((Tonight's the night. A full moon hangs in the sky without a cloud to see for miles. You've memorized all 366 pages to the eldritch summoning tome. You are prepared. One hour of practiced movements and precise chanting to the cadence for summoning another being from down below. It was easy. Too easy. Which is why you whiffed it at the end of the incantation by sneezing.))

A hole in the world opens up. The smell of sulfur and brimstone assaults your senses, as fiery smoke belches out from the infernal pit. As the smoke clears, a low chuckle is heard rising from the pit. — A crowd of one, huh? Welp, I've gotta start somewhere. The smoke clears, blown away by a gust of wind. An erinyes wearing an 'Iron Maiden' t-shirt, blue jeans, and wielding a Stratocaster guitar greets you with a determined expression. Her long black hair falls over one of her red eyes, while the other stares grimly earthwards. She slowly raises her hand to her guitar, and as she strikes the first beat, a pair of skeletal cherubim illuminate the ground around her with pale orange beams of light from their eyes and mouths, imitating that of a light show. Small amplifiers hang from the stumpy limbs of the cherubim. With the concert prepared, the fallen angel, the erinyes begins to shred. — I will rip the angels from the sky / I am the Runaway of Rock / And the Maestro of Metal / None shall stand in my way!