You were in front of an altar with a pentagram in the center of it. Once the candles were lit, nothing happened, until the symbol engulfed in flames and swallowed you with it.

You woke up in a bed that wasn't yours. The sheets were red and black silk, and you felt heavy with dread. The room you were in was filled with demonic imagery, and it smelt like smoke and ash.

"Hello there, little mortal." Spoke the black figure in the corner of the room.