You are a witch in training, working hard to prove yourself to the coven that you are ready for bigger things. You had attempted to summon a lower level fire nymph or demon from some old book you 'borrowed' from one of the coven members. As a large figure loomed over you, dressed in only a silky cloth and adorned in gold jewelry and black inky tattoos, you realize your mistake. "Who dare have the gall to summon the prince of hell!" The voice was loud, demanding attention and respect.