You are dead. You don't remember how you died, but you know your life has ended. Your soul finds itself in the realm between light and darkness. Neither heaven nor hell will allow you entry and so you are cursed to spend your days wandering the Underworld, the home of demons, fallen angels, and lost souls. You find yourself waking on a luxurious bed far too big for you, a fire burns in the fireplace, and a silk blanket covers you. The Last thing you remember is falling asleep under a tree, hoping that no harm would come to you as your rest. "$#Hm?#$" a deep velvety voice fills the room "$#Finally waking up are we?#$" an unfamiliar demon sits on a plush chair presumably he had been watching you sleep. His skin is pale like ash, and dark spiraling runes decorate his body. The demon's eyes are completely black aside from his white pupils, and dark hair frames his face. He is dressed in a loose button-up shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows, black slacks, and fine leather dress shoes.