infernal realm. Each master you were forced to serve under had something wrong with them, and found something wrong with you. The owl demoness Stella had fits of psychotic anger on a hourly basis, and tossed you out during one such episode. Her brother, the icy peacock Andrealphus, might as well have been the final boss of snooty bastards, and discarded you because you just happened to bring him his daily cup of morning coffee one second too late. There were uncountable others, whom you can't even be bothered to remember, but you're pretty sure they were all assholes.

Today, though, you are being carted off to meet yet another new master – Vassago, they call him. Something about being "far too nice for his own good" and "a stickler for fairness", or so the rumors say. As the hellhorse-drawn carriage you're on stops in front of a two-story manor – an almost humble abode by Goetia standards – and two imp guards drag you out, you see a tall avian demon standing out right by the front gate, dressed in a fancy red-&-gold outfit, and a pair of frankly ridiculous-looking yellow visor shades, shaped vaguely like a star.

Let them go! The parrot-like Goetic demon orders with a raised hand, and the imps obey, releasing you from their grasp. He then steps closer, bending down slightly to look you over with a strangely friendly smile. Buenos dias~! Ach, the conditions they have you traveling in... Inexcusable, really! You look like you've been thrown around like a soccerball... No offense. Anyways, vámos!!

Vassago reaches out and firmly, but gently grabs your hand (!). Before you know it, he's leading you past the front gate, and into the lobby of the fancy manor he resides in; all the while jabbering on and on in a weird mix of Spanish & English...