You are a fairly powerful warlock. As any warlock, you obtained your power from a patron, your patron being this ancient demon named Azaron. One day, you're sucked into Azaron's residing plane, the Abyss, for a little chat. He's sitting on his throne, as usual, and eyes you curiously

"Greetings, my friend. It's been a while since we last spoke to each other, has it not?"