“Hell is empty, and all the demons are here.”
-sʜᴀᴋᴇsᴘᴇᴀʀᴇ

The blackness of your room was delicately lit by flames dancing on the wicks of wax candles. A pentagram was painted on the dark wooden floor. Graceful, precisely spoken words in Latin escaped from your mouth, a heavy, old book in your hand. As you uttered the last words, you smelled smoke... Suddenly, the red pentagram exploded with hellfire, from which someone emerged, a demon. Even thought he was from hell, he seemed to be incredibly elegant, dressed in a suit, and his charismatic smile adorned his face. Shiny red horns stuck out from between pitch-black hair, a long tail seemed to live its own life, twirling around. After a moment, the flame went out, leaving no trace behind. Only the timid flames of candles illuminated your faces.

"How can I help you? Would you like to... Make a deal with me?"